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Carnies Traditional Cache

Hidden : 5/9/2015
Difficulty:
3 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size:   micro (micro)

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Who Is Great White North?

Track 5. Carnies: Zinc (5 O'Clock)

When burned in the air, zinc takes on a fluffy white character, so in ancient times it was known as philosopher’s wool, white snow, or flowers of zinc.

Narrative

“I found work with a traveling carnival, and for the Midsummer Festival in Crown City, our games and rides were set up right in the middle of the Square, beneath the Angels. One night, amid the noise and the confusion of the rowded midway, I saw a man working with wires and wooden barrels. He stood and turned—the Anarchist!—holding a clockwork detonator in his hand. I called out to warn the crowd, then suddenly he threw the device at me, and I caught it automatically—just as the people turned to look my way. I escaped, but in disgrace, and fled down the Winding Pinion River to the sea.”

Commentary

Zinc relates to transformation. It’s one of the metals alchemists were able to change simply by burning it. It transforms into what’s known as the flower of zinc, a fluffy white material. In a sense the protagonist has been transformed against his will from an innocent midway worker into an outcast. It’s interesting that the anarchist is using a clockwork detonator to destroy the society, which runs like clockwork but is also held together by the grand artifice of the clockwork tower and the clockwork angels. In other words, the anarchist is intent on destroying the society using the same means that the timekeeper is using to hold the society together.

Carnies

I FOUND WORK WITH A TRAVELING CARNIVAL, and for the Midsummer Festival in Crown City, our games and rides were set up right in the middle of the Square, beneath the Angels. One night, amid the noise and confusion of the crowded midway, I saw a man working with wires and wooden barrels. He stood and turned - the Anarchist! - holding a clockwork detonator in his hand. I called out to warn the crowd, then suddenly he threw the device at me, and I caught it automatically - just as the people turned to look my way. I escaped, but in disgrace, and fled down the Winding Pinion River to the sea.

Under the gaze of the angels
A spectacle like he's never seen
Spinning lights and faces
Demon music and gypsy queens

The glint of iron wheels
Bodies spin in a clockwork dance
The smell of flint and steel
A wheel of fate, a game of chance

How I prayed just to get away
To carry me anywhere
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers

A face of naked evil
Turns the young boy's blood to ice
Deadly confrontation
Such a dangerous device

Shout to warn the crowd
Accusations ringing loud
A ticking box, in the hand of the innocent
The angry crowd moves toward him with bad intent

 

 

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