[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Mr. J is a new century American standard successful reserve. He loves sports and beautiful women. He joined Wall Street after graduating from an Ivy League university.

Who knew everyone would die? !

Who put peanut butter in his girlfriend's mouth and he's allergic to even a tiny bit of it! Mr. J died with regret, but he was still taken by the dog on the way to the hospital. Before he died, his last wish was——May there be no peanuts in heaven.

When he opened his eyes again, he failed to reach God. At least the heaven his grandmother told him about when he was a child would never be so dark, dirty, and gloomy, and he would not be wearing an orange Uniform, looking eagerly at the hamburger in the prison guard's hand through the iron railing.

He will not see the same three options as the game button "My Mission", "My Attributes" and "My Favorability" in the upper left corner of his sight.

Oh Shet, this sure isn't heaven.

In fact, Mr. J swears by his IQ as high as 160. This scene is very familiar. It is clearly a stand-alone game that his relatives and girlfriends are playing before dinner. There are these three buttons on the upper left of the screen. He glanced at them and saw that the picture quality was no different from mosaic. He had no idea why his girlfriend was addicted to it.

Maybe it has something to do with her being a DC fan.

But Mr. J is very proud to say that he never read comic books since he was a child. They are things that nerds and nerds like. He is a reserve for successful financial people, okay?

What clown?Is it the circus kind?He has never liked actors with red noses and white cheeks, and he can't understand why some people think that children will like this, instead of being scared to cry by such strange makeup and weird laughter?

Mr. wiped his hair sadly, and then realized that his wrists were frighteningly white. Well, he is also Caucasian, but the complexion of this character should be classified as limestone.He wiped it vigorously with his hands, and it turned out that it was really powdery!

The skin under the white powder is uneven, and the color is so dull that it doesn't look like a human being. It suddenly appears on the wrist like a monster's huge mouth that is always swallowing something before it will stop. Mr. J was silent for a moment, and poured back the excess powder next to him.

He felt that not only his hands, but even his whole body and face were covered with this kind of white powder for concealment.

Clown, with this word in his mouth, he probably understands why this game is called "Cultivating a Clown". Maybe the protagonist is a clown locked in a prison, so the main task should be to escape from the prison?

Otherwise, where is the point of playing this game?Prison Simulator?

He tentatively clicked on the task button in the upper left corner, and sure enough, the button expanded into a small form, which was divided into two parts: "daily task" and "main task". Next to the main task, there was an inferior Q-version graffiti of a smiling face.

Tsk, it really is a hot chicken game, a game planner who can't even afford art.He looked at the task—

Daily task 1: provoke ordinary patients (0/3)

Daily task 2: Molesting elite patients (0/1)

Daily Task 3: Scare the Arkham Prison Guards (0/3)

(Smiling face) Main Quest 1: Escape from Arkham (0/1)

Next is "My Attributes". After you poke it open, you can see a Q version of a villain with green hair, flaming red lips, white skin, and orange clothes. It turns out to be a moving picture of waving at you!On the head of the animation, there is a line of small words "Arkham prison uniform with orange flavor, no bonus for current fashion", and on the right are rows of character attributes.

My name: clown (unawakened)

My gender: male

My age: guess what?

My Level: Level 1 (0/5)

My strength: 5 (the weak chicken of Zhanwu?)

My intelligence: 5 (are you worthy of the title of clown?)

My magic power: 0 (Do you still want to be a magic clown?)

My defense: 2 (the paper man is you!)

My madness: 3 (You're not suitable for Arkham, really...)

My skills: 0 (what a hot chicken)

*The value base of all attributes is up to 10, excluding job transfer, skill and item bonuses

What is this thing? Mr. J was shocked, does this game attribute have its own ridicule?Who will play this kind of game that will laugh at you!Is it some kind of shaking M?wait, his girlfriend...

With unbelievable pain, he opened the third button. There are various game characters' favorability for the protagonist. There is no upper limit or lower limit. However, he just started the game and doesn't know many people. Many of them are "? ??".

Bearing the brunt of it is a character called Batman.

Batman: -100

Harley Quinn: 250

Then it was gone... It was gone... One or two characters, one turned out to be minus one hundred! !How much does one have to hate another to be minus one hundred?And to what extent is a person infatuated to have 250 favors for another person?

Mr. J thought blankly: Well, it really is a hot chicken game, ruining my girlfriend's youth!And he wants to play such a boring game even after he dies, this must be what hell looks like!

Although some people curse that everyone on Wall Street should go to hell, but God is my witness, he just started working for a day, and his soul is pure and unblemished. Even though he hasn't been to church for three or four years, his heart is with God, amen .

Mr. J decided that going on like this was not an option. First of all, he had to talk to people. He has been a talker since he was a child, and he would go crazy if he was not allowed to talk.

So, facing the prison guard eating hamburgers outside the cell, he showed a Wall Street-style standard smile to the client's father, and said in a gentle and steady voice: "Hello, I'm a clown, can I meet you?"

Prison guard:! ! !

The next moment, he saw that the prison guard was choking on the hamburger in his mouth. He was coughing desperately, his face was flushed, and he kept beating his chest with his fat hands, but he couldn't cough up the hamburger. His face turned crimson purple, and it didn't take long before he collapsed at the door of his cell and remained motionless...

A prompt pops up on the game screen - Daily Task 3: Scaring the Arkham prison guards (1/3)

etc!no!What kind of show operation is this?He did nothing!

Mr. J: The smile on the face is about to be unmaintainable mmp

God, please save this lost lamb!Take me back quickly, I promise to go to church to confess to the priest every day!Even if it takes me to heaven, it's just... hope the world after death doesn't have peanut butter.