Welcome to Clown Town
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Your name is Joey Claire, and there’s so much wrong here that you don’t even know where to start.
Let’s break it down. That sounds like a good idea. Because you’re kinda feeling like breaking down right now, except you’re not, because you’re remarkably good at dealing with odd situations once you’ve wrapped your head around them. So, a list.
You’re at the amusement park in Sector Five.
It’s night.
The instant it turned night, a hundred thousand fucking clowns came out, outnumbering the park visitors, standing around, staring or laughing or, did you mention, staring.
One of them is a troll.
...Or not. You’re almost relieved to see a troll, something vaguely familiar in this strange city, but you’re not so sure about this one. He might not be friendly like Xefros. You’re not sure if he’s part of this weird clown parade or just here to spectate. You mosey on over, making sure he sees you approaching, because you remember Xefros telling you trolls are incredibly violent sometimes.
“So this might seem like a weird question, but are you a troll? From, uh, Alternia?” You pause. “And do you know anything about this procession of circus clowns?”