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Ugh, finally some air. That bus to the grounds was seriously cramped, so even the warm late summer's day outside is a welcome refreshment; it's not like you could be wearing any less clothing, at least not without getting some seriously strange looks, if not indecency charges. Wiping the sweat off your face you exit the shuttle along with all the other passengers, then file towards the gate with the huge glowing letters reading “SnuffCon” above it.

As you come closer, you notice the decorations above the letters. There's a pair of naked female bodies hanging from gallows flanking another one impaled on a metal rod; the two on the sides, a redhead and a blonde, look roughly your age, with sizable tits and overall well-shaped bodies, while the one in the middle has black hair, and can hardly be older than 12 or 14, her breasts just barely beginning to take shape. But regardless the artists did some great work, all three look very realistic, down to the expressions and little details like the blood covering the metal rod or the trickle of urine glistening on the inside of the redhead's legs, and the impaled girl is even shivering and twitching a little, those are some pretty cool – and subtle – animatronics.

“DISCLAIMER:” The sign you're just passing reads, “All decorations and exhibits of bodies are guaranteed to be from attendees of SnuffCon and replaced daily. For any questions or applications please ask our staff.” Oh... right. That also explains how they got the row of heads on pikes right next to the entrance gates so lifelike.

At the entrance you don't need to think long before filling out the 'black' form, getting an appropriately-colored wrist strap and a nice discount off the entry fee. In turn you waive your right to hold the promoters liable for just about anything that happens to you while you're here, explicitly including death, disfigurement and anything inbetween.

You vaguely remember reading about some legal trickery for SnuffCon to happen in your country year after year, because even with that huge-ass execution museum two towns over and all those 'reality' snuff shows that still look awfully staged, this event is getting away with some seriously wild stuff. Something about the grounds legally being an exclave of some country with even more lenient legislature for the duration of the event, and the forms and stuff not even being necessary, done solely to avoid as much hassle as possible.

With a look at your clothing the attendant checking your ticket reminds you that you're in no way protected from rape or molestation either, but at the same time it's also perfectly within your rights to defend yourself and break someone's fingers if they try to grope you – or challenge them to a duel to the death.

Yes, that very high black crop top and equally short cut-off jeans shorts – without underwear of course – are pretty risque, but as anyone with two functioning braincells (or a dick) can attest to, you're also looking really hot in them. And besides, if some pervert tries anything funny you can just put your karate lessons you've been taking to good use.

With a nod and a polite smile you pass the and enter the compound proper.

You're here...
A: on your own
B: with your significant other. [Write-in: girl/boy/other(futa, trans, etc); name; brief description]
C: with a bunch of friends from school. [Write-in (optional): some names and/or very brief physical descriptions]

Now, where to go first...
D: Along the side of the area, following the vague layout until something catches your eye
E: The very closest exhibit, even though you can't actually make out what it is from here because of the huge crowds everywhere
F: Straight towards the middle of the area, looking for something interesting