So if some people have beaten the clowns then they've destroyed fun? Thus by winning you have had no fun. Unless you had fun while destroying fun. In which case fun only exists to you in the moments before you succumb to the slow realization that you have won.
You've done it, you've beaten the system, you are awesome... but what now? All you have strived for and for what? Building a donut stand in hell? You live to overcome the challenge but you have mastered the greatest one what will you do? Slowly falling into depression as no oppurtunities shine their light on your world, you one day throw yourself into the very glowing pits you have conquered.
You have already conquered hell, upon arriving in hell upon your death, dwarf satan bows to you and offers the greatest adamantite sword ever made. You take his sword, (and a golden fiddle), and kill satan, for you no longer care... no... you have found your next great challenge. Using the hell-cannon in your fort you rally the armies of the damned, and shoot yourself into heaven.
The pearly gates shine before you as you tear them down, piece by piece. Angel blood covers you as you approach god's final stronghold. Nothing can stand in your way, this is your greatest challenge, your greatest moment, your final crusade, you will not fail at this crucial moment. And from the gate you hear "Stop!" and all grows silent. God stands before you, "We must end this madness once and for all," he says, "You! Urist! It's time to settle this for all eternity!"
[God] has challenged you to a fiddle contest, accept? Y/N