Fool's Gold

The Arsonist bored a hole into Jack and poured in en förtrollande brygga och en mystiker spritdryck. He called this cocktail medicine. Though initially the drink made Jack feel much better, the effect soon took a staggering turn. Jack became jack-ass and decided to leave K-town for The City (not The City but The City). It didn't really happen (this way), but this is how Jack remembers it.

As jack-ass, Jack was polyamorous and the stars took note. They laughed and chortled, content with looking down on him -- he was an ass after all. They didn't understand Jack's circumstance. Jack brayed at the heavens, scolding the stars and planets for their outrageous insults, reminding them that he was once as high and mighty as they -- Asellus Borealis. The heavens were caught by surprise by Jack's blustery confrontation and quickly apologized. They had forgotten.

Jack accepted their apologies but the braying continued. They had offered no restitution.

Everybody knows the story, silence is golden... Right?

Just the facts Jack.

In general, especially in forgotten fairytales and minor-mythologies Jack and jack-ass have always been interchangeable. They come from the same picaresque tradition. It is only their bodies that differ. Even so, they are made from the same thing.

So, it should come as no surprise then that our Jack was an asinanthrope. In actuality, the Arsonist's elixir had little to do with Jack becoming jack-ass. This just comes naturally to Jack -- though usually after visits with the Arsonist of Flaxen Anger. Jack knew that he could sleep it off.