JESTER FACTORY

ALT The Batter stands in the center, arm reached out in a reference to a piece of official art, The Add-Ons sit behind him. The background and ground is red, contrasting The Batters monochrome pallet. White text reads PURIFICATION repeated in the top corner, fading as it lowers. On the bottom corner, text reads "BATTLETIME." Other sketchy black text reads OFF. [SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW]

ALT The Knight stands dramatically cloaked in shadow, resting their sword on their shoulder as they look down, many other blades stuck in the ground behind them. This is in reference to a shot from the opening of Samurai Champloo.

ALT the knight stands with a blank expression, one arm out stretched forward as the other carries their sword, the colours are a simple black and white with sketchy shading. Text reads: FINAL FUCKASSERY [MAKE YOUR OWN RULES.] this is a reference to OFF.

ALT The Party is roaming through the place they fast-traveled to before, walking past broken pillars amongst a green spacy sky and a green ocean in the background. Wizard asks "Hey, Executor, Ive been meaning to ask... What exactly IS your class." Executor: "uh, lower." Wizard: "NOT FINANCIAL." The next few panels show explanations of the Fighter and Mage class, acompanied by more detailed sketches of Knight and Wizard, the intials RR next to them, written fancily, on torn peices of paper. Wizard: "For example, Knight is a Fighter! Which is obvious by their lack of magic and well, the whole... EVERYTHING about them." "Im obviously a Mage! A sorcerer to be spesific." The next panel shows a much smaller and less detailed doodle of Executor on a post it note, and no explanation, only confusion. The initals are also there, but much less fancy.

ALT Executor puts her arm around Wizards shoulder as she says "Glad you finally asked!! been waiting to tell ya this for a while." "Y'see ive been in this job for far longer then you two." The next few panels are donned on a black page as Executor recounts, panels of a younger her pickpocketing, struggling to carry a hammer and being kicked out of mage school are there. "At first i was something of a Rouge, did a bit of petty theft." "then i tried being a fighter... using a big hammer i stole." "It was too heavy for me so THEN i tried magic and got kicked out for-" Wizard interupts: "stealing something??" Executor: "yeah basically."

ALT Executor continues: "Nothing worked out so i thought... why not make my OWN class?" Wizard (in a more simplistic style) remarks: "You... Made your own??? all from scratch??" Executor: "Well, its more so im just constantly class changing. You guys should try sometime!" Wizard looks actually okay with this idea, saying to Knight "I... Suppose it could be fun. What do you say?" Knight doesnt respond. only looking at wizard with a comically large frown. Text below reads "The Knight Would Proceed to make this expression for the next hour."

ALT First panel shows The Party in a desert, The Knight looking at a map while The Wizard seems to suffer under the heat. The Executor remarks "Alright. . . I think we've kinda exaughsted all the quests we can do here... If we stick around any longer poor Wizards gonna melt!" The Knight almost says something but is RUDELY intterupted by an exasperated Wizard, shouting "HUH, WHATS THAT KNIGHT? FAST TRAVEL? PERFECT. GET US OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE!! TAKE US SOMEWHERE NICE AND COLD!!"

ALT Executor and Wizard whisper to each other as The Knight signs them to close their eyes. Executor: "Psst, Hey. Lets like. Not do that." Wizard: "What!? No way!! Knight tells us to shut our eyes for a reason!" Executor: "Isnt the whole point of our adventure to do this sorta thing? See what happens? "Quest for knowlage" and all that" Executor: "Cmooooon... I'll carry The Bag For ya!!"

ALT Knight holds Executors hand and Wizards sleeve as they close their eyes. Executors "Alright, Knight! We're ready!! get us outta here!" with a VROOOSH the three dissappear