Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-29585050-20161114141904

He had enough. He had enough with all of the problems he went through all his life.

He just sit on his bed, all night and all day, giggling nonstop and at some time he let out a loud laugh. Razor blade scars shown on both his wrist, meant that he was already attempted suicide many times. People pitied him, his sanity has long gone for good, but The Jester was considered those acts like a prank, or some good old funny stories you usually look at the newspaper. He was beyond salvation, and for him, only death was the thing that could save him. He wanted to be executed publicly.

The Jester was once like us, a human with sanity. However, abuse from the Townspeople, living in the slums with no food to be eaten everyday, b eing one of human trafficking victims, made into a slave on a cruel big house, he was pushed over the edge of his sanity, and finally killed his owner with a knife. Filled with guilt and joy at the same time, he did nothing but one thing: Laugh. He was sentenced to put in a asylum. However, his conditions just going worse and worse, so he was sent back onto his hometown: The Salem.

Among the Townspeople, he was a normal person tried to conceal his lunatic personality. He had came with a great idea, a twisted one. And his plan was started, that night, the Jailor had tossed him onto a pitiful jail cell. Ah... The memories of his asylum day rolled in his mind. "What's your role in this mess?" The Jailor asked with a sovereign tone, with the Jester said, "I am the Doctor of this Town." The Jailor put his hand onto the pistol, but he was too eager to execute him. That was a big mistake, before he could react, a Serial Killer stabbed the Jailor, finishing him off.

"He was the Serial Killer! The Jailor had jailed him and died from the Serial Killer!" The Townspeople yelled, pointing finger at the Jester, who countered them by saying the Serial Killer got lucky. To no avail, he was put into a trial and all the Town voted him with guilty. However, as the rope tighten around the neck of the Jester, he let out a loud laugh. A laugh mixed with insanity and happiness. The stool beneath him was pulled and he drawn his final breath. Panic and chaos spread across the Town when the Jester was revealed.

That night, the Jester's soul raised from the graveyard. He checked the Judgement box, and saw who voted him guilty first. "John Hathorne" was writen on the paper, the Jester smirked, he visited John that night, drew him insane with the guilt. John couldn't handle the guilt, so he took a pistol and shot himself, the last thing he heard was "let's have some fun in the afterlife!" This was all the great act and a masterpiece the Jester ever performed in his life.

The Jester had enough. He had enough with all of his pranks and the insane performances he performed in his life...

End of Jester's Story