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The jester had a traumatic life. First his parents had died during the war, an then he was forced to fight in it. He had been on the tip of sanity from the start. The blood pouring everywhere was horrible, the red is still visible every time his eyes. After the first lynch he had snapped. After going insane the town took away any dangerous objects from his cottage. He only had one way to get killed, get lynched. A witch had one day controlled the janitor to clean the God father, so when there was no signs of other being a godfather the Jester took his chance, yelling. "I'm the god father!". He said pretending to surrender. Therefore he was lynched. Everyone gasped, as they knew what they had done wrong. The Jester hadn't realized that wasn't the end, He decided to have a little more fun as the first guilty vote committed suicide. (credit to pearlblushing)

A scarring past is how the Jester became to be, born in the town of Salem. Once the Jester became an adult, the Jester was sent away from being conscripted as a soldier to fight in a bloody war. After years in the battlefield, the sight of his fellow soldiers dying, and along with the war experience had left him paranoid. The Jester's paranoia never went away and remained with him for years after when he was sent back to his hometown, Salem. Everyday, the Jester experienced his traumatic memories of the battlefield, and twisted envisions that everyone in town is out to kill him. The memories of the traumatic experience and the fear that comes with it, makes it hard for the Jester to bear to live, and would rather accept to be killed and be liberated from himself, than to live with his paranoia, making him become a target wanting to be lynched. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Tealer)

She'd been born with a curse. At every waking hour demons whispered in her ears, telling her to do things, terrible things. In the beginning she was strong, she resisted their words. But then one day a town member turned up dead. The next day another one. The members of the town kept dying, always at night, always when she was sleeping. Ready to controlled by any demon who wished to do harm. She tried staying awake, but ultimately she always fell asleep, and the next day a new body were always found. One day, the town charged a man with the murder of her victims. Silently she stood by as they lynched him. He turned out to be innocent, of course. The guilt drove her mad - not only was she a murderer, she was turning the members of the town against each other! The next day she confessed her crime to everyone who would listen. Immediately they brought her to the town square and executed her. 'The town is safe', were her final words. But next day another town member died. Again the town had executed an innocent person. One man, who'd driven for the execution of the cursed one the most, ended his life out of guilt. He were the only town member she'd caused the death of. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Norling)

Crouched by his bedside, the maniac rocks back and forth. Wild, uncut hair and vicious self inflicted cuts covered his face. Every subtle noise of the mysterious dawn jolted the lunatic, his pupils dilated as he held is breath shakily searching the room for anything that could destroy his master plan. As the sun rose over Salem, no words came from the house apart from quiet hi-pitched laughter and disturbing cries. The door creaked open and out walked the pale, twitching psychopath. He scanned his surroundings. No one suspects a thing. Suspiciously he chuckled into his palms, peering through his fingers. Among the high pitched noises one phrase could be heard. "Lynch me....Lynch Lynch Lynch me hehehehe". Suddenly someone whispered into his ear, all noises and breathing halted as sweat dripped down his restless face. "You take the blame". The malevolent figure walked away. It was the Godfather; an offer to work with the Jester was now in place. Smiling, he looked down at the floor in a trance. "Lynch time....Lynch time". (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to MattayDank)

Before the miracles of modern medicine, mentally ill people lived among the population, but were shunned by society. The Jester suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and untreated hallucinations and delusions have taken over, leading him to believe people are out to get him. Because of his delusions and conspiracy theories, he may vote against the revealed Mayor, pretend to be someone he's not, imagine seeing someone where they weren't, or just act totally insane in social situations. At this stage, he is not afraid of death. In fact, ending his suffering is more appealing than living in fear, but he wants to die on his own terms. (uncredited)

A body slumps in the dust, surrounded by a shocked circle of onlookers. The Sheriff is dead. Suddenly, a high cackle rings out. They turn and see a lone man, laughing and grinning with what seems to be pride. The town becomes angry at this man who mocks their loss. After a short-lived debate, he swings from the rope, still giggling at them all, using his very last words to taunt them. That night, a capering figure appears once more, shadow dancing like flames as he moves. He laughs, spittle flying from his mouth. His giggles echo under the doors, waking the town from its slumber. The next morning, another body lies in the dust, a gun in his hand and a bullet in his head. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The docs open the cold door handle, thinking about what they were going to do with the crazed patient. They walk in, and the patient starts weeping. The doctors ask him: what's wrong with you?, for he was too tired for doing anything else. He was suffering from severe schizophrenia and major hallucinations. He started calling and begging to God. "Jesus, let me in! LET ME IN!" The doctors gave him some pills, not for his schizophrenia, but for his back pain. He was quite old, but he knew of things that could never be solved. The crazed patient then breaks through the door, the doctors not even stopping him from going, and he escapes. He yells through the streets of the town, begging for someone to kill him, but then he had an idea. If he looked suspicious, people might kill him. Even though dying was a lifelong dream, he found love. He said his goodbyes everyday, and one day it was needed. His children were just like him, and they were feared, for some evils were covered up, and the jesters were looking suspicious. Jesters die, rejoice, and pick a target, any target. They have been remembered and still roam Salem in search of the thirst of death they need to quench. (unregistered contributor)

