Hobo_Clown ran through the short clearing and down a small cliff leading into a grassy area. He saw a flowing river before him as he caught his breath. He could still hear the police dogs behind him they must have caught his scent. So Clown continued jumping on the rocks and over the river. He used his clown acrobatics to get up a side of a mountain as he looked around seeing he was on some cobblestone road. He knew he had to head west since that lead him to a gas station. His orange jumpsuit was covered in blood from himself and a cop he had to use his shank on. He gave him a warning, truly the cop was to be blamed not him at that point. 

Clown continued west for about five miles as he finally saw a gas station. It was still in the middle of the night so all the light was coming from a neon sign.  He walks in barely being able to stand up from the walking. He decides to run to the milk section throwing open the sliding door and chugs the half gallon of milk. The store owner walks over saying “Sir you have to pay for that!” The clerk realizes he is wearing a orange prison uniform begins to panic and runs behind his counter. He remerges down his isle with a shotgun pointing right at Clown’s head. “Now listen here, mister. You get out of my damn store before I put on in you.” Clown asks “What year is it?” The clerk responds “What?” Clown repeats “What year is it?” The clerk says “1940 why?” Clown lets out his signature sadistic laugh as he says “Been there for ten years. Wow, time flies when you are having fun. I will leave but let me finish my milk first.” Clown continues chugging the gallon of milk. When he finishes he throws the milk in the man’s face as the shotgun fires missing him and exploding some food behind him. Clown runs away as the clerk fires again and misses. Clown makes sure to run back into the forest as he goes to the designated spot.

See Clown might be an uneducated piece of shit murderer, but he had street smarts. He paid off someone to wait for him with a car a few miles away from the prison. Clown knew from the gas station he had a mile more to walk if he goes East. Clown begins his hike and ends up seeing a beat down old red pickup truck. He jumps in the back and the truck leaves. He drops his sadistic laugh as he bangs on the side of the truck with his hand. The truck ends up driving him to a farm, where he is given some fresh clothes and a couple of hundred dollars. Clown thanks the man as he jabs him in the chest with his shive saying “I really liked you but I can’t have any witnesses. I apologize really.” His now dead ex friend falls to the ground of the house as Clown clears the house of valuables. He then packs the pickup truck with as much it can carry and begins driving away. By the time he hits the road once again, it’s 7 am. The sun is just coming out as he breathes in the fresh air of the new day. Clown takes out a list and reads from it.

(The list says)

Kill List:

The Conjoined Twins

The Chameleon

The Firebreather

The Midget

The Very Hairy Man (Possibly Sasquatch) 

The Ventriloquist 

The Scaled Man

The Fat Man

Hobo_Clown smiles as he puts his list away and begins to sing a tune in his head to pass the time. He knows he has much left to do today. 

Jub had his rotund ass firmly planted in an XXL camping chair, listening to the tale that Hobo_Clown was telling, occasionally sipping on a sugary soda-filled fastfood drinking cup making obnoxious slurping sounds (much to the dismay of the speech's audience). He had decided to take it easy for a bit after being forcefully ejected from KennyRusso's bar by roundhouse-kick.

When he heard the last name on the ominous "Kill List" Jub nearly choked on his drink, falling out of his chair from the shock, leaving a crack in the pavement.

Jub quickly raised his collar and popped on the emergency disguise he was given by worm for such occasions. He then swiftly picked up his camping chair and quietly snuck away from the orating clown, hoping not to be recognised.

Clown pulled the dirty old red pickup truck to the side of the road and to a motel. He parked it in the last open spot in the parking lot. He got out, making sure to cover his revolver under his shirt. He walked in as if he was a normal everyday customer, with nothing to see here attitude. Clown was cleaned up so he had no visible blood marks. He spoke to the woman and got a room for the night. He left, grabbing a snack on his way to the room. As he entered the room, he closed the door behind him and turned on the lamp. It was cozy enough for a motel room, nothing to get worked up about. Clown drifted off to sleep fantasizing about the brutal kills he was about to commit.

Clown got up two hours later, with a giant smile on his face as he left on his truck. He made sure to say hello to the maid who was making her rounds. He left the parking lot and made his way down the road once again. He looked at his list briefly and decided to go after the Conjoined Twins first. He knew they had a remote cabin a few miles off the main road and started to head in that direction. After getting lost for a few minutes, he found it. The cabin had smoke coming out of it and he saw the Conjoined Twins cutting up some wood in the back. He sneaked his way around and watched for a moment. Clown was debating whether to either use his gun, a rock, or whatever instrument he wanted. He decided to use his gun as he pressed it to the Conjoined Twin's back. "Nighty night time." BANG BANG two rounds to both heads, it was quick and easy. The twins were really just bystanders in getting him arrested, so he was saving the more satisfying kills for later.  

Clown walked into the cabin, and made himself a cup of mud. He sat on their comfy couch and put his feet up enjoying himself. Might as well use the now vacant home to his advantage. But eventually, Clown left. Before he started the truck once again he crossed the Conjoined Twins off the list and laughed.