Now my story isn't for the faint of heart... HA ha heh! Imagine if I really started my oh so "infamous" story that way; what kind of psychopathic sick fuck do you think I am. Tsk tsk tsk, well any who lets get to task at hand. As you know I wasn't always the clown king of chaos, I was... a not so normal but law abiding citizen like you sorta... Im not judging, we all have skeletons in our closets, especially me.
When I was a mere child I was born into the asylum sort of speak, my mother was a very sick woman her grasp between fantasy and reality wasn't firm at all and she wasn't to bright either. So I had to kind of raise her... Well pick up where her parents left off. So you can guess what kind frustration and psychological turmoil that can give someone. Well a lot , obviously. So I had to grow up pretty quickly... kind of.
Outside my lovely home I had a decent childhood for the most part, but even at such an young age I was somehow devious, like I had a alternative motivée or something. As the evil festard within the pit of my heart, I search for love I have seen it and I fucking wanted it more than anything, and learned in the harshest and prolonging lesson; Be fucking careful what you wish for. Ha ha ha ha ha *cough cough* sorry, anyway what was I saying, oh yeah right. I was in love with the devil herself...
I mean Im surprised that she didn't have the mark of the beast oh, but she did have an upside-down crucifix tatted on her. She was the one who helped me realize what was a part of me that I was a leader and I was meant to sit on the throne that was meant to dominate. Her and I are going to take the World by storm she was the Bonnie to my Clyde we made our mark on this Earth along with our should I say group of female fatales. We took what we wanted, threw parties, lived as wild as we could, we had more money then we could really use, we were on the rise of power but she met her fatal end I was left broken more unstable than I was before, but you know as the title of this very story is. Just one bad day... Anyway next paragraph.
So years pass, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, yadda, yadda, yadda, and I began to realize that life is just one big fucking joke. Heh I know people tend to realize that but I didn't know that I was the punchline. And when I found that out all I could do was laugh. I failed at being a fair, honest, and pretty god damned human being, it never really suited me any way, I didn't want to be the nice guy that finished last... I wanted to be the bad guy who finished it. See I not exactly "The Joker" I am inspired by him, based off of him of him if you will, I like to think that I am a reincarnation of him, but that's crazy talk HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA heh he heh whoo! That's funny. Cuz it, cuz it is crazy talk. Hmmm *sigh* Gosh I got the giggles.
So I guess it's a cliche' that to tell a story about the end, you have to start at the beginning, but anyway I started off as a simple yet struggling writer,comedian and lover boy waiting for my big break I apparently had potential or something so I kept trying, but failed. So one day frustrated with my failed attempts I got and take the strangest walk in the park I ever took. I met her Alisa; Le' Masquerade. This was before she was the masquerade before I was Joker and before the revolution there was us. But that is a different story. We were building an army, gathering intel and weapons; getting ready for Armageddon...
