As you walk down the barren grey landscape of Nevada, the red sky glowing ominously above you, hammering in how much of a hellhole Nevada is, your thoughts are interrupted by a stop sign erupting in front of you. After the stop sign comes a hand, then a green clown with a Metal Slab for a mask on his face. SU-rpRIsE! He laughs insanely, pulling his stop sign from the ground as his slab's eye holes glow red. -Oo-OO! Y-oU Look fuN T-O K-i-Ll!