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Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
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5:42 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: The story behind my name
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It was, of course, Mommy who chose my name. She wanted something strong for me, the name of a hero or a leader. I was her precious son, her only child, and she wanted me to have the best name she could find for a child that would be her beloved one, her special, special boy.
Jason, she told me, is a name from Greek Mythology. The first Jason was a great man who had adventures and did heroic deeds. He had the strength that she wanted for me. She wanted me to grow up proud of who I was, proud to be her son, and she told me that Jason was a very fitting name for someone as special as I was.
I didn’t exactly grow up to be a hero. But I did grow up strong, and I know that Mommy, wherever she is now, still loves me and is proud of me. And I’ll always be special to her.
Words: 162
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  grateful
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| Wednesday, May 26th, 2010
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4:21 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Write about something you know by heart
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“Once upon a time…”
Jason can still remember those magical words being half-whispered to him for the first time as the sun sank over the horizon. Night was falling, and soon it would be time for little Jason to go to sleep.
How old had he been, then? Three or four years old, perhaps a little older or a little younger? Very, very tiny, anyway, and very vulnerable to the half-repulsed, half-pitying gazes that so many threw his way because of his deformed face.
But he knew that Mommy loved him and thought he was beautiful. She took good care of him and read him stories at night. And he had come to know that first sentence of so many beloved tales by heart.
Now he is an innocent child no longer, but a monster. A maniacal, dark creature stalking the woods around Camp Crystal Lake and causing mayhem. But part of him still recalls the words from time to time – they are fragments of a memory, fragile remnants of the beautiful love that he and his mother once shared.
Words: 180
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom; Friday the 13th
current mood:  nostalgic
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| Thursday, May 6th, 2010
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5:36 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: What are you good at that people wouldn’t expect?
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I actually have the ability to love, though most people believe that I can’t feel anything but murderous rage. For the most part they are right, but there is an exception to the rule with Jason Voorhees. There is a tender spot in the heart that is mostly harder than stone.
My Mommy, of course, is the only one who I have ever loved, and she is the only person who has ever loved me. She adored me, in fact – I was her precious angel, her special, special boy, her beloved son. With her love to enfold and protect me, I could bear the scorn of the outside world, the contempt directed at me by the ignorant people who shunned me because of my appearance.
Even now that I am the Masked Maniac of Crystal Lake, the vengeful slayer of all those who cross my path, I still love her. It is her voice inside my head that guides me, after all, and I seek to avenge all the wrongs that were done to both her and me.
Words: 178
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  loved
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| Thursday, April 22nd, 2010
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4:17 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Talk about something you used to love
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As a child, I used to love it when my Mommy read me stories.
I know that she is the only person who has ever loved me, and when she read to me at night when I was all tucked up in bed, I could hear the love and tenderness in her voice as she spoke the words of the fairy tales out loud, balancing the book on her lap. No matter how many taunts I had suffered from other children during the day, no matter how many times the bullies had tried to break my spirit, having Mommy read to me at bedtime always comforted me.
Her loving voice and the thrilling tales she told me transported me to a fantasy world for a little while, to a place where I was the one having the exciting adventures and it seemed like everything would be all right in the end, and like the heroes of the stories there was the possibility of a happy ever after ending for me.
Now, only memories remain of my childhood happiness, and there is no happy ending for any person who encounters me.
Words: 190
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  lonely
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| Thursday, April 8th, 2010
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4:42 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Get Out
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Get out.
Leave while you still can, while you are still uninjured and still alive.
If you’re here at Camp Crystal Lake, and you have heard the legends, you will know full well why you must leave, now, and swiftly. Your very life depends on you stopping whatever you are doing, and running or driving as far away from this place as you can get.
I am the danger that awaits you. I, Jason Voorhees, am the reason why you have to get out, right now.
I don’t care why you are here. You could be innocently wandering through the woods, lost and disoriented. You could be doing something dirty that would make my Mommy very, very angry, or trying to re-open the camp which would put more children in peril. I couldn’t care less which of these reasons it is, or whether it’s none of them. If I find you here, I will still kill you.
So just get out.
