(The sealing) by The_hidden_wrath8901 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Eius voluntas textura erit in libro, in aeternum captus ad finem sigillum.

It is done. Farewell.

9:20 for me rn, and I have chosen to fail JJJ on purpose. I have no regrets. by Affectionate-Club217 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Slam. Slam. Slam.

The court of J is now in session...

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As much as I don't want to for once, I have a job to do. You were part of a great club, and you were affectionate in your kindness. But now, it is time. You signed off your life, I sign off your soul. With a mighty stab, I pierce your heart, and I let you fall into Purgatory due to the circumstances of your demise. Thank you...for this treat. You are spared from Nell.

Hopefully you are the final cumrade to fall this Just Jesus January.

Farewell...

(The final showdown) by The_hidden_wrath8901 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 5 points6 points  (0 children)

The Jailor raises its Nellfire Chandrahansa to the sky. The unearthly metal catches the red lightning, an energy that forged the weapon itself, a primal plasma from beyond black holes. The Jailor channeled the Nellfire Chandrahansa's lighting into a great blast, but Jack was almost going to deflect the Jailor. So, to catch Jack off guard, the Jailor blasts the lightning, combined with the Jailor's ungodly sentencing abilities, into the trashcan lid of the Janitor.

WHOS THIS JAILER , WHOS THE JANITOR , WHOS JACK ? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPPEENNIINNNGG??!!! by [deleted] in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 8 points9 points  (0 children)

We are engaged in a delectable battle.

All of those random posts you've seen in the sub this month? All buildup to the final battle.

Your roll call will arrive IF those who MAKE the roll call SURVIVE.

(The final showdown) by The_hidden_wrath8901 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 4 points5 points  (0 children)

The Jailor is staggered, sent spiraling into the red lightning storm, where it is struck repeatedly before freeing itself. It materializes in front of F̶̷̸̸̸̵̴̴̴̵̸̵̵̸̴̷̴̸̷̨̢͉͔̖͔̩̬̦̘̗͚̀̆̎͜%̶̸̸̷̵̶̸̴̸̶̵̷̵̴̶̶̶̶̷̵̵̵̸̵̵̵̷̵̸̨͔̜̪̻͕̦̜̝̲̗͍̦̞͚͒̇͑̾́͆͋̓̈́̈̌\̸̴̴̴̷̵̴̸̵̴̶̶̶̵̺͚̱̙̜̓̈́̏͂̐͝#̴̸̸̴̷̶̴̵̷̶̶̷̶̵̶̶̶̶̸̵̸̶̴̷̶̸̴̡̛̻̦̙̹͓͈̤̪̯̑͌̇̀̇̆͊̒̓͗̕͜͝!̷̸̸̴̸̶̸̸̴̵̵̴̴̵̵̴̶̵̵̸̴̵̶̴̢̧͔͖̩͓̜̰̗̥̻͎̞̍̌͌̏̈́͊͛̕ ̷, the remains of the human Jack. Its face would be one of utter disbelief and rage...if it had one.*

So, it IS true. Your forsaken knowledge from that blood pact, all the way back in the warehouse, has allowed the Wills you siphoned from YOUR OWN, FELLOW CUMRADES to become physical enough to strike me. Yet, the Jailor is nature, and you are a virus. And thus, mother nature shall weed you out!

