Goonhub
03-22-2016, 07:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-22-2016, 08:24 PM by Mageziya. Edited 1 time in total.)
I was a vampire.
There was a wizard.
10 minutes in, and I'm cluwned.
A sad and lonely cluwne,
No one to speak to except in sad fucking jarring honks,
but still with an unending thirst for blood.
Because no one suspects an urclown to be,
a beast of the niiiiiiiight.
What a terrible night for a curse.
'Cause no one suspects a cluwne
to be mean their death.
Crawling though maintenance
like the nightmares
of the cluwne who lives under the floor
While I was no floor cluwne,
I was still to be feared,
like a vision from hell,
cluwne supreme,
in a bout of megalomania,
I decided to take on the world
but little did I know,
being pinned down in the shuttle cockpit
is not a good place
to show the world the truth,
the truth that you're a monster,
'cause next thing you know
you're cuffed
and running around like a headless chicken,
but at least I made it to centcom.
I have no idea why I wrote that all down as song. There is literally no rhythm or melody that goes with this discordant pile of garbage.
What's funny is that this was literally my second ever round as Vampire. I've been playing for over a year and a half. My first round was probably about a year ago and ended in 15 minutes when an admin crashed the server due to shenanigans and was never compensated, since it was before the Antag Token system was put in place.
In the end though, there's something always amusing about cluwnes secretly being abominations or other things. Like that one time I mindslaved a person who was bothering me when I was a traitor cluwne. They were so confused.
There was a wizard.
10 minutes in, and I'm cluwned.
A sad and lonely cluwne,
No one to speak to except in sad fucking jarring honks,
but still with an unending thirst for blood.
Because no one suspects an urclown to be,
a beast of the niiiiiiiight.
What a terrible night for a curse.
'Cause no one suspects a cluwne
to be mean their death.
Crawling though maintenance
like the nightmares
of the cluwne who lives under the floor
While I was no floor cluwne,
I was still to be feared,
like a vision from hell,
cluwne supreme,
in a bout of megalomania,
I decided to take on the world
but little did I know,
being pinned down in the shuttle cockpit
is not a good place
to show the world the truth,
the truth that you're a monster,
'cause next thing you know
you're cuffed
and running around like a headless chicken,
but at least I made it to centcom.
I have no idea why I wrote that all down as song. There is literally no rhythm or melody that goes with this discordant pile of garbage.
What's funny is that this was literally my second ever round as Vampire. I've been playing for over a year and a half. My first round was probably about a year ago and ended in 15 minutes when an admin crashed the server due to shenanigans and was never compensated, since it was before the Antag Token system was put in place.
In the end though, there's something always amusing about cluwnes secretly being abominations or other things. Like that one time I mindslaved a person who was bothering me when I was a traitor cluwne. They were so confused.