Once upon a time, two jokers met. They fell in love with themselves, thinking they were each other, but none of them was in fact who they thought they were. And they ressented each other for not being that who they thought they loved, without realising that what they loved was the idea of being loved by what they thought they were, but none of them was in fact who they wanted to be, neither who the other wanted them to be...
That's the thing about jokers... They are what the game tells them to be, and no game would require a joker to play a joker. So if two jokers happen to meet in real life, they will behave like two mirrors reflecting each other until they go mad.
All a joker has is a collection of the games it played before, yet nobody can tell who or what it is, unless they are playing along.
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