He was once a happy comedian that performed for the town and more specifically, the Mayor, he has since been fired from his job. Over the years, insanity and suicide have grown into his mind. The only thing to truly "cure" him is to relieve him from life, but not by the hands of others, but by his own terms. But as a penalty to the town for destroying the job he's only good at, he will choose a single member of Salem and continuously haunt them until they put themselves out of their misery, as his last "comedic act" to offer for the town. (credit to Squiddington)

Before the miracles of modern medicine, mentally ill people lived among the population, but were shunned by society. The Jester suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and untreated hallucinations, meaning he is nuts and is willing to do anything to die. At this stage, he is not afraid of death. In fact, ending his suffering is more appealing than living in fear, but he wants to die on his own terms. (unregistered contributor)

Jobless, broken and insane; the Jester is a sad soul that resides in Salem. With the new age of technology, Jesters are no longer everyone's favorite comedian. Deep depression causes the Jester to seek death and he will only be satisfied if the people he once entertained are the ones doing the lynching. Upon the hanging of this sad soul, a Town member responsible for his death takes their own life out of guilt. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jester used to be the most hilarious of all comedians; he would tell jokes that would laugh your heart out and slap your knees to the thickest. He took great pleasure in telling jokes and making them up; it was his job, after all, and was honor roll. He would make money that rivaled what the Mayor would print up. One day, he was planning for his next comedy show when something snapped. He thought; "What would be the absolute BEST thing to make people laugh? What would NO ONE DO?". As he thought to himself, he finally got it: He would convince everyone he was a criminal. He thought it would be hilarious. He would think everyone would laugh and slap their knees even more than before! He would join the Town of Salem, where he would commit this act he would think funny; But, he was lynched at guillotine. Everyone was extremely saddened to see their favorite comedian go. One of the voters who voted in favor of his death, he would commit suicide in faith, because he needed to tell him how funny he was, but could only tell him in the afterlife. But, hey, it's just a joke. And that's all the Jester cares about. (credit to Octometaknight)

The jester twitched in his cell. Ever since he was put into the mental hospital, it seemed like everyone was out to get him. He has never been the same since the incident. He didn't mean to kill his friend, he didn't have any clue that he had dropped his pocket knife during their race. He didn't mean for his friend to fall behind and trip, only to land flat on the knife. He didn't want to be accused of murder and stuck in this sadist and enclosed mental hospital. The jester looked up as he heard a sound. His cell opening. They were letting him go. But he didn't want to go. He just wanted to die. The guilt was eating him alive. But now there's only one way to get his wish: get lynched. And he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen. (Credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

In the last light of the evening, men and women watch with narrowed eyes as a pale old man wrapped in childlike garments hobbles onto the podium steps, and stands there twitching and smirking as a noose is tied round his neck. His crimes? Lying about who he is, taunting other town members and voting against revealed townies. A woman steps forward and asks for his role, yet the delusional elder doesn't respond. If anyone listened closer, they may have heard giggling, but instead, the townsfolk swiftly lose their temper, and decide him guilty. “Lynch him” the women spits and the floor gives way to claim another victim, or perhaps, it doesn't. As realization and horror dawn on the guilty voters' faces, the jester grins like a lunatic and raises a trembling bony finger, passing judgment on each of them, before he erupts into flames, and disappears, his echoing cackle in the wind. Panic rises throughout the town as the guilty voters skulk home, uttering shaky prayers in whispers, each carrying a gut feeling that they may not wake up the next day. (Credit to justanormalcat)

Everyone berates the Jester for having some mental disorder, or that his head is just in the wrong place. Morality is not where the Jester lies… it’s the audience that matters. What’s a better way to get everyone’s attention by acting suspicious? Especially in these times? Nothing.

He knew not to overdo it either. There being a maniacal joker residing in Salem has long been known, but his name… that was what hid in the shadows. He didn’t need to actually do criminal deeds to become the enemy, he just had to build the facade. Even if he wanted to be hanged, he wanted there to be a reason for their guilt. Should he actually break the law, then the Town would just be doing their job lynching him.

He had exacted his plan the night before. This time, Salem wasn’t doing particularly the best clearing out its criminal scum. All he needed was a mischievous whisper here or there, brandished into the wrong ears. Then he would get the attention he longed for.

And at his dying breath he laughed a chortle reminiscent of a madman, something every citizen in the town thought he was after that day. The Jester was strange in the way he worked. Somehow his spirit had found a way back into the world of the living, something only usually achievable by powerful mystics who seance from beyond. But he didn’t use this time to be an asset to the town…

The Jester walked over to the judgment box of the previous day, where he flipped through each vote… and he found the first guilty vote, name atop it. He would visit their dreams tonight, twisting them into horrific nightmares, watching as a figure from outside of their home as they jolt awake, laughing the same echoing bellow they boomed out upon death. “Come join the fun!” he yelled out, as the victim shot themselves right in the head.

Never play along with the trick of a Jester… or else the joke will be on you. (Credit to ZathusTheMageV).