-4 Months later-

“WHY IS IT ALWAYS MEEEEEEEEEE!” Horse screamed as she ran towards the blue castle with a red flag in her hand.

5 people were frantically chasing her over a mudflat spraying mud everywhere while Horse was running as fast as she could. She was a level 100 assassin so her speed was a force to be reckoned with.

*ZAPPPPPPPPPPP*

A huge wall of lightning struck Horse before she could proceed further and the 5 people pounced on her.

The 5 of them were leaping towards her when suddenly the flag turned into something that wasn't in the least like a flag.

“GANG RAPE IS BAD!” Breadtalk shot his gigantic bazooka at the nearest player.

“Divine Shield.” I muttered.

All 5 players who were just inches away from Breadtalk disintegrated immediately and could be seen spawning outside the arena.

I manipulated gravity and shot Soup towards the blue castle using wind to propel him. While he was enjoying the ride, he waved the red flag around high in the air.

“I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MEIN KAMPF, MEIN MUTTER, MEIN BIG BIG PEN- WOOOOOOOOOOOMPFH!” Soup hollered while I decided to redirect him so he didn't go through the door but straight into the wall because he really shouldn't complete his sentence.

I teleported beside him and took the flag out of his hand, walked into the castle while Beathoven changed his song to “We Are The Champions”.

“RIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG! STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! We have a winnerrrrrrr!!” The familiar irritating sounding PA rang out.

“AND WHAT A PLAY BY THE FAVOURITES, THE BUNCH OF TARDS TO CLINCH THE FIRST EVER ANNUAL CARNIVAL WARS CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!!” The emcee's incredibly enthusiastic and clear voice rang out throughout the stadium.

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Roared the 8000 strong full house that greeted us. The glass dome was removed instantly and suddenly confetti shot out of everywhere and fireworks were let off INSIDE the stadium. The crowd was roaring, the opponents were making their way over to shake our hands, and all I could do was look around me, at the 8000 people inside the stadium with the screens showing easily another 8000 more outside at the town square watching from the hugeass TV screen. Carnival was everything I hoped it would be. And more.

In these 4 months, alot has happened. Let me focus on what happened after Horse joined our team first. She immediately went under Roxanne who decided that the class suited to her most was an assasin. Because she needed to stay in town for 30 days, we decided levels were not a priority and gave her management level jobs. The town was becoming quite popular with the NPCs and a few new players who discovered it.

With the new players, M1 and M2 as our diplomats immediately became occupied with interaction and PR so they made everyone feel comfortable and explained the new guests and showed them around.

Fuzzy also had to clear the surrounding areas and ask his lower level wolves to stay around. However, even the lower level wolves were about level 20 minimum. This helped foster relationships in Carnival even more though as newbies needed to form parties to hunt at city outskirts. There was no way a level 1 could solo a level 20 wolf.

Beathoven had to be the face of the founders so he implemented the first few policies of Carnival. He started the 7 day work week which he thought was the best idea. Everyone would work everyday but with one golden rule. No one should be working more than playing. From morning, people would be setting up their shops and doing their work. However, work ends sharply at 1pm. After that, everyone would grab lunch, do whatever they want to do and if they wanted to work they could still go ahead but 1pm was the guideline. So everyday, from noon till midnight, you are the master of your fun time.

Since the monsters nearby could all be controlled by our elites should they choose to, security was not an issue as the monsters would dare not go against their master and attack the city. Slick was also doing a good job monitoring the area using his trusty snake spies.

Another policy was the Carnival War main event. Anyone could register for the Carnival Wars which would start from 1pm till 10pm. Every session had a time limit of 1 hour. If the fight was not decided by then, the team with the most number of people left standing would win. He also implemented the anyone could register policy. Every odd hour, 1pm, 3pm, 5pm etc, only teams who registered will play against each other matchmaked based on average level. Every even hour, everyone needed to register solo. It means you will sign up individually, and a computer will randomly allocate you a team and balance the average level of both teams. It was extremely popular. It was a good way to make new friends, learn more about teamwork and synergy and other classes skills.

Last but not least, he made it such that every year in the game which was every 3 months in real life, there would be an Annual Carnival Wars Championship. The average level could not exceed 150. The number of players would be capped at 10. (I'm pretty sure he decided that because there was 10 of us and our average levels were around there. That sneaky bastard.) Strong players which are level 300 could join as long as they got enough low level players to join him or her in the team. We even met one team this championship with one level 366 gladiator and a few level 20-30 noobs he recruited just so the average level could drop to 100. It was not an effective strategy in RR. All the noobs died instantly and even a level 366 gladiator who only started the fight for 1 minute couldn't take 10 characters attacking him at once.