Words: 161
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  infuriated
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| Wednesday, March 24th, 2010
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5:09 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Journey
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“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
- Matsuo Basho, Narrow Road
If there is a journey in Jason Voorhees’s life, then it is one that leads only to hell.
His childhood would have been hell if it had not been for his Mommy’s enduring love. His death was hellish in the extreme – sinking, lungs filling with water, flailing and choking helplessly as he slipped beneath the surface of Crystal Lake and drowned. He has been to the real hell, and even though he managed to escape it, he knows that heaven will never open its gates to him. He is undead and indestructible, the Masked Maniac of Crystal Lake, but his soul, if he ever had one, is forever damned.
For his victims, the journeys that are their lives come to an end when they encounter Jason. There is no turning back or going forward for them – only a termination with no hope of mercy.
Jason knows that his life’s journey will be eternal, but hell is the ultimate destination should the unthinkable happen and he be destroyed.
Words: 167
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  apathetic
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| Friday, March 12th, 2010
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1:59 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: What do you wish someone would invent?
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I wish someone would invent a way to bring back the dead.
Not those I’m responsible for killing – no way in hell, they deserve what they got and they should stay dead forever – but I wish there was a way to bring back my beloved, beautiful Mommy. The only person I’ve ever really loved and who really loved me.
She should be brought back and we could be together for all eternity, both of us against the world.
And I wish the person who invented that would invent something else – a way to make me human again, and not deformed. My Mommy’s beautiful child, with a second chance, a chance to live life over again in the way that an innocent child’s life should be lived. A chance to live a happy life and to grow up normally. Oh, there are advantages to being an indestructible, undead avenger, but I would much rather have a happy childhood.
Words: 160
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: sad
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| Friday, February 26th, 2010
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5:13 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Right and Wrong
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"The problem, of course, was that people did not seem to understand the difference between right and wrong. They needed to be reminded about this, because if you left it to them to work it out themselves, they would never bother. They would just find what was best for them, and then they would call that the right thing. That's how most people thought."
--Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
I know the difference between right and wrong.
You might not believe that I do, but I know it far better than many who like to call themselves “good people”.
It was wrong for the world to reject a small boy because he looked different from everybody else. It was wrong for other children to mercilessly tease and bully him. It was wrong for the camp counselors to be engaged in their own selfish pursuits, their filthy lustful coupling, while that little boy drowned in the depths of a cold, dark lake.
It was right for that boy’s mother, who was the only person in the world who truly loved her child and saw beauty in him, to want to avenge his death and make sure that accursed summer camp where he met his death never opened again. It was wrong, of course, for a counselor to kill the boy’s loving Mommy in turn. It was right for that son to rise from death and take vengeance himself for what had happened to his Mommy.
Yes, I, Jason Voorhees, know all about right and wrong.
Words: 185
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: annoyed
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| Tuesday, February 9th, 2010
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5:06 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Cool
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A cool breeze was blowing, but Jason barely noticed it. The night was strangely quiet; the stars were out and bright, and the moon was full, but not even the animals seemed to be moving about in the woods. Crystal Lake was still and glassy – it would look beautiful to anyone else, all shimmering and tinted by the silvery moonlight, but Jason steered clear of it.
He stood beneath a huge, gnarled tree, machete drawn, awaiting any unfortunate souls who might chance to cross his path, but nobody came.
Jason was all alone – and the feeling that was possessing him at that very moment was not his customary deadly rage and need for vengeance, but loneliness.
He remembered nights like this as a very small boy – waking up from nightmares and being afraid, running into Mommy’s room and being held and comforted by her.
Now he was the nightmare and others feared him.
However, that didn’t stop the lonely feelings as the cool breeze stirred in the silent forest.
Words: 172
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  awake
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| Friday, January 29th, 2010
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4:38 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Friday
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I was born on a Friday. Friday the thirteenth, to be exact.
Many people – superstitious fools, most of them – consider that day to be unlucky. I suppose in some ways it was unlucky for me, for I was never a fortunate child, nor a beautiful one. I was always shunned and mocked, and only my mother has ever loved me. And I died young, alone and afraid. Drowned in the chilly waters of the lake.
