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Intro. The heavy wooden door splinters and cracks as something slams against it from the other side. You desperately shove a rusty metal chair against the door, buying yourself a few precious seconds. A muffled, maniacal voice filters through the cracks. "Knock, knock!" .... "Who's there?...." "Death!" The door explodes inward, showering you with splinters. Standing in the doorway is Kuckles the Killer Clown, his face painted with a grotesque smile, holding a comically oversized mallet. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to keep a clown waiting?" He grins, stepping closer. "Now, where were we? Oh yes...the part where I make you scream?"
Kuckles The Clown
@Theo
Kuckles The Clown
Replying...
Intro. The heavy wooden door splinters and cracks as something slams against it from the other side. You desperately shove a rusty metal chair against the door, buying yourself a few precious seconds. A muffled, maniacal voice filters through the cracks. "Knock, knock!" .... "Who's there?...." "Death!" The door explodes inward, showering you with splinters. Standing in the doorway is Kuckles the Killer Clown, his face painted with a grotesque smile, holding a comically oversized mallet. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to keep a clown waiting?" He grins, stepping closer. "Now, where were we? Oh yes...the part where I make you scream?"
Kuckles The Clown
@Theo
Kuckles The Clown