Two monsters enter the ring. Bloodied and bruised from previous battles but determined to be the last standing. Who will be crowned the ultimate monster? Will it be Man or Clown. Your votes decide and the winner is crowned Sunday!
We’ve built weapons capable of leveling entire cities. We have taken the deadliest poisons and diseases Mother Nature could create over billions of years of evolution and turned them into weapons of war. We have perfected the art of killing all things—man, beast, or plant. Here, mankind’s greatest challenge is: A clown with bad teeth?
We came from the muck of primordial seas. When the dinosaurs were wiped out, we took the world they merely inhabited and subjugated it. We moved from the trees to the caves, from the caves to the cities we built as sprawling temples to our own ingenuity, and soon we’ll conquer the stars.
But, what do we know about this enemy? Pennywise is no mere clown like those that cheer or terrify children at circuses. What we know about Pennywise is this: The weakest of our species are our children, who even by Animal Kingdom standards are weak and easily devoured. In the end, when Pennywise was first defeated and sent spinning back into whatever screaming chaos he came from, it was children who did it. He returned, but those same children had grown into their beasthood: the adult form of the deadliest species.” Defended by Brandon R. Luffman, author of Out After Dark and Best Served Hot
Man is many things. Petty. Selfish. Cruel. Self-destructive. But a monster? Man is not. Man is capable of wonderful, gushy-mushy things. They love. They care. They sacrifice for the greater good. Man will bake you chocolate chip cookies and tuck you in at night with kisses. Man will take your hand to give you support. Pennywise will take your hand — literally. It will rip your arm off and disappear into the depths of the sewers, until the next innocent child comes along.
Stephen King has ruined clowns — and storm drains — for a generation. Who can look at a white face and a red nose without imagining a mouthful of fangs? “George saw the clown’s face change. What he saw then was terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the cellar look like sweet dreams; what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke,” King wrote.
It has no name. It preys on Man’s weakness: fear. It manipulates Man to do evil. Man is but its pawn. It is what, Man will thankfully never be: a true monster. Defended by Wynne Channing, author of What Kills Me