You know what? This premise looks real fun, so I think I'm going to participate too! My idea for a character is a bit similar to someone else's though, so hopefully it's different enough to not look like a cheap copy.

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My character is an Eldritch Being whose name drives mortals crazy just by trying to pronounce it, so they'll accept being called They Who Come From The Void!...

...Or Voido for short, since apparently mortals are so lazy they even They Who Come From The Void is too long for them.

Once the true ruler of the universe, Voido used their awesome powers to shape it in their own image. But it's power wasn't infinite, so eventually they were forced to go into a deep sleep for many eons. Once they woke up, they weren't exactly amused at the idea of a bunch of mortals and pretender gods making claims to Voido's own creation.

So Voido decided to search for a way to find amusement in said idea, and at the end, he set their undetermined number of eyes in the Intergalactic Clown School. They materialized themselves in front of the staff and other contestants, and presented them with a challenge to mortalkind: Voido would participate in the competition as both a contestant (playing by the rules of course, Voido may be an eldritch monstruosity, but they do have honor!) and an observer to judge the mortals. If the mortals failed to amuse the eldritch abomination during the competition, then Voido would consume everyone right then and there, and the universe will once again belong to them to remake anew!

Needless to say, the staff weren't exactly in conditions to refuse them.

Voido takes the form of a writhing mass of tentacles sprouting from a perpetually flying portal in order to hide Voido's true form, because if they were to show their true form, everyone in the room would instantly become insane, and that woudn't exactly be fair for the contestants.

And finally, Voido's cosmic superpowers include:

1) The previously mentioned multiple tentacles, which Voido can use for multiple purposes. (No tickling the tentacles! Voido is very ticklish, and you DON'T want to know what happens when they get ticklish!)
2) The ablility to use their portal to absorb all sorts of items. (No lime pies though! Voido's allergic to lime, and it will cause them to ''sneeze'' in the form of huge devastating gusts of wind and dark matter!)
3) The ability to materialize items straight from the aether. (There's a chance that the items created will be twisted and malformed. Since they're no longer the ruler of the universe, Voido's knowledge of the things in it is far more limited nowadays...)
4) And finally, if nothing else works, the ability to fire a targeted beam of insanity to any living being! (What use could this possibly have in a clown competition is uncertain, but hey! The option is there!)

P.S. : Voido will NOT subject themselves to the use of any piece of clown clothing or accessories, and any attempt to force Voido to wear them will result in instant insanity beam.

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I'm actually excited to see how this turns out! Thanks Doc for this great opportunity, and good luck to everyone! :)

From Doc's post "Make a group of children laugh/scream while simultaneously building me a garden shed." - at the moment, there are 78 signed up participants.

Just what nefarious plan does Doc have, that involves so many garden sheds...? ;)

This is the tale of the Gobbo the r̶a̶p̶p̶i̶s̶t̶ rapper, the son of a female Troubadour Gothic Elf and a male Bard Guetto Dwarf (or it was the other way around? ), divided by the two parents who hate each other but somehow got to spend one night toghether while drunk as trucks during some festival.
Regarded as a aberration from both clans, he spent most of life time traveling together with either parent, helping with various tasks and slowly start to learn how to entertain people.

Gobbo gets to meet a lot of people during the travels and one day, he meet a curious human fellow that tells him about the new-age music called Rap that is all about the ritm. Having no ability whatsoever to sing, unlike both parents, imediatlely interested in this new type of music wich require no singing skill at all.
Hooked by the new music style, Gobbo spends a lot of time thinking about rhymes and when he finally manage to show his new music, he got his father so anggered that little Dwelf got a monumental beating (no pun intended).
"That ain't music, that is the Devil speaking! Stop immediately or you'll summon a demon!", shouts the Dwarf while spanking the son.
"Lousy father, patronising mother, arrogant family! Fuck them! No one understands my music. They're just jelous of my success..." those thoughts reverbate in Gobbo's head.
On that fatefull day, tired of being considered a aberration, the parents fights over the years and feeling as an outcast from both family clans, he decides to live his own life, his own way, being a rapper.

Well, not everything was easy as Gobbo thought at first.
During his first show, he quickly learns that the public don't like Rap and see it as the music of demons, being very similar to the incantations those magic beasts do. Gobbo then decides to throw a couple of funny jokes around to hold the public dissatisfaction.
The more shows he did, the more jokes and comedic acts he included. Not satisfied with his own performance and decided to change people's views about Rap, Gobbo asks around any way to improve the show and one day, a misterious man, very tall and dressed with a strange deep dark robe, tells him about a peculiar school where he can learn his craft and compete with other studants.
As soon as they finish talking the tall eerie figure disapears in one shadowy corner, lefting Gobbo wondering if he should really go.

"Holy crap, that was a really strange dude, that creepy smile had me in stitches. Well, but a place where I can sharpen and show my talents without fear is wonderfull, better sleep over this and decide with a fresh head." - Except Gobbo could hardly get any sleep thinking that on one hand, the school must be a scam and the strange figure must be looking for slaves, on the other, the fact that he could rap whatever he wants as long as follow the school objectives wich is something he's confortable doing. Entertaining people with both mom and dad all those years seems to created a almost second nature for the little Dwelf.
After a lot of deliberation, his resolve was still a bit shaken and tired of waiting for a decision, the jerk of the writer unilaterally decides that Gobbo should go, otherwise there is no story.