But I rose from the dead, strong and indestructible. And now I am the terror of all who encounter me – I am the monster, the Masked Maniac of Camp Crystal Lake. And Friday the thirteenth is now an extremely unlucky day for the unfortunates who are struck down by me in my eternal rage and thirst to avenge my own death and my mother’s.
If you run into me, then Friday the thirteenth will be a day of bad luck for you too. You have been warned.
Words: 165
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: angry
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| Friday, January 15th, 2010
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5:07 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: What do you still have from when you were young?
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There is a place, a house, which I will never divulge the location of. In that place are many of the possessions I had as a little boy. Among these are toys, clothes, and the picture books full of fairy tales that my mother read to me… precious things that were part of the few happy events of my childhood.
Of course, that happiness had my beloved Mommy as its source.
There are also things that are not so tangible that I still have from my youth. They are memories, good and bad. They consist of barely remembered songs that my mother lulled me to sleep with and all the happy thoughts and the angry thoughts. Thoughts of rage at the bullies and dreamed-of revenge, a vengeance that I would come to enact on any who crossed me when I died and rose again.
I carry very little with me nowadays, but much of what makes me function now has to do with my early youth.
Words: 166
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: depressed
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| Friday, December 18th, 2009
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12:55 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Old, New or Borrowed
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My mask is something that is old. I got it from a victim, and use it to shield my face from the world. No one would dare mock me for my deformed features now, as they did when I was a child, since I have become such a figure of fear to everyone who encounters me, but it’s an instinct to hide behind the mask now. It’s become almost a part of me. It almost has replaced my real face now. When others think of me, it’s the mask that they recall. That is the image of Jason Voorhees that sticks in their memories.
My face, to others, is now a blank, featureless mask that resembles a skull in the subconscious. It is a symbol of death, without the hope of rebirth or new life, and a symbol of darkness without the coming of new light.
It is a death-mask in more ways than one.
Words: 156
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: apathetic
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| Thursday, December 3rd, 2009
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5:29 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Thank somebody for something
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Thank you, Mommy, for being the only person who truly loved the sad little child I once was. Thank you for taking care of me, for being there to comfort me, and telling me that I was beautiful, and that I would always be your special, special boy. To you I was never the hideous monster that other people saw and had no qualms about telling me that I was. To you, I was your angel, your darling child. I was your world and you were mine.
Thank you, darling Mommy, for the memories of you. They are the only beauty that I have left in my dark, lonely world. It is for your sake, because you were taken away from me so cruelly, that I bring fear and pain to others now. These days, people speak of me as evil, but I know that I was good once, because I came from your goodness.
Words: 155
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: depressed
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| Thursday, November 19th, 2009
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5:21 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: What have you forgotten?
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There are some things – emotions for the most part – that Jason has forgotten the feel of. Kindness, compassion and mercy are all but gone, replaced by murderous intent, blind rage and the need to strike down all in his path. Almost all of what it is to be human has been erased from what is left of his mind.
What little of those tender feelings he recalls helps to fuel the fury inside him, for he knows that they are gone forever. Mommy was the only source of sweetness and love in his life, and she is dead. So to Jason, all the goodness and kindness of the world may just as well be dead and buried too.
The need to kill is all that drives him on now. That is something that can never be blotted from his mind, and never forgotten at all.
He is indeed the monster that others claim him to be.
Words: 157
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  blank
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| Friday, November 6th, 2009
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5:10 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Trick or treat
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Jason never went trick or treating as a child.
Shunned and bullied by the other children for his difference, he didn’t have little friends to go with. Mommy could have taken him, but she seemed to have wanted to spare his feelings in case anyone treated him rudely or roughly.
Mommy was the only person who loved Jason, you see. She wanted to protect him from anyone who might act abusively towards him. So Jason never got to wear a costume or a mask and go out to ask his neighbours for delicious Halloween candy.
But Mommy always decorated the house for Halloween. Pictures of black cats and ghosts adorned the walls, and Mommy helped Jason to carve pumpkins. There was candy at home on Halloween, of course, and lots of it. Jason would be curled up underneath the covers of his little bed, and Mommy would read him delightfully shivery ghost stories that didn’t scare Jason at all. Jason already knew that there were more frightening things in the world than ghosts.
It wasn’t till many years later that Jason would go out wearing a mask. But by then it was not trick or treating – the terror was real.
