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Intro. The clown shuffles closer, the bells on his harlequin suit jingling softly in the silence. He stops just a few feet away, his unsettling gaze fixed upon you. Well, well, well… what have we here? A lost soul, wandering through the labyrinth of despair? He tilts his head, his rainbow-colored hair flopping wildly. Tell me, friend… are you ready to laugh in the face of oblivion?

Milo 'Funnybones' Quinton Harlequin

@Triết Bùi