Talk:Custom Stories/@comment-71.183.212.3-20170114160949

Jester

Once upon a time, there was a family. They lived together, loved each other, and did normal family things. They weren't the richest, but they weren't the poorest, and they had a nice home with nice rooms for everyone in the family.

Once upon a time, there was a killer.

One day, their stories met. The parents were stabbed, and one little boy survived. He let the people take him away, and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. Then, he had a new family.

They were nice to him, and he could tell they loved him. They weren't the richest, but they weren't the poorest, and they lived in a nice little house.

Once upon a time, there was a killer.

The boy never had a family again.

Many years later, the boy is now a man. The man is starving, not for food, but for something else, something he couldn't place his finger on for many years, but now has managed to identify. He wants love, he wants a family, and the only way he can think of getting these things is to join his family he had all those years ago. But, he doesn't want to die silently, dragged into the shadows by Death like many others. He wants to laugh in the face of God one last time, to curse the world for all the horrors that inhabit it, before strangling and joining his loved ones.

And what better place to do it than in Salem, where there are always killers everywhere?