The scowl that permeates my face seems to unsettle the group of women next to me in the shop. They tighten their group and whisper hurriedly among each other before scampering off.
'That's right. Run away. I'm just tired of being laughed at. This darker look seems to stop people from laughing so-'
I'm interrupted by overwhelming laughter from right behind me.
"Someone is quite the stud, now aren't they?" Their voice is annoyingly high-pitched.
My face darkens when I feel power enter my body. That means they were laughing at me. I got put in this stupid world where your stupid powers are fueled by people laughing at you or because of you. I turn back with my icy glare and look at the clown behind me. Literally, it was a clown who was laughing at me.
"Woah, buddy." He kept laughing. "You are looking really feisty there. Maybe you are a little sore about the women running away."
The more he laughs, the more power builds up inside of me. It's almost like he is doing it on purpose. Those who laugh easily in this world are weak, but this clown is laughing too easily. His laughing is incessant. I turn back around and keep walking. I turn around the first corner I can, but his laughter follows me. I pick up my pace and start running. The laughter won't leave me alone, no matter how fast I run. Finally, I turn around. The clown is right behind me.
'I don't know what this joker's problem is, but I'm going to end his fun right here.'
This world has a weird power system where any laughter that is directed at you or caused by you is converted into power for you to use. The catch is that the power can only be used on things that you think are funny. Jokes on them. I have a twisted sense of humor.
I put as much power as I can behind my fist and plant it firmly in the laughing clown's gut. The laughing abruptly stops, and some of the power that has built up inside me disappears. Something really funny happens as a result. His nose snaps, going crooked, and his eyes get replaced with fried eggs. I let out a chuckle at the now ridiculous-looking clown... which, of course, gives him power in turn.
I don't know what the clown was expecting, but it clearly wasn't a fight. His laughs turn to crying whimpers, and he uses what laughing power he has built up to sprout helicopter blades from his head and fly away. He bangs into a few buildings during his grand exit, but is out of my sight soon enough.
So, what is this stupid world, and how did I get here?
I don't want to talk about it. Though I feel compelled to by some greater power. Some keyboard wielding greater power.
I've been here for about a month. In that time I have learned these things. The name of this place is almost as stupid as the place itself: Gerblegerg. The people here are all stupid. They laugh way too much, although not as much as that stupid clown that I just encountered. There is some sort of power system that is fueled by laughter. I don't know what regulates this system, or why it works the way it works. All I know is that the most powerful people in this world are jesters. Like, wipe out a battlefield in seconds, kind of powerful. Though, jester is a rank and not a job in this world. There is only one continent on this planet, and it is split up into five major kingdoms. Of course, even the names of the kingdoms are complete jokes. I'm in the Herbyderby kingdom. Then, there is the Jiggles kingdom, Poofy kingdom, Fruity-tooty kingdom, and Jim kingdom. Yes. One of the kingdoms is named Jim. Maybe that will help you start to understand the absolute hell that this place is.
That being said, I've heard that there is one jester in each kingdom. That makes five jesters in total. Another ridiculous thing about this world, is that they don't have a military... rather, they don't call it the military. They call it the circus. The jesters are the highest ranking members of the circus, and the ranks descend, going overseer, ringmaster, lion tamer, performer, clown. Now, there is a distinction between the rank of clown and an actual clown like the one who was following me. He was just a nobody. Now, that is everything I know about the world. Now, how I got here.
My name is Sebastion, and I used to live on earth. I worked at this super cool place called McDonalds. This super cool place called McDonalds. McDonalds. Why am I not allowed to lie about where I worked? Well, I worked fast food and lived an annoying life. No need to go into detail if I can't lie about it.
I was summoned here by the jester of the Herbyderby kingdom. And, yes. He used his powers to summon me here, meaning that he thought summoning me was funny. Now, if that doesn't get the blood roaring in your ears, then I don't know what will. He is getting old, and he wanted to usher in a replacement for him. Upon my entry into this world, I was immediately conscripted into the circus. Right off the bat, I was given the rank of lion tamer, due to innate ability. However, the power system in this world is so stupid that I am still trying to figure out how to use the dang thing.
The jester has been giving me lessons, but those are far more frustrating than they are instructive. There is so much laughing and buffoonery going on that I'm seeing red before the end of each training session. I just got done with a training session not long ago, which is why I am taking a stroll through the city. I have to after every session or I would go crazy.
So, here I am. In the capital of the Herbyderby kingdom, Clownernia, walking through the streets filled with clowns. Well, the streets are normally filled with clowns, but I thought it would be really funny to grow giant horns out of my head and set my whole body on fire with my remaining power. I walk down the street in my mutated form laughing maniacally and funny enough, the streets are empty. And I also think it would be funny to use up the rest of my power to make the keyboard wielding deity end this chapter mid se