Soup was raising the military splendidly. It seemed like he really liked the troops who volunteered in the army or joined the army calling him General Soup. However, Breadtalk shapeshifted into a military recruit once and greeted him “GOOD MORNING GENITAL SOUP!” The nickname stuck since then so even though everyone called him General Soup, behind his back I'm sure everyone preferred Genital Soup. The imagery involved in that name really wasn't a nice one to imagine though.

Xantos was extremely busy attending to our busy imports and exports because she was extremely adept at transporting goods between us and Rosenheim and Junad. She became an impeccable airlift for important goods and even VIPS. She was a very popular and sought after mode of transportation.

I was also extremely busy managing the new shops all the NPCs started up. I had to reason with them affordable starting prices for equipments as many people joining us were beginners but due to Carnival Wars, the experienced players were also soon coming into Carnival to join it because it received raving reviews from the people who experienced it and posted it on forums in the real world. It became quite a problem so I made each shop sell the beginner equipments cheaply but advanced equipments at a premium. It was a simple and effective solution which caused no complaints. Even though they knew they were being charged at a higher price, it seemed like the atmosphere of Carnival could make anyone willing to pay more. This was the one part I didn't take into account.

Culture played the most important part of the town. Beathoven was having his hands full managing policies and planning events for the town. Everyone else had a job scope that was extremely important as well. As such, I had no choice but to entrust this important task to Horse. As much as I hate to admit it, I couldn't have asked a better person to do it.

Sure she was haughty and proud but it was because she could back it up. She handled all her tasks exceptionally well, always above my expectations and she didn't brag about her achievements. She started a few festivals, invited dance groups, singing bands and made several NPCs and players part of it. She also pioneered a DIY programme for people to decorate their houses because the houses in Rainbow Sacks looked too similar. The best decorated male genital would win a prize. It seemed like because the whole town seemed so fun, everyone came out of their shell and there were extremely creative ideas.

Several top designs included a house with exterior pipes and pumbling to make it look like veins on a throbbing AHEM. He called his house The Plumbing System. One installed a fountain at the roof of his house and made it continuous. His house would therefore be spewing out a stream of water continuously from the tip into a pond beside his home. He called his house The UrineNation. Another genius went to rear a garden and raised it up so spectacularly that trees were shooting out about half as tall as the house and he laid ivy everywhere around the house as well. He called it Pubic Hairven. I could not have named it any better.

Alas, the award winning house belonged to none other than our very own Hermes. It was an honour to have such a master level architect residing in our very own Carnival. He actually cast a spell on his house that allowed it to shrink to half its size during the day, three quarters during noon and become fully erect at night. Furthermore, he added a garage beside his house that looked uncannily like a hand that moves up and down periodically. The cream of the crop came literally when his roof would release a jet of vanilla cream up towards the sky at 12 noon and 12 midnight sharp. The location of where the jet of cream would land up was entirely random. As such, it was not surprising to see some unfortunate people going back home at around noon time who was dripping with cream. However, it was seen as good luck in the city and if you get blessed by the cream, chances of winning lottery was rumoured to increase. Of course Hermes named his own house, Herpes.

About one month after our first Carnival Wars, a representative of the famous media company, XZ Company, came to interview us about our town. Her name was Zoey. Zoey came to interview us about how we came about founding this town, deciding how to furnish it into this... Malarkey that was insanely popular on the forums.

We couldn't tell everyone about the real reason behind it because players being players, they would all want in on the rank A+++ quest which was Ragnarok. We couldn't let everyone become part of this. We wanted all the glory and we wanted the people who are really important in Carnival to become part of this with us. We would definitely need people for this quest but we weren't going to just announce it to the whole world. Thus we made up a fascinating lie about how we got this quest which people seemed to buy because of how ridiculous it was.

We said that the 4 of us knew each other in real life, and we were close friends. Breadtalk was someone who faced an unfortunate problem though. Erectile dysfunction was the medical name but to us we just called it weak penis syndrome. However, he realised that in RR, he could actually get hard and he just did it everyday in the game. After wanking for 30 consecutive days, he suddenly got a quest from the god of fertility to start a town because of his dedication to masturbation. It was to build a town with linkages to fertility and thus, we built a town with residences that looked like the miraculous male organ of reproduction.

