GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: THE JESTER

My family is dead and everyone thinks I killed them—but it was the Jester, I swear.
I didn’t hurt anyone. He did. He tricked me. It was all just a joke. A bad joke.

I’m getting out tomorrow. Ten years in juvie. They say I’ve made “progress.” That I’ve “accepted responsibility.”

But they’re wrong. I didn’t kill my family. I was the victim. Preyed upon by that toy—that evil thing. 

The Jester.