Donald Doubtworthy

I, of course am very new to this whole thing, social media is not my strong suit, but I thought, Oh for the heck of it! Why not?

And with the stresses of my life, it couldn't hurt to have some fun!

So please, ask me anything, I'm using it to fuel my ego!

(Im also using it to understand what this generation thinks like. (You people are hard to market to.))

I'm gonna be honest, I didn't do a whole lot this year!! For starters, I started posting on Tumblr, and well, life has continued like normal otherwise.

Also, Tristan (yes, him) got me out tonight to watch the fireworks with everyone else. While I would USUALLY turn him down, I felt, a bit obligated to go with this time.

Look, all I'm saying is last year, I sat at my desk the moment the clock struck 2024, and I didn't feel too good about it.

This year, of course, I'm writing this on the grass of Natuju lookout in the Garden district, watching the fireworks light up the sky, with blinking city lights and displays twinkling in the distance. There's laughing people, booming music, flashing lights. All for free as well!

It's pretty nice, actually, but not because Tristan brought in his band of hillbillies to make droning noise while we wait in the dark, but because I'm here with Clive, and Avalon, and Eve, and Sirius, and Lizz, and Ed for some reason, and I think I also saw Hector Damon somewhere.

Boy, Loomians sure know how to dance and shout and make a racket for the neighbours, but being included is quelling the whining from me for a moment.

Y'know, maybe you all could come join us!

Errmmmm, maybe not actually. You guys would tower over our space elevators.

Maybe, I'll hand the phone to some other people, hold on.

Hey.

What's going on?

Don told me to write something.

Something.

Hey!!!! How is it going?!?! Happy New Year you LEHENDS!!!

LEFENDS

LWGENSS

LEGENDS

Fuck Don needs to get auto-correct on this phone, he acts like he's 400 even though he's only 30. Ugh. He's so bad with technology. I could fix it, but I won't. I'm a bit too good for that.

Um, hey! Happy New Year! I'm having a wonderful time out here, wish some of you could be here!

What's groovin freaks?! You guys gonna party till' you can't anymore??!!! Happy New Year!!!

Oh, I have the phone! Hey, I have a joke!

What do you call a party-ready lizard?

A HAPPY NEWT YEAR PARTIER.

Sorry, Avalon again. She hasn't stopped laughing. It's been 5 minutes. She's the best.

What? What's this. What's it doing. There's words coming up.

It's recording your voice.

Why?

Because you pressed the button.

Well, make it stop.

You have to press that one.

Which one.

Alright, alright, I'm not stupid!

Oka im tyoing niw i dont kow it fit sworksong you should go to tibself town monxv cinena. is it still roecording whstss goig o

Ugh. Clive just suggested I pass the phone to... Ugh. Hector Damon.

Fine.

Just this once.

Oh. Wait, really? Shit.

Uh, hey.

Happy N

Anyway, it's nice out here, see you all around!

Happy New Year!!!

-Donald Daniel Doubtworthy

Oh well, it seems as if everyone followed in my mentality.

Poor jester, putting himself out there for these people, telling crummy jokes and expecting a chuckle out of the crowd... Not even a mere chuckle, just silence.

After a bit of seeing this poor guy absolutely ruin his reputation on day one, he finally gets a break, and he sits outside, alone... Hand over his eye, something like this except imagine it NOT in MsPaint?

Did you really have hope in a Russian Theater's fool? His whole life is a joke, now more people in the imagisphere get to look at this guy and either laugh at him like a lolcow or shame him for his patheticness.

Gah, oh well, I suppose I put too much faith in the lad.

sorry, ahem. anyways... it seems like this is the end of a journey for our little jester friend (or, perhaps not?), who's being taken to the world fair for his own benefit... maybe he'll learn how to actually communicate with people.

Let's see how he's doing as a jokesman...

...How much do you bet he'll get fired in about a week or two?

Hrmm, I bet 200 Dollars they'll get fired!

Nothing less, it seems the deal was set... Whatever the "deal" was, anyways. I mean, it was really just Don Doubtworthy offering a clown a new job at the World's Fair. Perhaps there's a sickening twist this man's got in his sleeves to earn some profit, or perhaps this is a genuinely good ending...

But I've never met a good salesman in my life. Nothing less, the Black Pierrot was overwhelmed, as if acting so fast wasn't the first sign of this. Tears welled up in his eyes as he bared a strained facial expression one could only comprehend as a forced smile. Oh, he was happy, he just has problems expressing his emotions. "GOOD SIR DOOBLE-SALES, I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU TO BRING ME TO A LAND OF PEACE..."

*Don looks puzzled, probably not expecting the magnitude of the response.*

Well!, I'm glad to see you're enthusiastic for my suggestion!, (and I must admit the lamb Chops do seem quite silly.)

Say, we could get you in a role as a jokesman in the park, and perhaps you could turn those mildly upset frowns upside down!

So, what do ya think about my offer?! Do we have a deal? Or, do you want to think things over, have a step outside and get some oxygen in your brain? I'll be here all day!, sitting on my bed and using social media because I have nothing better to do.

What? You don't know what the threshold is? Come on! It's not that niche. Right?!

Ugh, who am I kidding, I don't even remember what it does.

man, looks like this "Russian Theater" clown isn't gonna go back to the theater.

You've got plenty of options, what the fuck are you gonna do!

Yikes, a feisty one they are, I'm sure there's a bar they can tend somewhere...

But, What do I know!? I'm just Don Doubtworthy after all!

GAH- Uh, I see..

Welp! It was a good try!

A bid you farewell my Antomophobic or whatever you just said, Friend!

I suppose I don't need to get my information from the source.

Now I need to Google 'What is a fursona'.

WUH, um, I'm not quite sure how to feel..

I've never actually seen a 'furry' in the stitches and wool!

Say,.. while you're here, do suppose you could key me into the meaning of a 'fursona'?

My friends keep saying I have one, but I can't confirm since I don't know what it is!

a strange fucking clown appears in your inbox

Ah! Well, I see, there is, in fact, a clown in my inbox.

Huh. I wonder how it got here.

Was it you Tumblr user? Did you steal one of the fools from the Russian Theater and bring them here?!

- The Collector

Oh, yes. We do remember you. I do not remember a substantial loss in November of 08', but we've heard the stories, and to a salesmen, they could induce nightmares..

Haha! It appears I am burning!

why most fashionable very high quality clothing products be worth sp much money nowadays?! seriously $30 for a GRAPHIC T-SHIRT ?! *frustrated sigh* i think YOU are the one to blame mr egoist capitalist man! *starts crying because of how emotional i am from being homeless*

I assure you dear pessimist, if I wanted to raise the prices up tenfold, I could. But you must understand that, products are expensive to produce!