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Realist chased after the clown.
The clown possesses a special ability.
You must play a game with him if you step on any of the clown cards. If you win, you will be brought back to this world; if you lose, you will face a creature from the dark world that will not leave you alone until you kill it or it kills you, with the exception of the final game.
There is a specific game for each card.
Placing your foot on the card
From 2 to 10 -> Coin guessing game.
Stepping on the "J" in a cursing game requires you to curse at one another.
Stepping on the "Q" signifies that you are obligated to offer the optimal pickup line.
Stepping on the "k" square initiates a rapid chess game.
Stepping on the letter "A" signifies a game of blackjack.
When you step on Joker, you're playing Russian roulette.
When a player steps on the card, he or she will sleep for 0.000001 seconds, which could be one minute, an hour, a day, a year, or even forever if the games continue indefinitely. If he doesn't complete the game, a man can be stuck there forever.
One must play both games in order to break out of their eternal slumber if they step on two cards at the same time.
Realist looking for the clown. Summoned from thin air, the clown flings all 52 playing cards in his direction.
Upon first glance, he mistook them for blades; however, upon realizing they were cards, he promptly stepped on card 6, oblivious to the potential consequences.
Realist transported to another dimension—or at least he believed he was—when in reality he stood there for 0.000001 seconds without awareness.
The realist exclaimed in shock, "What the f**king stinky curry eating place is this?"
"Which hand is concealing the coin?" the clown asked.
"In your asshole, you f**king Indian," realist said.
"The clown yelled out, 'Wrong answer, hehehehehe!'"
The corpse of Mr. Grady, the imposter father figure for Misa, attacks the realist characters.
Using an axe, Mr. Grady cut the Realist's shoulder.
Stunned, the realist gazed at Mr. Grady.
Taking the axe from his shoulder, the realist proclaimed, "I f**ked you up, didn't I?" on one hand.
When the realist kicked Mr. Grady, he broke into pieces much like a Lego toy would when it hits the floor.
The realist returns to the real world, which means he awakens from his sleep.
"What the F**k was that?" the realist whispered, bewildered.
"It was foolish, hehehe. Please, Mr. Fantasy, the clown making fun of the realist, tell me how dimwitted you are.
"What? Who the F**k is Mr. Fantasy, you f**king two-dollar Pennywise? The realist made the statement in response to the clown's mocking.
Once again, the realist stepped on a card—this time it was 'Q'.
You can choose your pick-up line, and someone higher up will decide which one is better.
Here is your chance. My dear Realist,
"Hold on! What?? Okay, I'll give it a shot. I can give you glowing stars if you're interested, but the truth is I can't because the Earth will melt when those stars get too near, as the realist would say.
Next up, the clown.
"They say the moon is beautiful because it is far away, but you are standing next to me still looking beautiful, my love," the clown said romantically, wearing a full rizz position and closing his eyes.
Congratulations to the clown!
Hurkul swats the realist with his enormous baseball bat, sending him flying ten meters away. When hit, realists can't even breathe normally. Because he was asleep, his ribs weren't regenerating; that was just his imagination.
I must respond to his assault. After I duck and weave, he'll be slow to strike again. "Realist" uttered with a panting, agonized sound.
Realist evades Hurkul's upcoming bat attack by simply jumping over it. Along with a sideways kick to his knees, Hurkul dropped to his knees and bowed his head. Pick up a stone and slam it down on Hurkul's head; the realist then watches as he sways and drops his bat.
Grasping his bat, Realist proceeds to stomp on Hurkul's skull.
Upon waking up, Realist immediately chases after the clown, stepping on the "J" card to initiate a game of profanity.
You piece of shit, you retarded p*ssy motherf**ker, swallow these b*lls. I f**ked you up. I f**ked your mother, you stupid motherf**ker, said the clown to the realist.
Buzzer***************
The reason Buzzer hit and the clown turned is that he used one curse two time.
Time for you, realist.
Quietly, the realist gazes upon the clown.
"If you don't say anything, the game will last forever, hehehehee." the clown said.
"I will kill you, I will kill you," the realist proclaimed, his crimson eyes fixated on the clown's spirit.
Buzzer************
Repetition of curse.
The clown emerged victorious.
"I will kill you, I will kill you," the realist's clone said.
The realist was taken aback upon seeing his clone and asked, "What is this?"
"You know what the reality is? The reality is that I am not your clone; I am you," said the clone of the realist who said, "I am not the clone of the realist," but in fact he is the clone of the realist, said.
"Realist is not a name; it's a quality of a human. You are not a realist," the realist said. "Who is the real realist?"
The realist holds his head in his hands and applies so much force that the head of the clone realist, more like the clown realist.
The realist's head is crushed into pieces.
"Realist" was sick and tired of his games.
Your motherf**ker games have worn me down to the point where I simply want to f**k you.
"All right, how about we play one final game? It's 50/50 in God's hands, hehe. "God will determine who survives and who does not," the clown said.
Realist replied ,"The Russian roulette—the game in which one bullet is put into a revolver and each person will pull the trigger on his head. The one who dies loses. What do you think, chat? Should I accept his offer"
"Take this joker card; you and I will be transferred to a new dimension where we will play our last game, or one of us will play his last game on this earth." said by the clown in full confidence.
The realist takes the joker card, and the game begins.....
The clown will take the first shot because he offered the game, so the clown picks the gun, smiles, points it at the realist, and pulls the trigger eight times, but nothing happens.
"You see. You are thinking that I am controlling all these games, but in fact I am not, or, you may say, the reality is I am not, hehehehe," the clown said.
Smiles spreading across his face, the clown slid the gun onto his head and pulled the trigger.
This, however, was not his final grin; he managed to stay alive.
"Now it's your turn, Mr. Realist," he says, sliding the revolver over to him.
The realist takes up the gun mindlessly and pulls the trigger on his head, and he manages to survive. Then he passed the pistol to the clown.
The clown picked up the gun and proclaimed, "Brave, brave, brave hehehe I love that now it's my turn."
He manages to escape once more after pulling the trigger.
The clown mockingly said, "I think I am the chosen one here, Mr. Realist hehehe."
Just like before, the realist takes aim, points the gun at his head, and fires without hesitation; again, he comes out on top.
"You know why I am not hesitating while pulling the trigger? Because the novel's name is The Realist," the realist exclaimed.
What? Purportedly spoken by the clown while bewildered
"Remember, kid, it's your turn. Don't you?" the realist said.
Like the realist, the clown swiftly takes up the gun, points it at his own head, and pulls the trigger, but nothing happens.
What are you going to do, hehehehehehehehehehehe? "Hehehehehe, you're going to kill yourself with your own hands," the clown announced.
Reaching for the gun, the realist points it at the clown and pulls the trigger.
Nothing happens.
The second time he pulled the trigger, nothing happened.
He tried pulling it multiple times, but it had no effect.
"Hey, look at what I told you! You can't cheat. How about we just end this right now?" the clown joked, laughing.
Angry realists start yelling…
Realist breaking and shouting, It can't be happening. I mean, I am the protagonist of this novel. How can I die? You can't kill me. ,You can't do that to me, I am the hero because I am the good guy here, You can't kill me like that"
A man named Magician appears and takes the revolver from the realist's hands and shoots the clown in the forehead.....
Realist yells in excitement,"HAHA....I knew it hahahahaha I knew that hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"