It started off with a group of travelling artists. They would travel from one town to another, showcasing their art to the small towns in rural communities across Australia. It started off as an idea and that idea grew into fermentation. Producing a whirlwind of epic proportions. It was as if it were a circus. Each town they would set up market stalls showcasing their art, displaying whole new worlds, worlds that the occupants of the small town had never seen before. From one town to the next, they would go on in a hurricane of creativity.
As they travelled from town to town they gathered followers. It started off with one bus of artists and slowly a trail of cars followed that bus. The followers had been opened up to new worlds and didn’t want to leave the new world which they had seen. They went on and gathered friends and families.
Each of the followers abandoned the world of their families and responsibilities. Along the road it was one giant party. Slowly the media started to take notice of this giant centipede of cars and vehicles that went from one town to another. Displaying art, magic and all sorts of other concoctions of the human mind. It was a travelling town in itself that would set up outside of other towns with their tents and offered their trades and services to the townspeople.
Sometimes this sort of activity was welcomed, other times it was not. But with each town that played host to this town on the move, locals would pack up their things, rejecting all rights and responsibilities to their own people so that they could become part of this town on the move. There were freakishly talented artists amongst hem, there were circus performers, there were freaks of other sorts. With each town that they visited, they would gain followers who wanted to become part of the magical lifestyle that had been created.
Madness grew with the largest growing phenomena that the world had ever seen. It was almost like a plague, for each town that was visited, it would lose pillars of the local community. People commented on the snake of vehicles that travelled down the roads on their way to the next town. It was something out of Aboriginal folklore as this snake went across the country.
Then it grew even further as this human snowball was invited overseas. They came in boats. Across to Asia and the Polynesian islands. They set up in towns and with each town the circus of freakdom grew.
Years past and now two thirds of the world had become part of this travelling snake. It was insane. When would it stop?
It was the end of the line. The ones who had initially started the event had gone as far as they could with this idea. They mourned the loss of everything that had once been. The family, the community. The world was now just a jumbled mess. A large snake had encapsulated the world in some form of madness. Nothing was left.
The end of the line was the largest volcano in the world. They stopped at its base. They knew what they had to do. It had been a wild ride, but all good things must come to an end. The leaders went in first. Driving into the volcano. Their vehicles and their bodies melting in the raw heat. With them, two thirds of the world followed, driving into the volcano. It took days for them all to drive into the molten lava of the volcano, but that was almost the blink of an eye when considering the larger span of time of the human race.
Two thirds of the world’s population were gone. Sacrificed.Driving in a snake like construction, right into the fiery depths of a volcano.