Nobody must have tried to do that in game for 30 days straight. Oh well can't exactly blame them can I? LOL

We then explained how each of us created our own spine and Zoey gave us a trivia on our own town. Apparently the area most well liked by people was the East Spine. The landmark everyone found the most amazing was my fountain (GOD BLESS YOU PEOPLE). The coolest part of the town was The Ascension and out of every 100 people asked, 90 liked the looks of the residences even though it looked so bloody bad.

After the interview, Breadtalk's reputation skyrocketed along with the town's popularity. All the guys sympathised with Breadtalk because of his “unfortunate plight” and found him extremely funny. The girls were less disgusted by the antics of Breadtalk because they took pity on him so on the few occasions that he stuck his head under a girl's skirt, he got away with well what do you know! MORE SLAPS! And that was it! Lucky bastard.

Disclaimer : Please do not do this in real life. You will not only get a slap but you will be sent to jail and you will be unable to read my fanfic then.

After a while, I grew to hate Horse less. The haughty type who could actually do stuff and get results really wasn't THAT bad. Furthermore she was starting to open up abit more. She was the mysterious sort to keep to herself at first but gradually she became more and more open, no doubt due to the influence of Breadtalk and the town. It was practically a party here everyday just like I envisioned. It wasn't just because of Breadtalk. The elites had a great sense of humour. Soup would just man up and do everything retardedly and the girls hit on him like Winnie the Pooh seeing honey. Beathoven was apparently extremely popular because whenever he went to the East spine, he HAD to eat something from there and Breadtalk woul definitely be there to protect his spine, using his weapon of the day to try to kill Beathoven. I was the most boring one already but I was extremely well liked by the shop keepers and NPCs. I really must have NPC luck. I could buy stuff from them at ridiculous prices.

Horse then trained up from level 1 to 100 with us partnering her alternatively and bringing her to different places to train. Every one of us took her for 10 levels. During my training with her which was from 31-40, she was extremely adept at using her surroundings and strategic mind to exterminate the enemies. Once she even used every single tree in a 10 meter radius as a trap. Anything that touches it would be crushed by the tree and she lured a pack of 10 wolves to attack her in that ridiculous area. I just had to watch and cast swift steps and give her additional speed and attack power. She took care of it by herself.

When she became level 100, it was about 1 month back from now. Since then, we had just been entering in Carnival War after Carnival War with our party name as the group name. Bunch Of Tards. Everyone knew we were the founders because of my fountain and Breadtalk's ridiculous statue of us in the East spine. The atmosphere became electric because favourites have came out for the upcoming Annual Carnival Wars Championships. There were about 4 teams whom everyone thought would be clear favourites and we were one of them. There was a team consisting of only mages who steamrolled everyone trying to get in their way. There was another team consisting of a mix of classes, just like us, but executed their plans of attacks in an extremely neat and uniform way with impeccable timing. Then, there was a team which consisted of 10 girls whom every guy supported. (Guys being guys.) Lastly, there was us. The ridiculous looking team who used extremely unpredictable tactics mixed with hilarious antics to get rid of every opposition.

Now, one month later from then, we proved everyone right. We were the champions and I wouldn't have traded the past 4 months in this game for anything. All of us were now even more closely bonded than before. Surprisingly there was room for a girl in this clique because most of our penis jokes should've been pretty awkward for a girl but it looks like a particular Horse was pretty cool about it. The elites were also extremely happy with the progress of the town and enjoyed being part of it every single moment.

“Now, the founders of Carnival will present the trophy to the winners of the Annual Carnival Wars Championship!!!” The emcee announced.

All of us looked at Beathoven.

“What? It was only logical when I planned the event! How would I know we would have to present the trophy to ourselves?!”

Sigh.

“I will present you all the trophy then. The four of you should be receiving it.” Horse said.

She went over the the podium, grabbed the huge trophy by the handles and started walking towards us.

“Always doing it her way, she's just like you Jinx.” Soup said.

“Shut up.” I retorted.

She straightened up and the crowd settled down, awaiting the time where the trophy would be passed to us.

“It's been a really really enjoyable time guys.” She started addressing us with the microphone so the whole stadium could hear her.

“That's what she said!!!” Breadtalk shouted such that the microphone also amplified that.

The trophy moved in one fluid motion from resting in Horse's hands to being brought down onto Breadtalk's head while the whole stadium roared in laughter.

“Moving on, I'm extremely fortunate to be part of this team. I'm not exactly a very open and sociable person. I know I can come across as rude and proud sometimes. However, these group of people acceptedd me for who I am, invited me into their group in spite of that and made all of this happen. This town, this event, this culture. I'm ever grateful and as such, I would like to present them this trophy so everyone here knows that these people, your founders, are truly awesome people.”

