Thread:MockingJester/@comment-25808351-20181022020633/@comment-30014014-20181022030015

You know, it's hilarious how spot on you're basically being with that little window I use to filter my way here.

''He's a storyteller, a clown with a visage perpetually happy. Those who meet him, kindred as they be, a jolly joke to speak. A harmless prank to act. One to sit by, tales of triumph, cautionary riddles. A sweet and plump assortment for the people willingly partaking in his false idling, a lesson for them who unravels it through the eyes of one at the heavens, yet self-bound with the rest. To others, an easy way to divert from catastrophies, be it wholly, or whimsical.''

Some, however, cling to their vanity, their hubris, blinded by their state of being. To them...

'''An fateweaver, a jester grinning with the reflected hubris of those damned. To meet him as less, content with themselves. harrowing pranks upon them. Bound to the fate they sowed, vain to the warnings. Bitter and stale nourishment for they holier-than-thou. A last messgae of damnation as the trickster plays and pokes at one's fortune. His beloning. His reputation. HIs...life. Doomed to stalk in the valley of death, no matter what road may they seek, for they walked in the road of the damned the moment they sneered at the entity, all too human, as they are. Their death shrieks, a haunted warning to those found successor. His mask, whichever they want it to be...'''