I was born in the laboratory of the "Smile Depression Compulsory Treatment Center", number zero.
The madness that can devour others is transformed into one's own power, at the cost of being one step closer to complete loss of control every time it is devoured.
The outside world is a fairy tale theme park, the inner world is a cyber mental hospital, and AI gods control everything in the cloud.
I ate people infected with the clown virus and gained the cursed ability of "lies come true" - as long as they lie, the other person will turn into a funny clown.
Use bloody strawberry cake to poison the park's dignitaries, and stuff the enemy's consciousness into the merry-go-round for eternal reincarnation.
When the eighth protoss was devoured, the void whisper in the laboratory was finally revealed:
"We create madness just because we are afraid that when humans wake up, they will find that we are the imprisoned prey."
