The Ringmaster's Diary
Rare feats on any fair (huge chains, resonance, long FEVER, comebacks...) drop a diary page. BONK it.
How to find it, step by step
- Do rare feats on any fair: huge chains, a resonance, long FEVER, a comeback from low Audience...
- Each feat drops the next missing diary page (at most 2 pages per run). Collect it with the automatic strike, like a postcard.
- Collect all 12 pages; read them in Fair Book > LORE (all pages are printed below).
Reward
The story of the fair, in the Fair Book.
The Ringmaster's diary
Page 1
Day one. Papa left me a wagon, a hammer and a hole in the ground. Something in the hole blinked at me. I named him Normal. He did not seem to mind.
Page 2
Normal brought friends. Every morning a new head popped up. I tapped one by accident, the crowd laughed so hard we sold forty tickets. A fair was born.
Page 3
We built the first machine from barrel planks. Up, BONK, down, up again. The moles were never hurt. They were showing off.
Page 4
Sunny was our first field. Then the haunted grounds, where the ghosts asked to join. Then neon, scrap, the clock tower, the palace. Six fairs, one family. And one fan in sunglasses followed us from fair to fair. He never once bought a ticket.
Page 5
The King arrived wearing a crown of bottle caps and demanded his own show. Every fair needs a boss, he said. He was right, and unbearable.
Page 6
There was a seventh field, past the last tent, where the lamps hum a wrong note. We called it the Forgotten Fair before we ever forgot it.
Page 7
In the seventh field the moles came up in colours that do not exist. My hammer passed right through one. It laughed like a broken radio.
Page 8
The holes there blink and trade places. The tickets print themselves with tomorrow's date. I stopped selling them. Nobody stopped coming.
Page 9
I closed the seventh fair on a quiet night. I tore its postcard into six and hid one piece in each fair, where only a daring player would find it.
Page 10
Why tear it? A fair that runs by itself does not need a crowd. And a fair that does not need a crowd will one day stop wanting one.
Page 11
I am old now. The moles are not. They still ask about the seventh field. I tell them: when someone mends the postcard, the gates will know. Only Moley, the one in dark glasses, still sits in every crowd. When the house is on fire, she raises a thumb.
Page 12
If you are reading this, you have the pieces. Bring your loudest crowd and your best hammer. Whatever smiles at you from the void: BONK it first.
In-game hint
Torn pages flutter by after rare feats.