Posted 10 hours ago
I've added the points to the spreadsheet (1st page). You can add comments to the spreadsheet, or let me know here how it can be improved.
ThatGuyWithTheThing
TheDudeLebowski
Registered: Oct 2011
From Other
Braggadar
Discombobulate
Registered: Mar 2018
From Australia
Posted 7 hours ago
Having not originally been in the Big Top, (82) Wat appears behind Snookums when the car coughs and it sounds like it said his name.
Wat gives him a friendly pat on the bumper with a joy buzzer and gets knocked on his back when the car boot springs open in response. Wat dusts himself off and clambers in to the drivers seat awkwardly.
Mr Whuffles engine springs to life and he tootles along happily with a gaelic flair. Jean-Pierre is a little perplexed when 6 small birds fly down to hover above the car.
"Sacré bleu, how do I juggle that iz flying?" An ominous voice replies "Find a way".
The Frenchman clambers out of the car to frantically start hammering some wood he had placed on Mr Whuffles roof into 6 bird boxes. Reaching in through the drivers window occasionally to adjust the steering, he starts to juggle the bird boxes in the air.
Happily the little birds enter their new homes and tweet along as they go up and down.
Snookums follows with Wat driving when one by one 5 Martian Goblins drop from above. Wat shouts out to each as they approach, leaning out of the drivers window "Say my name!".
The first four call out "Wat!" and he teleports behind them to guide them safely to Snookums where he juggles them.
The fifth replies with "eh?" much to Wat's frustration. He shouts again, though this time in a strained voice as he struggles with the juggling, "Say my name!".
The remaining Goblin manages a "Dave?" before splatting into the ground below. His arms aching, Wat drops the remaining Goblins by their fallen comrade where they proceed to slurp up his remains.
Jean-Pierre
Thinking outside the box to cage the birds first before juggling them, but a slightly underwhelming performance ruined a perfect score.
(Score: 4)
Wat
Undone by Martian Goblins, a species universally known for being incredibly dull creatures. A valiant attempt which sadly failed. Extra points for comedic timing with a joy buzzer.
(Score: 3)
matterbandit
Registered: Oct 2014
From Canada
Posted 3 hours ago
Sitting inside of Snuggles the Circus Tent, surrounded by a cheering crowd, Cornelius was enjoying himself immensely! Such fun to watch all those wannabe clowns perform the first challenge! They were driving about in comical miniature cars while juggling impossible objects. He was witnessing a different kind of torment, the likes of which he had never seen during his long career as soul-tormentor in Hell. With a pen and notepad in hoof, Cornelius was jotting down some valuable notes.
The first clown participant was a real shocker, one Cornelius would remember for all eternity. He could not believe his eyes. It was God! His ex-employer's nemesis! All of his work colleagues, including himself, thought that their boss had made Him up. Yet, there He was, right before his red demon eyes, juggling six squeeky Octopoda babies while driving a shrunken car before the cheering crowd.
Some of the wannabe clowns that followed provided a delightful display of suffering that Cornelius documented onto his notepad, inspiring ideas to share with his fellow Agony Ambassadors in Hell. His personal favourites: flattening a soul with two elephants dropped from the sky and pulping a soul to a mashed potato mush. He also scribbled the word "tabasco" onto his notepad. Should he decide to revisit his homeland one day, he'll attempt to smuggle in a couple of bottles of this liquid fire.
The first clown participant was a real shocker, one Cornelius would remember for all eternity. He could not believe his eyes. It was God! His ex-employer's nemesis! All of his work colleagues, including himself, thought that their boss had made Him up. Yet, there He was, right before his red demon eyes, juggling six squeeky Octopoda babies while driving a shrunken car before the cheering crowd.
Some of the wannabe clowns that followed provided a delightful display of suffering that Cornelius documented onto his notepad, inspiring ideas to share with his fellow Agony Ambassadors in Hell. His personal favourites: flattening a soul with two elephants dropped from the sky and pulping a soul to a mashed potato mush. He also scribbled the word "tabasco" onto his notepad. Should he decide to revisit his homeland one day, he'll attempt to smuggle in a couple of bottles of this liquid fire.
Post edited 3 hours ago by matterbandit