Thank you so much Doc0075, for the magnificent event and the amazing prize. God bless and reward all your devotion and all the good people of this forum.

"Thanks for sending us home with generous gifts and such marvelous memories" - waves goodbye Stranger.

ManaTee-Hee waves goodbye to the tent and the other clowns and squeaks happily at the prospect of returning.

Congratulations y'all, thanks for all the fun and your good reception to my unbelievable lucky droid!
Doc x1Million thanks for the event, the prize and the amazing person you are!

Thank you once more, Doc! This was a lovely idea, and I wish we can continue this at a later date.

And thanks to everyone for their funny contributions, as well :D

The gigantic tent swayed from side to side, as the ground beneath the herd of panicked clowns began to shake violently. Screams ripped through the air. What was happening?! Was it an earthquake? Cornelius was trying his best to keep his balance, but it proved very difficult. The crowd of clowns had gathered together, perhaps in the hope that there be strength in numbers, as to confront whatever it was that was tripping them off their feet.

Suddenly, a voice punctured every clown skull within the vicinity. It was the Shadowy Figure and he had a message for his puppets: "You are to be sent back from whence you came..."

As if in obediance, the ground beneath Cornelius' hoofs cracked wide open, exposing a steep gaping drop all the way down to Hell. Taken off guard, Cornelius stumbled down the hole, but managed to grab hold of the edge, just in time, with one steady hoof. He now glared down at his dangling legs and at the burning furnace below. In his other hoof, he held a digital copy of the DRM-free game he had been awarded for his mediocre performance. He did not wish to drop his prize and struggled to keep his grip on that edge.

"...but heed my words!" the Shadowy Figure's voice continued to drown every clown consciousness.
"At a time of my choosing I shall bring you back to here in order to complete your tasks. Woe betide those who fail to build me a wicked, cool garden shed upon their return!"

Cornelius caught glimpses of his fellow clown mates being lifted off their big floppy clown shoes and being vacuumed into a myriad of colours as they were being warped through time and space, presumably back to their respective places of origin. Cornelius would not be boarding this First Class flight with his fellow clown mates through a myrid of swirly, rainbowy wormholes. No. His destination lay many sizzling miles beneath his dangling legs and it awaited him with open flames.

Cornelius could no longer support his weight. He could feel himself slipping.

"I don't wish to return to my former employer!" he yelled as loud as he could. Then his hoof lost grip of the trembling edge and Cornelius fell deep into the abyss below.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! THAAAAAANKK YOUUUU FOOORRRR THHEEE GAAAAME!!"

"I think I speak for all the clowns when I say that we are eagerly awaiting our return!", said Zhabokhrobae, while casually and inaudibly releasing a series of small, yet very smelly farts (aka silent, but deadly). O.o

My big standing ovation to the GM #Doc0075 and every participant! Thank you!

Upon being deposited back near an entrance to the Dwarven tunnels, Orig'lat makes some tsk-ing sounds, painstakingly unties the rope on her arm, and starts peering nearsightedly at the ground. She wanders over to a nearby brook clattering down the mountain, seeming to have forgotten all about Grog'tial.

Grog'tial, after dusting himself off, follows his grandmother to continue the conversation which was interrupted by the Shadowy figure's abrupt ending to the proceedings. "Grandma!" he begins, "You can't be serious about this shadowy figure fancying you! We have to find some way to block him from coming for you a second time. I don't know exactly what a 'garden shed' is, but it doesn't sound good!"

Noticing Grog'tial as for the first time, Orig'lat carefully stoops to pick up a large rounded pebble, and examines it closely, before pocketing it and turning to address him. "Oh Timmy, you youngsters understand so little of love! It's not your fault, really. I remember how it was when I first encountered your grandfather in Sigil. We spent months being all confused, having near-misses..." She drifts off in reverie for endless minutes, before suddenly stooping down to pick up another large pebble and continuing the conversation as if nothing happened, "...but don't you see, at my age it's all so much clearer. Didn't you notice how as soon as I'd spoken the words that that nice young man fancied me, he immediately tore down the entire circus? He's trying to play hard to get! He wants me, to chase him! Ooh, I haven't had this much fun since playing portal hide-and-seek with your grandfather after he finally got his courage together to kiss me!"
Orig'lat carefully straightens up, and takes a step closer to Grog'tial to peer in his face, "...and if anyone shouldn't lecture me about love, it's you!" She pokes her grandson in his ribs with surprising strength. "Tell me, how've you been doing with finding love, eh?"

