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The Sims - Tragic Clown Playermodel

To My Beloved, My Darling, My Dearest Matilda;

My obsession continues. The benighted monster cannot yet be slain. He stalks in the night and he still attempts to create balloon-animal aberrations as if some kind of mad alchemist crafting haemonculi. I wish he would leave us be. But no, he must be slain. I must pursue him.

This terror has squatted my hard drive for 4 years(!!! that's older than most of you reading this!!!) and now his abyssal maw yawns agape so he may flutter forward and take charge of the internet yet again.

Two playermodels.

- Sunny, the Tragic Clown

Sunny has three skins: Classic, Bozo (by Greg of Oddsim.com, he's a good bean), and a nightmarish AI upscale made back when that sort of thing was novel and cool and wasn't so commonplace that every degenerate could churn out 4k images of John Belushi eating jet planes with Shrek while flying on a lilac stargate or something.

- OMG THE CLOWN JANITOR WHITTY WASHOUT AAAAA!!!

Nobody gave a ♥♥♥♥ about the Clown Janitor when I released it so I include it here out of sheer spite. If you're unhappy with his presence then I hope something life-altering occurs to you.

- 7 props from The Sims: Bustin' Out that are associated with the clown. And a knife. Just in case.

The rigging is terrible. I will not be fixing it. I will not be supporting this model. Devour, purloin, redistribute, destroy at your leisure. Do not insert in mouth or nose. Guarantee void in Tennessee.

Why did this take me 4 years to release? Simple: I don't use GMod that much. I'm sure by the time you read this letter or it has been pulled from my blood-smothered hands by Bolshevists who have gunned me down after a bracing chase through the soaking tunnels of rainslick Gihstat, there shall be a thousand warrior's cries below; "Release Blongy from my shows!" "I demand Sprungus from the loveable game Grunglo!" or perhaps even "Nude version WHEN?" or even "SWEP???". But nay. No. I cannot. I must not. I must turn my head, lest I go mad.

Alas. 4 years was not enough. Time has worn away the bones and I wither and age. Before long we will be on our backs, limbs curled up toward the sun as dead insects, and the earth won't give a ♥♥♥♥ because it's dying too.

Have fun! XOXOXOX

P.S.
HASTUR HASTUR HAST-