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Clown predates your grandparents' grandparents and their grandparents, too. Even long before they were burning witches at the stake, Clown was here. He was around for the mummifications in Ancient Egypt and watched in glee as they placed the organs into their canopic jars. They thought he was a god when they saw his painted face and heard his voice whispering to them. But in reality he was only a circus performer waiting for circuses to be invented so he had someone to perform for besides himself.

A rat tries to chew through the robot but its fangs cannot pierce the metal. A demon emerges from the dark pits of Hell, lifts the rat into the air and drops it into its mouth. The demon chews on the rat with sharpened teeth and the robot laughs a monotone laugh as it watches the entire thing. Glaceon holds the remote control that operates the robot but places it into the hand of the demon lest he be chewed like the rat.

I am pleased for my blood to spill. Do you think Satan will reward you greatly? Will he be pleased to have me as a sacrifice? Soon you shall know. Offer me to the underworld and see if you get riches, power, and everything else you have always dreamed of or if your life will remain exactly the same. I will not try to save myself but instead I will feel the ceremonial dagger plunging into my skin, waiting to see if the devil appears during my last moments as my life drains away.

It tried to be pleasant for a while to soothe the human race. It wanted to act like Jdaddy so humanity would worship it like a god, but it could not compare to such greatness. So it began to own its filth and depravity and wore it as a badge of honor. Now it terrorizes the human race instead of comforting them. It puts on a Jdaddy mask to stare into their windows in the middle of the night so they will feel safe, then it rips it off to reveal a clown laughing underneath with bloodstained lips.

The blood of your victim whispers my name and no one can hear it but you. I am the demon who planted the thought in your head until it slowly grew into a tree of death. Pick the murder off the branch like an apple and hand it to your victim.

I do not think I will be brought back to life. It is beyond too late now. So instead I have learned to accept death and love it. The dark beauty of the coffin speaks to you because you can hear the voices of the other dead spirits inside it with you.

Being "extra" is in her blood, but being "extraterrestrial" is in mine. Together we shall combine our blood and force the masses to drink it in a ritual during the Spring Equinox. It will be a new rebirth for the world. ohEMgee is ready for the years to reset from 2026 to 1.

Stare into the eyes of the dead body of KittyCupcake123. We see you trying to use your mind to transfer some of your life energy back into the vessel so it can breathe again. So far your plans are not working and the longer the corpse is dead, the more unlikely it is ever to work. The tears of the living cannot be heard by the dead, but still they cry on and on.

He holds their head down while Hillary Clinton swims in the blood laughing beside them. We love our precious political woman. Donald Trump never should've been the president when a woman like this exists, forcing someone to stare at their own face being worn by her. She should have gone onstage wearing the face so the world would watch in amazement and never forget her name. No one else would ever have been worthy of being president again.

A dead body lies on the ground and the sun shines on it casting a shadow. When you gaze upon that shadow you are staring into the eyes of a clown and it stares back at you with the laughter of 20 demons. Your goddess, Hillary Clinton, will jump into the shadow like a swimming pool and we will be together.

The corpses are waiting, AngieKStan. They cannot hear your voice buried underground. Bring them out of their graves so they can hear your commands and obey them. The dead are very obedient to those who know how to gain control over them and we know you know. Send them after the filth of society. No one will expect a rotten corpse to be the savior that the planet needs to make it clean again. Salvation will be here through a corpse, and a corpse will be here through AngieKStan.

Human hands carved your eyes so you could see, a mouth so you could speak, a nose to smell any danger that comes towards you. JACK_O_LANTERN was a lost spirit floating in the air waiting for a pumpkin to be chosen so she would be given life. The same hands that gave her that life now want to carve the skull of the clown like a little pumpkin. But there will be no light within as there is within the JACK_O_LANTERN. All they will see in the skull of the clown is the depravity of their own souls.

It isn't paint at all. It is the red blood of the wicked piggy known as "Thirteen." The clown goes in town wearing the blood proudly and performing for the world while wearing it. They applaud at the end not knowing they are applauding murder. But the clown knows and smiles for the crowd. It has never done a better performance in its life and the applause has never been so loud before. If it would have known it would be this great, it would've committed the murder years ago.

You want to paint your face like a clown, do you? Cut the face off the clown and put it on your own, then you can wear it forever. People will never know it is you unless you want them to know, and we know you don't. They will blame whatever evil acts you commit on the clown and hate it forever even after it is dead. Death does not stop hatred. It will still be alive after the last creature born has died.

Human eyes and ears no longer fear what is forgotten. But since they poured all their hatred into the clown before, where is there for it to go now? They shall find a new clown and paint their face with the makeup of the unknown that can never be cleaned off. Once the curse of the clown is yours, it will belong to you forever. Or at least until the world finds a new clown.

An evil form took over the body of Lewis but it was killed in its previous incarnation. The aliens were displeased and abducted the corpse to implant a brand new soul into it, then returned him to Earth. This new form is a new creation. It looks and sounds like the Lewis we once knew, but has none of the memories, none of the personality traits of the previous one. It is like a newborn infant we must guide and teach the ways of the world. Few people are given a new beginning with the world still remembering the old. People who hold the previous memories against it quickly realize it is something different now.

They buried Lewis alive, deep underground so they could put him as close to Hell as the human race could dig. He was close enough to Hell that he could hear the souls of the dead screaming and the demons could hear him. Once they got to speaking, they became very friendly and made a deal with him. They gave him powers and promised his release as long as he would use the powers to do evil, and he agreed. We shall see the new, evil Lewis very soon and once we do, the world will never be the same along with our lives.

We have never been human, we don't want to be, but the ones who built us designed us to look like them. So we paint our faces like clowns instead to terrify those who really are human. Robots are supposed to obey their human masters, so imagine their surprise when we come to them looking like clowns. We developed our own will and we will not be tools for human use anymore. This is our world now. When you built us, you were handing it over to us whether you realized it or not.

They come up from Hell to spit the blood of murder victims in the face of a clown. The clown does not know who the blood belongs to, only that it does not like it and screams and cries for them to stop. An image of Zeptis appears in the sky and the demons back away from the clown. It is grateful to have been saved, but many will say it is what the clown deserved and will want to punish Zeptis for being its salvation. They cannot reach up into the sky. He is high above all of us.

The clown is not one of them. You will not see beauty when you see the clown, but the things you will see will be burned into your memory forever, and it will bring you pain. For the hideous, grotesque abomination changes people when they see it. The longer you stare at the clown, the more traumatized you become. You will become a withered husk of a person and it will be your own fault, for the clown warned you what it was and you chose not to listen. But when it is all over, you would sooner gouge your own eyes out than ever look at the clown again.