Thrills. Chills. Juggling, jiggling, and endless shills. If you're not careful, this traveling snake oil salesman riding with a carnival convoy in the Desert might just do you a Bamboozle. Orphaned from his family and tormented as a tricycle riding circus bear by his old trainer, Charles the Clown, Bamboozle dreamed of a life outside of the sideshow but came crawling back to the carnie way of life. Clowning crowds with parlor tricks and self depricating routines gets lonely, and in that pit of despair, Bamboozle only recently began to find the light of the Cult of Flufthulu in his life. A mysterious Fluf named Screamin Jay Flufkins was a regular at Bamboozle's performances, recognizing a certain flair for something beyond the smoke and mirrors. Bamboozle's Traveling Trailer is stacked tall with books on NFT Occult Lore and Flufthulu Magick, and his reclusiveness as of late makes one wonder if maybe he doesn't have a few new tricks up his sleeve.
