Posted November 23, 2023
I've added the points to the spreadsheet (1st page). You can add comments to the spreadsheet, or let me know here how it can be improved.
ZADETTE
⅗ - 0451
Registered: Oct 2011
From Other
Braggadar
Discombobulate
Registered: Mar 2018
From Australia
Posted November 23, 2023
Having not originally been in the Big Top, (82) Wat appears behind Snookums when the car coughs and it sounds like it said his name.
Wat gives him a friendly pat on the bumper with a joy buzzer and gets knocked on his back when the car boot springs open in response. Wat dusts himself off and clambers in to the drivers seat awkwardly.
Mr Whuffles engine springs to life and he tootles along happily with a gaelic flair. Jean-Pierre is a little perplexed when 6 small birds fly down to hover above the car.
"Sacré bleu, how do I juggle that iz flying?" An ominous voice replies "Find a way".
The Frenchman clambers out of the car to frantically start hammering some wood he had placed on Mr Whuffles roof into 6 bird boxes. Reaching in through the drivers window occasionally to adjust the steering, he starts to juggle the bird boxes in the air.
Happily the little birds enter their new homes and tweet along as they go up and down.
Snookums follows with Wat driving when one by one 5 Martian Goblins drop from above. Wat shouts out to each as they approach, leaning out of the drivers window "Say my name!".
The first four call out "Wat!" and he teleports behind them to guide them safely to Snookums where he juggles them.
The fifth replies with "eh?" much to Wat's frustration. He shouts again, though this time in a strained voice as he struggles with the juggling, "Say my name!".
The remaining Goblin manages a "Dave?" before splatting into the ground below. His arms aching, Wat drops the remaining Goblins by their fallen comrade where they proceed to slurp up his remains.
Jean-Pierre
Thinking outside the box to cage the birds first before juggling them, but a slightly underwhelming performance ruined a perfect score.
(Score: 4)
Wat
Undone by Martian Goblins, a species universally known for being incredibly dull creatures. A valiant attempt which sadly failed. Extra points for comedic timing with a joy buzzer.
(Score: 3)
matterbandit
Registered: Oct 2014
From Canada
Posted November 23, 2023
Sitting inside of Snuggles the Circus Tent, surrounded by a cheering crowd, Cornelius was enjoying himself immensely! Such fun to watch all those wannabe clowns perform the first challenge! They were driving about in comical miniature cars while juggling impossible objects. He was witnessing a different kind of torment, the likes of which he had never seen during his long career as soul-tormentor in Hell. With a pen and notepad in hoof, Cornelius was jotting down some valuable notes.
The first clown participant was a real shocker, one Cornelius would remember for all eternity. He could not believe his eyes. It was God! His ex-employer's nemesis! All of his work colleagues, including himself, thought that their boss had made Him up. Yet, there He was, right before his red demon eyes, juggling six squeeky Octopoda babies while driving a shrunken car before the cheering crowd.
Some of the wannabe clowns that followed provided a delightful display of suffering that Cornelius documented onto his notepad, inspiring ideas to share with his fellow Agony Ambassadors in Hell. His personal favourites: flattening a soul with two elephants dropped from the sky and pulping a soul to a mashed potato mush. He also scribbled the word "tabasco" onto his notepad. Should he decide to revisit his homeland one day, he'll attempt to smuggle in a couple of bottles of this liquid fire.
The first clown participant was a real shocker, one Cornelius would remember for all eternity. He could not believe his eyes. It was God! His ex-employer's nemesis! All of his work colleagues, including himself, thought that their boss had made Him up. Yet, there He was, right before his red demon eyes, juggling six squeeky Octopoda babies while driving a shrunken car before the cheering crowd.
Some of the wannabe clowns that followed provided a delightful display of suffering that Cornelius documented onto his notepad, inspiring ideas to share with his fellow Agony Ambassadors in Hell. His personal favourites: flattening a soul with two elephants dropped from the sky and pulping a soul to a mashed potato mush. He also scribbled the word "tabasco" onto his notepad. Should he decide to revisit his homeland one day, he'll attempt to smuggle in a couple of bottles of this liquid fire.
Post edited November 23, 2023 by matterbandit
HanselPete
New User
Registered: Nov 2014
From Germany
Posted November 23, 2023
With shisha in hand, he makes his way towards Mr Whuffles.
The slapping of oversized clown shoes signals the approach of (40) Bosco the Taker, his trusty sidekick Honky the horn by his side. Bosco turns to the crowd "My wife dated a clown before we started going out." "I had some big shoes to fill."