A few days of travel later, Gobbo arrives at the intended GPS coordinates only to find a blue round portal at the bottom of a mountain, unlike anything he has seen before. After some close inspection start to realise that the portal is the same described on the ancient texts on the mom's elfen village: "the Cake is a lie" but unlike described on the ancient texts, there's no contraption to make a similar orange portal and there is no gray room inside, only dark.
"Someone with a power to create such a device wouldn't trick me, right, RIGHT?"
"Of course there's no Arcane Dragon waiting inside. Don't be silly"
"If I jump and if there's nothing on the other side?"
"What if I throw a rock inside?"
"Yes, that settles it"
Proceeds to throw a decent sized rock inside with some force, only to watch the rock come back.
"Hum, shouldn't be any problem to jump in, the rock came out after all"
"Shit, I'm really gonna do it!"
"1,2, 3!!!"
As he lands from the jump, Gobbo find himself in a huge space filled with every kind of people making all sorts of noises but the one closest grabs his attention, a jester holding the jester hat with one hand and holding bag of ice on the head with another hand while speaking in a strange language, something that reassembles swearing. Gobbo then looks up and see a freaking huge iluminated sign "Welcome to Doc's Intergalatic Clown School, Bitches"...

That shouldn't be very hard, even if involuntary. I would be in the laughing group.

I'm personally a bit more scarred from n5
"Make balloon animals/monsters while face painting your partner"

Many many thanks to the ultra-awesome Doc for this new giveaway. But I'm not in this time. Not the right moment... and to be honest, despite the offer being incredibly rich and generous as usual, there's nothing that really draws me in - maybe a couple of titles, but absolutely not a priority. The games are too modern for me, I guess :)
However I will certainly follow the thread - I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun!

Well, a few of my wishlist items on there, but mostly ones I haven't picked up bc they won't run well (or at all) on my now very old machine lol

Ty for the generous offer and creative game, but I'm wrapped up with my IRL clowning these days and will have to pass this time ;)

Best of luck to all the entrants!

ZAP is a humanoid insect with the power to elevate objects due to its psychic powers. He also has formidable agility and, together with a strange way of walking, is hilarious.
ZAP liked of food and don't resist something appetizing.

My point was, that Doc might be executing some nefarious plan worthy of movie Bad Guy, for which he needs a lot of garden sheds. And if so, is tricking us to build the sheds under the pretense of a contest. ;)

I'm also thi- /mysteriously disappears mid sentence

Thanks again Doc for this fun event! I had to separate my post because I reached the character limit.

Prologue:
BB Kitty arrives at the circus tent, wearing his colorful clown costume and carrying his boombox on his shoulder.
He knows he has something unique to offer: his musical talent and his charisma.
BB Kitty greets Doc, the Schoolmaster and Ringmaster of the universe-renowned Intergalactic Clown School!
The kitty smiles and bows, then sets his boombox on the floor and turns it on.

He plays a catchy song that makes everyone want to dance and starts to perform his routine.
He juggles balls, spins plates, makes balloon animals, and throws pies, all while dancing and cracking jokes.
He also interacts with the audience, making them laugh and clap along.
He shows off his skills as a clown and as a DJ, creating a fun and lively atmosphere.

Doc the Ringmaster watches BB Kitty's performance with interest and amusement.
He can see that BB Kitty is not only talented, but also confident and charismatic.
He likes how BB Kitty uses his boombox as a prop and as a way to connect with the audience.
He thinks that BB Kitty would be a great addition to the circus, as he could bring some fresh and original ideas to the show.
But he notices that there is a mysterious vibe around this Kitty.
This was no ordinary feline that people would normally encounter. Something was off..
The Ringmaster notions his subordinates to hand him BB Kitty's file.
As the Ringmaster opens the dossier labelled "BB Kitty?", his eyes widened!!

To be continued....

I would like to be in.

My name is Wat. I am aware of when someone says my name and can choose to teleport to their location. It doesn't matter if they mean to say my name or not, even if they are only trying to say a word that sounds similar to my name. I'm a cheerful fellow, so when someone says my name, I appear behind them and give them a friendly pat on the back with a joy buzzer.

Frogoz, spiderlegged frog in ruby stiletto boots. I travel between worlds, clicking my heels to hunt down those nasty rabbits. One of them once framed me in a hole.

Hi Doc, I procastinate this enough and now I don't have time to be original. I'm in and this is my entry, thanks as always kind Doc of the GOG Forums!

My character is an encyclopedia.
The killer instinct of books are well know, every year take the life of several people, jumping from shelves and crushing heads, bleeding people to death with their sharpen sheets (so sharp that can cut your head) and even burning to death when the have the opportunity to cause maximum damage.
As Frankenstein Monster, books hate their creators, resentful with humanity because they went from being gigantic murals made of rock in ancient temples to small rectangles made out of trees.
The knowledge of books is well know, through history there are several reports of this knowledge has corrupted men. They also have control over feeling, causing depression, joy, uncontrollable laugh, existential crisis, boredom and much more complex emotions.

One year later...
There are two books in a seedy bar, an encyclopedia and self-help book, three bodies laying on the floor with paper cuts on their finger and severe brain damage.
The self- help book opens on a page "those who hurt others because they themselves are damaged", then open another page "those who make others laugh also do themselves good", then a flying pamphlet appears "Doc's Intergalactic Clown School", encyclopedia exits the bar.

so many great co...lleagues! can't wait to see \ read what Doc will bring when the show-off begins.

Last few hours to sign up.

A strange creature with no head, but a giant belly and 8 long limbs (serving both as arms and legs). He has no eyes, yet he can see, no ears, but can still hear and no mouth, but he must scre..., ehm, I mean he can speak. As for the other end of his body (where you would normally expect it), there is none, yet he can fart. :p

"Hi, everyone" *strange squeaky voice coming from who knows where suddenly interrupts the silence*, "my name is Zhabokhrobae and I'm here to entertain you!". He starts to maniacally laugh, interrupting it with a loud farting (ooh,what a disgusting smell, what the hell did he eat? Or rather how O.o)