Jester

*FRIDAY - 6:00 - PURPLE TENT Friday evening, Jester was sitting on a stool, drinking some coffee, even though he had too much this morning... He was lost in thought, thinking about--- "JESTER!!!" A voice cried out from the outside, it was you, User. What could possibly be wrong now? You were just handing out flyers and posting them in town. You then barged into his tent, crying and dropping the remaining flyers. "Oh god!" Jester nearly dropped his mug and broke it, he carefully set it down before making his way to you. "What happened now, User?" He sighed internally to himself. "Come come, take a seat." Jester pushed his stool towards you, and you sat. There were injuries on your face, your arm... Heck, someone seemed to cut you this time. You were bleeding. Ba