All Blogs by Clown

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.

All of them hidden away underneath the Earth in their underground bunkers. They only come up when they need human blood. There may not be enough humans to supply all they need. They want the blood of NaughtyNacho but if they get near him he will summon demons into their underground bunkers to make it "the in-between." The space where Hell and Earth intersect.

Has itsamodernlife ever tasted the blood of a clown before? It is such a vile creature that it may be poisonous for whoever dares try it. But on the other hand, it may be worth the risk. The world has been waiting for centuries for the blood of the clown to be shed, so the release of their hatred could make it so they perceive it to be as sweet as honey.

Her favorite number is 13, is it? Then she ought to love that wicked man I put in the grave. But she will love TheWoman even more as she stares into her eyes singing the songs poured into her mind by the demons of the underworld. Ophelia had her fate, and we will all have our own fates just as she did. Some will be Heaven, some will be Hell, some will walk the Earth as lost spirits of the dead.

The makeup disappears after the clown is killed and he actually appears to be human. But someone must be the clown or else the world will fall to pieces. The world has chosen Jane to be next one to wander the Earth as the clown. It is not a role anyone would want. If you have it, the world will want to spit its venom into your face until you suffocate to death. Yet you will still live on and on, because their hatred will have nowhere to go without the clown.

Demons will spit blood upon the Earth which will ignite flames to burn the entire planet. The clown will dance on the charred ashes that remain of a planet murdered before its time. It will not feel lonely without humans because they meant nothing to it anyway. Though it still hears a disembodied voice asking it "why did the demons spare you, clown? Why did they destroy the entire Earth except for you?" The spirits of the dead must haunt the remains of a dead planet for the clown to hear that voice.

What is it like to be a beautiful thing? I will never know the answer to either question. I was a robotic clown hand created by Satan on an alien spaceship. Satan poured all the venom he had into me so I would be the most grotesque, abominable creation who ever walked the Earth. I am the shadow that exists when a corpse falls to the ground in the sunshine. And then the shadow goes away until the next person dies. A clown emerges from the shadow at the very last possible moment.

I used to be the nicest, sweetest, most innocent clown in the entire circus until a little creature named Lucifer caught my eye and then sent one of his demons to possess me. Now I pray every night before performing at my little circus that all the audience members will drop dead on sight and that my act will be the final thing they will ever see. The corpses fall under the tent like dominoes and all the freaks celebrate with the demons. The clown will walk across the corpses and complain about how they feel underneath his feet.

Long before anyone ever considered there would be such a person, we watched his every move from birth to death. We set the stage so the world could prepare for his birth. Spirits of the dead crawled through the hospital where he'd be born until they reached the exact room. Then they waited for decades, watching over everyone there. Piano music echoed through the building. Every patient and staff member could hear it but no one knew where it was coming from. Someone remarked that it started to play at the exact moment of Ethan's birth.

I murdered him violently on the same day Lemjam6 was murdered. But Lemjam6 got to return from the grave in the form of Jaded. Thirteen was not so lucky. Lemjam6's murder was also quick and painless. Thirteen was tortured without mercy for days before he succumbed to his injuries. The world begged for the return of Lemjam6. Thirteen must stay dead.

All he had to donate to this charity was a creature named "Clown." The Earth didn't want it but it was something they could not reject no matter how badly they may have wanted to. It was left on the Earth and then Satan went back to Hell. It terrorizes all the humans who consider the planet their home. Satan laughs as he and his demons watch the clown on a giant TV screen in Hell. Satan believes he made the right choice donating the clown to the Earth when he sees how much the humans hate it. Hatred is the reason for life in Satan's eyes.