PROLOGUE:
The large circular room was filled to the brim. There couldn't possibly be any more people in it, but then they weren't really people, and they were adding more and more of them every second. In fact, it had been just about no time and all of time that the room had been filling up, and if you had watched you might have noticed that the room had always been filled, just with an average number of people, all looking fairly average. Of course, true averagness wasn't somethng that anything actually possesed, it might seem normal, the edges of your vision seeing people, but if you were to look closely, take a good, long, and hard look at a single entity; well then, you would see something that very few beings had ever seen: you would have seen the Jacks.
Jack of all trades might be a common saying among certain civilizations and cultures, but all of them applied to a single person with multiple skills, in truth it was more... balanced than that. For every skill, for every thought, for every thing there was a Jack, just like there was a Queen, a King, and an Ace, but it was the Jacks that filled the room right here and through most of the nows. Jacks of every type and persuasion stood side by side in the grand room. The floor, the ceilings, the walls, everything was made of materials, a sort of average of whatever could be used to construct things, and as that average changed, so did the surroundings, blending from the red of brick to the metallic shine of silver, to the deep brown of mud. And all around them were archways, simple gates that allowed access, but no doors. No, no, there couldn't be any doors.
Finally, soon, late, just on time, a Jack entered carrying a small basket, made up of the same material that everything else was. Inside the basket was a small baby, unremarkable in any clear way except for the single line that ran down the entirety of its body, a single black line that seemed a little deep, like from one of those old Samurai movies where someone has been cut in half but just doesn't know it yet. Although, that couldn't be possible, as the tiny child waved its arms around, howling with mirth. The Jack holding it, however, seemed less than happy, the tiny bib around his/her neck dirty and the tiny pacifer in his/her mouth being sucked on angrily. The Jack was feeling unbelievably un-average, his hands the only one filled with the burbling basket of baby.
The other Jacks parted as the Jack carrying the baby walked, at a medium pace, to the center of the room. Slowly, a small circle formed around the Jack with the baby in the middle, unbeknownst to most there was a small pillar in the middle, that had just enough room for the baby and the basket to be placed upon it. The angry looking Jack walked right up to it, placed the basket upon the pillar, and immediately looked better, his/her hand suddenly stopping its spasming as he melted back into the crowd. The Jacks were once again a sea of unremarkable faces that were all at peace, and it was there that they waited.
Then, the endless and average faces stopped, staring straight ahead, all around the pillar, the flood of Jacks now just ending and beginning. Then, as one and, the Jacks said this, "A Joker is born."