At the most important party in Farlong, yes I said it. The party that may decide the destiny of the world… this might be a little exaggerated… a little.
The clown-troupe gathers for the party of their lives, mrs.Dim also came as she was invited, even though she is not a member per say… she is an important sponsor of the troupe.
Definitely not just the mother of two members and a woman that Kingclown has tried to flirt with way too many times, I mean she is not ugly or anything, but…
She is definitely not in her prime or anything, she is not super old, or anything… just a little old. Kingclown may have some, unique tastes?
Ignoring that weird part… Charlatan might also be… interested in mrs.Dim… OK I am dying internally from writing this, let’s not go further. END.
The troupe, dressed up in Christmas apparel crowding around a long table filled with “delicious?” food, exotic food, magical food…. cursed food.
On a table that might be stretching a little further than the room should be able to hold, but as long as you stick close to the table as you walk down it you won’t fall into the fade…
Yup, Christmas with the clown-troupe; a table that probably reaches the end of time, filled with dishes that do not nourish, do not fill your stomach… what do they do?
I don’t even know. Does Fool know? No. He can introduce many dishes to the troupe, he can talk for weeks about what he did to make these dishes.
But he has no idea where some of these dishes came from or who made them… There are somethings in this world that you should not question.
Walking down the table that people try not to ask about as Fool warned them about asking about the table or who the table is… Yup, he said that.
Fool introduces some of the prized dishes that he made. (Fool:)”This is APPLES OF EDEN, not made from an actual apple from eden, those are expensive.
This is based on those but is in actuality it was made from the heart of an archdevil, purified with holy water and fed to a… fake tree which sprouted an apple.
The apple was later turned into a fish which was fed apples from the dragon realm, which was then later turned into this sushi like thing… it is just like sushi.”
The rest of the clown troupe stare in horror and confusion at a plate full with salmon nigiri… WTF did Fool just say? Kingclown appears more scared than the rest.
While walking down the table, introducing the:dragon cakes, phoenix muffins, dragon phoenix fried rice, fairy meatballs and many other horrifying things.
At some point they walk past a plate full with big tentacles… just tentacles. Which according to Fool is the remnants of some eldritch being…
The troupe continues walking after fool down the table as time and space twists around them, mrs.Dim being the only one who appears nonchalant about everything.
She might think that Fool is just being dramatic and I would not blame her for thinking so, most of the troupe members are overly dramatic people, her sons included.
She is the only one that can walk with confidence after Fool, while the rest are questioning what is real and what is fake… not the dishes, just questioning life and reality.
(Fool:)”OK so this is dragon fire ale, this burns like hell… OK not like actual hell, the hell cakes burn like actual hell… this just burns a lot… painfully so.
Next to the ale is super alcohol… it is pretty much just alcohol, but liquid, like it won’t turn into a gas… it is very dense, it hits like a bag of bricks.”
The troupe continues after Fool who sometimes talk about this horrifying thing to that less horrifying thing, sometimes he says something that everybody wishes to forget.
This oddly resembles the impact that Alexander has on some people, he says things and everybody wish they could have not heard.
After walking down maybe a kilometer down the table… the troupe does not question this as they do not want the answer and were warned about asking.
Fool motions towards some machine. (Fool:)”This is kind of like a party machine, or a wizard drinking game. You put a cup below here and push this button and your cup gets filled with… The mysterious potion.” He says dramatically, but compared to everything else it seems like a let down… he had the cut off fried head of some boar god a couple ten meters ago.
(Fool:)”OK you guys don’t seem to understand the amazingness of a WIZARD drinking game so let me explain. This drink, the mysterious potion has a random effect that lasts 2-5 minutes.
The effect is like a challenge or an event, you might get the voice of a duck, you might be transformed into a horse, you might taste ass…
This thing is a roulette wheel of crazy, it lasts a tiny little while with no side effects and during this time you might try to sing with a duck voice or dance with a horse body.”
(Joker:)”What would we do if we got a potion that makes us taste ass for a couple minutes?” Joker seems onboard for this shenanigans.
(Fool:)”Well you have never done that before so you do not know of the pain it invokes. whoever gets a foul tasting potion usually squints and makes funny faces.
That is about the reason they exist, they just make people scrunch their face up in pain.” (Joker:)”OK.” Fool is about to step away from the machine when he remembers something.
(Fool:)”Also all the mysterious potions contain funny juice. Do not ask what funny juice is.” He walks away calmly, but people stare oddly at the machine. Funny juice?
After walking a long while for what seems to take hours, but it is oddly fun to listen to what Fool had to do to make some of these dishes.
(Fool:)”This is the heart cake for Kingclown, if you are not Kingclown do not eat this it is super poisonous for normal people… um… also to most superhumans.
Though it is the vegan version, made from the hearts of dears and rabbits mixed with the flesh of hundreds of beast refined in poison for years.
Had to dance a tribal ritual dance for months to calm down the evil spirits trapped in these cakes.” He smiles, but people rethink what “vegan” means…