A smattering of laughter and applause responds to his joke.
"Bosco has the crowd in the palm of his hand" he says to himself.
Snookums has a snooze while waiting until Honky rudely wakes him up.
Jabbar squeezes into the car and takes a long puff, his eyes dilating. He drives with no awareness of what he is doing and Mr Whuffles drifts from side to side, his own eyes bloodshot.
As Jabbar squints up at the sky, several objects float serenely towards him - "Whoa, man. Pink hamsters with angels wings and chocolate tails..." Mr Whuffles echoes "Whoa..."
In reality 7 coconuts hurtle towards the stoned duo and clatter off the cars roof.
Bosco squeezes into Snookums leaving his massive feet hanging out of the windows while he works the pedals with his hands and steers with his mouth.
At the approach of two fat ladies and their dogs falling from above, Honky hops onto the car roof and uses the power of his honks to juggle them, frilly knickers and small yapping canines bouncing up and down in the air.
All is going well until some stoner idiot rear-ends Snookums, resulting in a tangle of clowns, cars and flustered, large women and their pooches.
Both return to their seats, Jabbar with a bad case of the munchies.
Bosco had a good start and drives funny in his car.
But the biggest laugh was caused by Jabbars impact.
Yet the crash was an unintendet accident, that is fact.
Still for both the performance was a success.
So Bosco gets four points and Jabbar one less.
kultpcgames
Stolzer Träger des 8. Dan in Gamewondo
Registered: Aug 2012
From Germany
Posted November 23, 2023
Should all ratings be published here in the forum?
I guess I misunderstood and thought we would respond to Doc's PM and then Doc would post the overall result here.
I guess I misunderstood and thought we would respond to Doc's PM and then Doc would post the overall result here.
Palestine
Artix, sinit, dash, X, dwm, dmenu, mc, ALSA, cmus
Registered: Apr 2012
From United States
Posted November 23, 2023
I believe that you are correct about sending the scores directly (and discreetly) to Doc (through private message). This is why he had asked through such means, as opposed to publicly requesting that certain users provide a forum reply containing the scores.
Doc0075
I bark at trees!
Registered: Oct 2011
From United Kingdom
kultpcgames
Stolzer Träger des 8. Dan in Gamewondo
Registered: Aug 2012
From Germany
Wirvington
Mon Oncle
Registered: Dec 2013
From Nauru
Posted November 23, 2023
"Ok, ok, don't be so pushy, alright!?" she said raising her voice emphatically towards the shadowy figure behind her. Not that 'it' had been pushing her at all in any way, of course; Beatbox Grandma knew that much, but she also knew as much as to understand where to find a sliver of wicked fun at the expense of others, especially when she could make them feel self-conscious about something they hadn't even done.
"What a crook you've turned out to be", she thought as she approached the scoring ledgers over a mumbled beat. She was quite used to judging, that much was true. After all, she had lived all her life under the constant scrutiny and the so called rightful acumen of others. Judging came easy, it was second nature for her; heck, it even was first nature at this point since sometimes, well... most of the times now, there was nothing else within or without but the rumbling of this ubiquitous and unrelenting judging. It could be toned down though, not always, and sometimes just a smidge, but the possibility was still there in her beatboxing. That was the thing, the only real thing away from the dos and dont's, from the had-beens and the what-ifs and the will-bes; the only little thing she had succeeded at doing 'just right', it was the only oasis of nothingness she had been able to find amongst an infinite desert of regret. At least that had been the case for as far as she wanted to remember, and it would continue being so until one of those damned falling elephants would end up crash-landing upon her head.
"Keep those scores up, you clowns!" she yelled at the other appointed judges as she revealed her tally. And then the beat died, drowned amidst an over-the-top, unnecessarily flourished, and suffocating beatbox drum roll.
God: 4
Burt the Screaming Hairy Armadillo: 5
"What a crook you've turned out to be", she thought as she approached the scoring ledgers over a mumbled beat. She was quite used to judging, that much was true. After all, she had lived all her life under the constant scrutiny and the so called rightful acumen of others. Judging came easy, it was second nature for her; heck, it even was first nature at this point since sometimes, well... most of the times now, there was nothing else within or without but the rumbling of this ubiquitous and unrelenting judging. It could be toned down though, not always, and sometimes just a smidge, but the possibility was still there in her beatboxing. That was the thing, the only real thing away from the dos and dont's, from the had-beens and the what-ifs and the will-bes; the only little thing she had succeeded at doing 'just right', it was the only oasis of nothingness she had been able to find amongst an infinite desert of regret. At least that had been the case for as far as she wanted to remember, and it would continue being so until one of those damned falling elephants would end up crash-landing upon her head.