She reached her hands out with the trophy towards Breadtalk, this time gently and smiling with such a broad smile I thought it would never be possible even though her name was Horse.

Breadtalk took the trophy, gave a quick peck on the cheek on Horse and raised the trophy with both hands.

The entire stadium roared in approval along with the citizens of Carnival which could even be heard from further north, near the town center. Horse blushed furiously and kicked Breadtalk in the nuts. The roars changed to an OOHHHHH as Breadtalk released the trophy and clutched onto his crotch.

I teleported in front to grasp the trophy. Suddenly I felt everyone's eye on me. Horse handed me the microphone. Soup and Beathoven gave me knowing smiles because they knew I was the sort of people who would enjoy addressing this crowd and even though there isn't a leader in our group where everyone is important, this part was for me to do.

“Citizens of Carnival, we started this town with fun as our first and foremost priority. It was paramount for fun to be the basis of our culture. However, I did not want party idiots who just knew how to get high, curse and swear and just want to have a good time regardless of the cost. I was worried. I really was.” I started nervously. And then I saw all the faces of approval and I calmed down.

“Then over this past 4 months, I've seen people so much like us that I can't believe it happened. Everyone who became a resident here was polite, but genuinely fun loving. After one whole night's worth of partying, there was a reasonable amount of litter left over. After thrashing someone's house after getting drunk, usually nobody is injured and public property was never damaged. During Carnival Wars, spectators would only cheer whenever brilliant plays were brought to the table. During tense moments everyone would be quiet. It was like watching a tennis match. Customers are polite to the shopkeepers. Everyone looks out for one another in one way or the other. I don't know how this happened. Whether we planned it successfully or if it was sheer dumb luck. However I do know that this is probably the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. It doesn't matter if it's only in a game because whenever I look at all of you, even if this is virtual reality, every bit of this feels more real than the real world.”

A standing ovation erupted at my words even though I was still going to continue. The crowd was so loud I thought my eardrums were going to burst and everyone around me just looked around at the crowd, all realising what they have contributed to this city and enjoying every minute of it.

“All of you are important to this town. All of you are the living embodiment of our motto. All of you have not asked what fun does for you. All of you asked what would you all do for fun instead. And all of you, have made Carnival the way it is today. I raise this trophy in hope that this spirit will never fade, will never die. I raise this trophy in hope that this fun and peace will prolong for as long as it can. I raise this trophy in hope and in belief, that Carnival will not falter, will not change and we will always be this insane, retarded and probably the best city that everyone has ever seen. PEACE OUT!”

A second rain of confetti erupted and this time people in the stands were casting their own spells. Mages could be seen casting fireballs everywhere, aiming to collide their fireballs to form fireworks, archers were busy shooting frost arrows to decorate the sky with blue light, warriors were just using shout skills to increase the insane volume of the atmosphere and all of us proceeded out of the stadium to the town square, to be hoisted by people watching from there in a victory parade followed by an after party which Beathoven planned in case we won.

It was a magical night like no other. Soup was wasted as usual, Breadtalk was busy trolling Horse with everything he had including a time where he pointed to a beautiful flower and when Horse was busy admiring it, he pulled down his pants to show his naked buttcheek in her face when she turned back. Beathoven was playing music and singing along to it. You know he's happy when he sings because his singing is really bad LOL. But his music was good and with this type of atmosphere, nobody cares about your voice. Everyone just wants to hear everyone's voices. And I was high as fuck from the drinks, running around screaming and doing somersaults, conjuring a gigantic waterfall which drenched everyone for 3 minutes, turning it into a wet party and used all my stored mana to make a geyser so large it lifted everyone 6 meters into the air.

After the party, we all logged out because it was a special day. Tomorrow was the first day of the new school term.

End of Chapter 22

Author's note: To my dear readers. This is actually quite an emotional chapter for me. I don't know if i did the jokes well.. In the same way that Jinx found solace, fun and accomplishment in finishing Carnival for his people. I found the same thing in writing this fanfic for all of you. I started off nervous, and then you guys gave me positive and encouraging comments. Every night when I get back home I ask myself if I have the time to churn out more chapters for you guys. This is my Carnival and you all are my citizens. I hope you all feel that way and that my toasts will apply to this as well. MAY THE FUTURE OF RAGNAROK REMAIN AS RETARDED, AS FUNNY AND AS EVENTFUL AS THEY HAD BEEN! I love you all. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter because I know I really did. PEACE OUT.