K is for Komedy

'K is for Komǝdy'
Abbreviation:	K or ʞ
Group Numbers:	There were 3 once, but Manbagz killed one of them for wearing a fake white beard and thereby breaking dress code.
Leadership:	Manbagz[1]
Goals:	Murder. Demolition. The smoking of fine Havana cigars.
Recruitment Policy:	You need a clown mask. Guns, knives, fuel cans, flares, lengths of lead piping and baseballs bats are the weapons of choice. After that tendencies towards anarchy (the bad kind, not mutualism or anything politically effective) and not being squeamish when it comes to killing random people (mostly clones, but also robots, and talking animals that hang about the zoo) for absolutely no discernible reason are Komedian pre-requisites. Grudge matches are always fun, as are duels and competitive killfests with other PKers. Sometimes we also like to de-barricade places and run amok firing weapons randomly in malls. A radio whining before it dies is music to our ears, unless we're running one of our random kill lotteries in which case we usually hijack the local police frequency to broadcast updates on the state of play... Anyway, that's it. We do bad stuff to sheep and clones. There's no punchline.
Contact:	Manbagz[2], or drop into The Havill Motel, East Boundwood and ask about.

K is for komǝdy
It's pantomime season. Now and forever.

The ʞomedians currently work as a special black op.s unit for the group Aesthetic Judgment. Deeply sympathetic to the massacre of the faceless cause, they are more pro-active and violent than your standard Descript, mercilessly hunting anyone who defames, insults or injures any of the nice clone-killing people drinking coffee and discussing philosophy in The Havill Motel, East Boundwood. Don't ever say we don't do good work for charity.