"Keep those scores up, you clowns!" she yelled at the other appointed judges as she revealed her tally. And then the beat died, drowned amidst an over-the-top, unnecessarily flourished, and suffocating beatbox drum roll.
God: 4
Burt the Screaming Hairy Armadillo: 5
Post edited November 23, 2023 by Wirvington
Doc0075
I bark at trees!
Registered: Oct 2011
From United Kingdom
Posted November 23, 2023
high rated
(32) Goo'n strolls towards Snookums, all that's visible a checked suit and a painted white face with bright red nose. He clambers in the car while being sure not to stick himself permanently to the seat.
(55) Johnny The Conflict Avoider leaves his seat to head towards his waiting car, Mr Whuffles. He goes out of his way to not bump into anyone or make eye contact in case of any trouble.
Upon reaching his vehicle, he apologises profusely for struggling to squeeze inside. Mr Whuffles rolls his eyes and gives an impatient honk.
Goo'n drives close to the crowd and reaches out with invisible limbs to tickle and pinch people/ creatures who all turn around in annoyance to try to figure out who just did that.
A mass brawl breaks out as Goo'n carries on his way, laughing manically.
Four plates of jelly fall from the sky and Goo'n grabs four Rock Nymphs from the stands and sticks them to the jellys. He then juggles the indignant fairies, ignoring their protests and takes a mouthful of the gelatinous treats each time they get close to his head.
Johnny gets his car up to a steady but in no way confrontational 30mph. He sweats profusely when three miniature football hooligans drop, all swearing that their team is the best and they will fight anyone that disagrees.
As Johnny juggles them he agrees with each one as they pass his head that their team is the best and all the others suck.
The yobs notice a punchup in the crowd and eagerly join in dragging Johnny along with them, who promptly faints in the presence of so much conflict.
Just as it looks like Johnny will be trampled to death, a near invisible rival sneaks into the melee and whisks him away only to then stick him upside down on the tent roof next to a fed-up car.
(55) Johnny The Conflict Avoider leaves his seat to head towards his waiting car, Mr Whuffles. He goes out of his way to not bump into anyone or make eye contact in case of any trouble.
Upon reaching his vehicle, he apologises profusely for struggling to squeeze inside. Mr Whuffles rolls his eyes and gives an impatient honk.
Goo'n drives close to the crowd and reaches out with invisible limbs to tickle and pinch people/ creatures who all turn around in annoyance to try to figure out who just did that.
A mass brawl breaks out as Goo'n carries on his way, laughing manically.
Four plates of jelly fall from the sky and Goo'n grabs four Rock Nymphs from the stands and sticks them to the jellys. He then juggles the indignant fairies, ignoring their protests and takes a mouthful of the gelatinous treats each time they get close to his head.
Johnny gets his car up to a steady but in no way confrontational 30mph. He sweats profusely when three miniature football hooligans drop, all swearing that their team is the best and they will fight anyone that disagrees.
As Johnny juggles them he agrees with each one as they pass his head that their team is the best and all the others suck.
The yobs notice a punchup in the crowd and eagerly join in dragging Johnny along with them, who promptly faints in the presence of so much conflict.
Just as it looks like Johnny will be trampled to death, a near invisible rival sneaks into the melee and whisks him away only to then stick him upside down on the tent roof next to a fed-up car.
foxgog
New User
Registered: Dec 2013
From Brazil
Doc0075
I bark at trees!
Registered: Oct 2011
From United Kingdom
Posted November 24, 2023
One person hasn't got back to me with their scores so I am going to choose someone else to do it, then I will be able to post the first batch of scores.
BenKii
Captain
Registered: Mar 2010
From United States
Posted November 24, 2023
So it looks like the response for my Fight Club video has been very positive. What I'd like to know is if y'all would like to see Fight Club 2 from Doc's 2nd fight club giveaway? It would be awhile before I do it because I'd like to wait for a good sale on SC6's Season Passes for all those extra customization parts and do proper justice to any future creations.
Catventurer
Savior of Cats
Registered: Mar 2021
From United States
Posted November 24, 2023
BranjoHello
WormMaster
Registered: Dec 2011
From Serbia