Little boys shouldn't use this deck unless they have an adult supervising, I know, I know. But on that sunny night on the 31st of October, I didn't want an adult. I wanted Pure Insanity, the thing I have been longing for for so many long months. You see, I was told by a beautiful, large breasted man who lived under the library in my home town that the 31st of October was a special night. And if I wanted Pure Insanity, my greatest desire, I had to find a special deck on that special night. When you're not the brightest kid in school, every bit of knowledge helps.Normally, you need a special compass and some blood of innocent children, or at least matching pillow case and sheets to find the cards necessary. The Man Under the Library showed me how to do it myself. He told me to wait until midnight before finding my insanity. I've forgotten the rest of the events that happened that night. It doesn't matter.
Someone appeared who I thought was a younger version of myself. The only thing that made me question myself was that He- or I was wearing a jester's outfit. Also, he kept calling himself the jester, not my name. Still, I was so happy to have successfully achieved a perfect insanity, these inconsistencies did not bother me. He had me do some things that didn't make any sense to me, and then his servant happily gave me something he called the Deck of the Madman.
Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman.
Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman.
Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman.
Maybe the Deck of the Madman are the cards I tried to find. Maybe I'm smarter because I know cats can be bats can be rats can be hats can be gnats can be thats can be thises. And that doors can be boars can be snores can be floors can be roars can be spores can be yours can be mine. I must be smart, for the interconnective system is very clear to me. Then why, or wherefore do people keep calling me mad?
Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman. Deck of the Madman.
