DURATION: 60 MINUTES // PLAYERS: 3-10
Pain Park
Strobe lights, deafening music and lots of fun. You won't find any of this at the out of town amusement park. The caravans arrived one unfortunately torrential summer of many years ago and could no longer leave: settling on those muddy grounds was not a good choice. The carouselers abandoned their attractions and sought their fortune elsewhere. All but one. Where could a clown ever go? What place to call home that wasn't the roller coaster ticket office, the Ferris wheel booth, or the candy floss stall? Only the clown, today, lives in the amusement park; he hides in the reflections of the mirror room, jokes with the puppets of the haunted house or dangles in the dusty avenues waiting for his audience. Surrounded by all those disused rides, there is laughter to die for. Poor madman, he will feel alone. Call your friends and find out if they are looking for company. But don't expect pungiball and mouths of truth: the clown wants to play with you.