"Thank goodness you're here! We're ruined, Lola!" cries the Ringmaster the moment you enter his camper van. "The council are trying to put us out of business, my headache's getting worse, and now there's a ghost haunting the circus! Th-they're, they're all coming for our necks, Lola!" The boss falls to pacing around in a tight circle, gnawing on his shirt collar and whimpering.
You were going to ask if there was room in the budget to buy more bendy balloons, but this seems more important.
4th place (out of 74) in the 29th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition (2023).
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