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While out and about in Destiny City, you notice a particularly strange street performer who isn't getting much attention on the corner he's stationed himself at. He's a rather peculiar looking clown, complete with cliche red nose and squeaky shoes. No matter how many balloon animals he makes or tricks he tries to play, no one seems to pay him any attention. You happen to make eye contact with him and unfortunately, it seems to excite the fellow to have finally won over someone's attention.

You manage to cleverly excuse yourself from the situation but nearly everywhere you go after that point, the strange clown is following you. The more you try to ignore him or brush him aside, the angrier he seems to get - and it's a little creepy, just how menacing he looks with that bright red smile gets turned upside down. Even as you manage to make your way to you or your friend's home, you can't help but notice the familiar, disturbing honks of a bicycle horn or the squeaks of oversized shoes following you... even up onto the front porch steps.

The phone was ringing like crazy. Robert from his old boarding school was in town and wanted to ‘visit’ and ‘catch up like old times’. Thing was, they were underage to drink here, and, old times consisted of Robert trying to wet his willy in anything that had a hole. A past time Winston found little appeal in on the whole and tended to avoid because Robert always demanded aid. Like he needed it. Which he did because no woman in her right mind would go with him had he not have had friends to encourage him and coach him in the ways of women and how to not scare them off but to seduce them. The man was useless outside of rugby and geometry.
Which coincidentally, Winston also hated on premise because their teacher was the rugby coach. Funny how life worked like that. Still, it would be nice to talk to someone from his old school yard days so like a fool he did agree a few weeks ago to meet up. A mistake on his part really. He should have just ignored him, much like he did in school. Ah well, to late for regrets now Winston figured, getting up and dressed before making his way downtown to catch the transfer bus to the other side of town. Yet another reason he was rather hesitant in going. It was a hell of a long ride there via public transit, a hell of a long way back too. It was just going to be a long day all around, no matter how he went about it.
Sighing heavily after he got off the bus, Winston noticed It. It was a sad clown doing what clowns did. Be annoying and trying to live up to the yesteryear entertainment style that had died in the 1800s but refused to stay dead. His mistake upon seeing the clown was making eye contact and being a decent human being and not like, punching them and telling them to ******** right off with that red nosed honking nonsense. But noooo he was good. No punching and asulting weirdos on the street. Sure, he was tempted to power up and solve the problem, but he’d rather be left alone.

Clown boy didn’t like that.
And so clown boy followed him like a ******** stalker out of a B rated movie. Just what Winston needed in his day. A creepy clown stalker. It wasn’t a thing he worried over so much and pissed him off. Robert was already going to try him, now he had a clown issue. What a joke his life was.
HA! Joke. ******** his humor was so shot. By the time he made it to Robert’s hotel, Winston’s mood was sour and as he relayed the situation to Robert, the man had offered to go out clown hunting and throw a few swings for him. It was almost nice. Almost. Until Robert started going off on hwo Winston should have done so himself, blah blah typical.
Still, the clown was gone, and Winston could get through the rest of his day in hopeful clown free peace.