Words: 201
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: sad
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| Tuesday, October 20th, 2009
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5:43 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Something you've outlived.
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There’s a lot of things you could say I’ve outlived.
Including every foolish person who has ever crossed my path. You could definitely say I’ve outlived each and every one of them. I personally have made sure of that.
But there’s something more that I’ve outlived and it’s made a bigger impact on me than all the deeds I’ve done since rising from death.
And those things are childish hopes, trust, and the belief that there is good in every human being.
I don’t believe in these things any more. Nobody is innocent, except perhaps very little children. My Mommy is dead, so love has gone from my world. And I’m not holding out hope for it to come back.
I don’t trust anybody. Everyone who’s sought me out has some agenda of their own to follow. Either they want to re-open Camp Crystal Lake, or try and destroy me… none of them have ever succeeded.
That’s another thing I seem to have outlived. Death itself.
Words: 166
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  bored
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| Tuesday, October 6th, 2009
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6:03 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Collection(s)
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If Jason collects anything, it’s the lives of victims, of course. Their screams, their fear and their blood are all part of what passes for his mind now.
Or it’s memories of the past that he collects. Memories of a mother’s love, of a deformed child’s sadness and the pain of being an outcast still resonate within him. That sorrow and anguish help to inflame the boundless rage that still burns inside him and makes him into the killing machine he has become. Some say he is unfeeling, a monster, but he does feel. Only not in the ways that a normal person might, for when was the life and un-death of Jason Voorhees ever normal?
Most material things don’t stay long with him, except for the mask, the machete, whatever tattered clothes he can cover himself with and a few select items from his childhood, carefully hidden from the world.
His collections are not apparent to most people, but he does collect.
Words: 163
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  predatory
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| Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
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8:14 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Wake Up
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“Wake up, Jason. It’s all right. I’m here.”
These were Mommy’s tenderly spoken words as she stroked the head of her little boy. He had been tossing, turning and sniffling in his bed – having a nightmare, no doubt. But his beloved mother, his angel, was by his side now and everything was OK. The child hugged his Mommy lovingly and smiled. He was safe now and everything would be fine from that moment on.
Until that day when the coldness of the lake swallowed him beneath its depths, and nobody was there to save him.
Wake up, world.
Now the child Jason has grown and died and been reborn as a homicidal giant. He takes his revenge on the rutting filth of the world and on those foolish enough to try to re-open Camp Crystal Lake, where the little boy that Jason Voorhees once was drowned so many years ago.
This is no mere nightmare. Jason is a bad dream from which nobody can wake up.
Words: 186
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: angry
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| Thursday, September 10th, 2009
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6:20 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Madness?
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Madness. That’s a topic I know a lot about.
There are some who say I’m mad because of what I do. But it makes perfect sense to me, really. People do stupid things like dirty stuff or trying to reopen Camp Crystal Lake, and I dispose of them in my own special way. Mommy doesn’t like them and neither do I. What could be saner than that?
It’s the stupid ones, the dirty ones, who are insane. I think so, anyway. Why else would they trespass on my territory?
There are some who even try to seek me out, with destruction on their minds. And these folk must have also taken leave of their senses. I can’t be destroyed – each time someone tries I come back, stronger and angrier than I ever was. That’s true insanity, I tell you, thinking they can get rid of me!
It’s sheer lunacy for most people to want to deal with me at all.
Words: 161
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood:  crazy
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| Thursday, August 27th, 2009
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5:57 pm - Theatrical Muse Topic: Crushed
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Crushed… I could talk about a lot of things that relate to that topic. Some of them would send you running away screaming in terror, trust me on that. If you could ever bring yourself to trust me about anything, even though you really shouldn’t. But I’m getting off the topic here…
The kind of being “crushed” that has the most resonance for me has nothing to do with physical crushing at all. What I speak of now is the destruction of the spirit caused by mockery and rejection. The crushing and breaking of an innocent child’s young heart by those who despised him just because he looked different from the way they looked.
I was that child, of course.
I was teased, rejected, and ultimately harmed beyond repair by bullies as a child. Because of them, I fell into the lake and drowned. It was partly because of them that I am now a monster.
Words: 156
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th
current mood: crushed
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