i was never afraid of clowns, but now...well done.

That's what I do.

More to come later.

Hello Children,

It's your's truly again. I'm a busy klown with places to and joy to spread. My own special brand of joy that is. It's been slim pickings since the last time I chatted with you boys and girls, and this klown has had to make do as best he can. My last stop was at some small, backwater, hicktown. You know the type, boys and girls, the type where "my kind" are not appreciated. That's alright though, children, because I like a challenge.

It was the middle of the day when arrived. The time of day where the sun is high in the sky and at it's absolute worst. That's when the head aches begin and my face can't smile any more. Well, boys and girls, it wasn't long before a strange man with a shiny badge came up to me and began to rant and rave. "Blah, blah, blah, freak.. Blah, blah, weirdos like you... Blah, blah, blah, keep movin'!!!" I figured that this man must have been cranky from the heat and had a headache like I did. That was my cue, boys and girls, at moment I decided that a visit from my new friend "Mr. Smashums" would cheer this man right up. Sure enough, after one friendly tap on the head from Mr. Smashums and the man with the badge made a funny face and fell to the ground. After that, Mr. Smashums tapped his head until it just exploded with joy. It was was like watching a pinata explode, children. Alas, it was time to put Mr. Smashums away.

Soon afterwards I found a nice dark place siesta. Even klowns need to take a nap now and then, children. When I awoke it was nightfall. There was a group of young men standing around the area of my last performance. I could hear them whispering. "Blah, blah, blah, Holy Shit!! Blah, blah, blah, look at this!! Blah, blah, blah, What The Hell!?" If I didn't know better, boys and girls, I would say that I was starting to develop a fanbase. I reapplied my makeup. Klowns are nothing without their makeup, children, remember that. It was show time. I brought my friend Mack along and began to go into my act. While I was performing, some of those young boys tried to perform right along with me. Needless to say, Mack and I had them all smiling from ear to ear leaving red streaming kisses all over the ground.

I know what you're thinking children, and don't worry. The Doktor had a comedy prescription for every last man, woman, and child in that little podunk town. Some of them like my brand of medicine so much that they screamed with laughter. When it was all said and done, you could say that I painted the town red.

For my finale, boys and girls, I really heated things up. Some of my fans were still outside. They seemed to be frozen with their crimson grins perfectly in place. I built a fire and let it burn. A good klown wants his audience to feel all warm and toasty. Unfortunately children, I didn't have time to watch the fire burn. I had another performance to get to.

I'll tell you something, children. It's funny how humor can change one's outlook on life. Here I had taken a bunch of ignorant, small town hicks and put a nice red ear to ear smile on each of their dirty little faces. Too bad thet won't be able to do the same for yours truly. As always, boys and girls, I'm on the move. Keep watching, because I just might pop up in your town next.

Sincerely Yours,

Doktor Demo

and i hope there's even more...

I'm working on it.

it's the characters complete detachment from the atrocities he's commiting, seeing it all as being his way of bringing joy and cheer to the people...i really enjoy your short and sweet letter way of presenting it all.

and now i have a desire to watch killer klowns from outer space.

The letter format allows me to make to story more personable and appear as though the clown is directly communicating with to reader(s).

*Yawn*

is the clown taking a nap?

...lord knows my imagination is...writers block sucks!

No offense but you should make your own characters. Youre practically copying Sweet Tooth verbatim. I likeed Twisted metal black too, but this is just out and out copyright infringement.

If you like his 1st person narration youd probably like the story logs from the PS2 game Twisted metal: Black, hes copying the character from that verbatim.

It'd be like me writing about this character called Fred who had knife fingers who invaded the dreams of children and killed them in thier sleep.

ahhh, i'll have to check into it...Lord ivd plays that game, i prefer the champion of norath sort of games...

writers block still sucks...

when are you going to post another story?

Not really. For one thing my character gives reference Sweet Tooth as a mentor. Furthermore my character's detachment from reality make him unable to establish the fact that he is indeed killing the people that he runs into. Sweet Tooth on the otherhand knew exactly what he was doing and had no shame whatsoever. Third, I have neveronce written anything about an icecream truck or a curse. So no this is not at all copying Twisted Metal Black, verbatim or otherwise.

Uh dude, yes you are, form the numerous "my childrens" to the slow attempted creep out tone. Its exactly sweet tooth. Not to mention you cannot use Sweet Tooth as a mentor, its still plagerism.

Why cant you just come up with your own character?

If you want to talk aobut plagarism, look at your own work. You've copied exact dialouge from Sweet Tooth's movies. "Three months in the nuthouse. It was the longest I'd ever been confined. So a few people got killed, wasn't my fault." ect, ect. Your the last person to be criticizing my stuff.

Heh, whatever you say dude.