Grog'tial winces, and then rubs the spot where Orig'lat poked him in an attempt to make it seem that that's what the wince was all about. "Grandma!" he whines, "that's really not the point!"

Upon noticing the wince, a calculating look enter Orig'lat's eyes, and a note of steel enter her voice, "Timmy! Tell me! I'm not getting any younger here, y'know. I! Want! Great-grandchildren! Now fess up!"

Grog'tial winces more. "Well, there was this mermaid..."

"Oh no, Timmy! Mermaids are bad business. All conniving and manipulative. That's nothing for a nice boy like you!"

"...and, well... There was this Halfling lass. Her meals were divine. But..." He shuffles his feet, "I messed up there, grandma. I don't think she wants anything to do with me anymore."

Orig'lat shakes her head. "Nonsense, Timmy! You can't just go around assuming things like that! You go find that girl, and apologize! And by the time you get back here, I expect great-grandchildren on the way, y'hear?!" Stooping down another two times in short succession, Orig'lat pockets another two large pebbles, before carefully placing all four pebbles on the ground in a straight line, at the end of which a swirling vortex of many colors suddenly bursts into existence. "Now if you'll excuse me, I don't want that nice young man to think I'm not up to the rigours of the chase! Don't wait up for me!" With a mischievous grin which takes several decades off her lined face, she shuffles through the portal, which promptly winks out of existence, leaving behind her grandson with a mess of conflicting emotions running through his mind.

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Doc, thank you once again for an amazing giveaway. I look forward to the continuation - and erm... sorry not-sorry for having another member of this family go chasing after the shadowy figure! I think it's a family trait... :D

Hello Doc0075!

May I tune in with the others in praising you for these outstanding events you come up with and organize again and again!
It was as always a pleasure to participate and follow the many stories evolving throughout these.

And many thanks for the generous gifts!

See you all again in round two of the Intergalactic Clown School (whenever it will be).

Kind regards,
foxgog and Jeff & Greg

Thank you to everyone! This was a lot of fun.

Especially thank you to Doc for all your hard work, as well as your generosity! You and it are greatly appreciated!

[Hue's Personal Tablet]

Notepad - Thank You, Doc! (saved)

Text-to-Speech: ENABLED

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Was certainly fun here at clown school. Feels great to finally have a bit of mischief back in my life. Earth-001 really is quite boring.
Oh, and another franchise to make an uninvited cameo in? Brilliant.

See y'all next semester.
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Jab was floating in spacetime, thinking about another summit, thinking that maybe he could do something better way...
Without focusing on a path he found himself in some tunnel with the light at the end.
- A passage! and he flew to the end finding a new reality...

There were people with other people and their animals.
There were tables covered in glitter. Some beings were dancing.
- Hey! I know you... said Jab to the singing and dancing man with a neat mustache.
- "You can be anything you want to be"... said Freddie
- Can I be your co-signer?
- Yes, "if it's plan it's boring"...
- I never planned that, we could sing for someone...
- "It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, I feel good, and no one's gonna stop me now."
- 321... Let's do this! Said Jab.
- "I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any for(u)m." - said Freddie

...and they started to jam for Doc, and everyone at the event...
♪ "For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow, and so say all of us! ♪

- Great! How about you, are you happy in heaven? Do you like it here?
- "What I would like most of all is to be in a state of blissful love."
- Truth! said Jab... I think they waking me up....
- "Goodbye everybody..." said Freddie

The high voltage low amper electric current passed through Jab's heart. He found himself in the middle of the desert next to the copter, with Doctors at the side.

- How do we feel? asked Doc
- Ready for another summit! - said Jab... Have you heard Farrokh singing?
- Sure, several times... Let's play again!

Thank very much once again Doc. Sad that we didn't get to see the event 'till the end, but hopefully that'll happen some day.

To all fellow clowns, may our paths cross again. Hats off.