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Hello there, friend.
I go by the name of Shaco.
Oh! Have you heard about me? I am so flattered! Are you scared, just hearing the sound of my name?
Of course you are.
Everyone is scared of me. Nobody knows who I am, exactly.
All they know, all they've heard, are the rumors. Fearful whispers passed throughout towns and village, of a mad jester armed with only two daggers.
They say I am behind the sudden deaths and disappearances of many. Maybe even you, someday.
Never caught by the authorities.
Not even close.
They say that late at night, I find my victims. No one knows what exactly happens to them. Some are found after a few nights, staggering through the streets and squares babbling incoherently about jack-in-the-boxes and gore and terror. Others are never seen again. :)
It's really rather tragic~
I leave no signs, no clues, other than the occasional clown paraphernalia that I leave at the scene, deliberately. A bowling pin here, a squirt flower there. Always covered in blood. At least I'm consistent, eh?
Hehe but the real, full truth, or as real as it gets anyway, is only known by myself. I'll tell you if you listen, but I'm not telling you why I'm telling you what I'm telling you, in fear of fearing you because I fear you so that you'll fear me! Ohohoho! Confusion is exquisite.
So welcome to my world. Have lots of fun, and remember:
Whatever you do,
MAKE SURE YOU DON'T SURVIVE
MWAH!