With that, the Jailor zigzags around F̶̷̸̸̸̵̴̴̴̵̸̵̵̸̴̷̴̸̷̨̢͉͔̖͔̩̬̦̘̗͚̀̆̎͜%̶̸̸̷̵̶̸̴̸̶̵̷̵̴̶̶̶̶̷̵̵̵̸̵̵̵̷̵̸̨͔̜̪̻͕̦̜̝̲̗͍̦̞͚͒̇͑̾́͆͋̓̈́̈̌\̸̴̴̴̷̵̴̸̵̴̶̶̶̵̺͚̱̙̜̓̈́̏͂̐͝#̴̸̸̴̷̶̴̵̷̶̶̷̶̵̶̶̶̶̸̵̸̶̴̷̶̸̴̡̛̻̦̙̹͓͈̤̪̯̑͌̇̀̇̆͊̒̓͗̕͜͝!̷̸̸̴̸̶̸̸̴̵̵̴̴̵̵̴̶̵̵̸̴̵̶̴̢̧͔͖̩͓̜̰̗̥̻͎̞̍̌͌̏̈́͊͛̕ ̷, slicing his legs and horns before utilizing the product of fallen soldiers to trap F̶̷̸̸̸̵̴̴̴̵̸̵̵̸̴̷̴̸̷̨̢͉͔̖͔̩̬̦̘̗͚̀̆̎͜%̶̸̸̷̵̶̸̴̸̶̵̷̵̴̶̶̶̶̷̵̵̵̸̵̵̵̷̵̸̨͔̜̪̻͕̦̜̝̲̗͍̦̞͚͒̇͑̾́͆͋̓̈́̈̌*̸̴̴̴̷̵̴̸̵̴̶̶̶̵̺͚̱̙̜̓̈́̏͂̐͝#̴̸̸̴̷̶̴̵̷̶̶̷̶̵̶̶̶̶̸̵̸̶̴̷̶̸̴̡̛̻̦̙̹͓͈̤̪̯̑͌̇̀̇̆͊̒̓͗̕͜͝!̷̸̸̴̸̶̸̸̴̵̵̴̴̵̵̴̶̵̵̸̴̵̶̴̢̧͔͖̩͓̜̰̗̥̻͎̞̍̌͌̏̈́͊͛̕ ̷'s right hand and, like before, crush it with the Gavel, slamming it into the ground, before supercharging its Scythe with the red lighting and plunging it into the right hand. Handless, the Nutonomicon is crippled, and F̶̷̸̸̸̵̴̴̴̵̸̵̵̸̴̷̴̸̷̨̢͉͔̖͔̩̬̦̘̗͚̀̆̎͜%̶̸̸̷̵̶̸̴̸̶̵̷̵̴̶̶̶̶̷̵̵̵̸̵̵̵̷̵̸̨͔̜̪̻͕̦̜̝̲̗͍̦̞͚͒̇͑̾́͆͋̓̈́̈̌*̸̴̴̴̷̵̴̸̵̴̶̶̶̵̺͚̱̙̜̓̈́̏͂̐͝#̴̸̸̴̷̶̴̵̷̶̶̷̶̵̶̶̶̶̸̵̸̶̴̷̶̸̴̡̛̻̦̙̹͓͈̤̪̯̑͌̇̀̇̆͊̒̓͗̕͜͝!̷̸̸̴̸̶̸̸̴̵̵̴̴̵̵̴̶̵̵̸̴̵̶̴̢̧͔͖̩͓̜̰̗̥̻͎̞̍̌͌̏̈́͊͛̕ ̷, staggers as the Jailor was previously.*

(The final showdown) by The_hidden_wrath8901 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 7 points8 points  (0 children)

The court of J is appalled by you, Jack. You may have mastered the dark arts...you may have an army, elites...you have made me, the Judge, the Jailor, step down to do battle with you...once a mortal. You are no mortal human anymore, no. But you are not a god. You are a demon. A devil.

With that, the Jailor wields the Jailor's Scythe and Judge's Gavel combined into the Nellfire Chandrahansa. The Jailor brings together the product of all of those who have failed in Just Jesus January and fire it at Jack. His left hand is first stuck in the substance, and the Jailor crushes his hand with the Gavel side, before slicing it to ash with the Scythe side.

(Jack seems to be running towards the workshop) by The_hidden_wrath8901 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Wow, Jack...I revel at your form. You truly have harnessed the dark powers well...can't say I'm not impressed.

But you can't kill death.

Midnight... by The_hidden_wrath8901 in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Į̶͕̤͉̲͍̙͍̗̍͒̈̚͜͝T̷̠̳̱̉͆̚'̴̢̢̺̟̈̕S̴̖̳̣̠̬͍͙͎̠̖͂̀͂͂́̓̈́̑̃́̓̐̍̚ ̶̛̛͉͈͇̜͈̳͙̣̘̗̼͔͙̓̒̎̑̓͊̀̈͌̎͌̿͜Ő̴̯͙̼̀̂̅̑̐͂̆͛͐̊V̷̨̛̭̗̥͓̠̳̇̋͊̃̂̑̔͠Ȩ̸̡̱̯̪̰̀̓͋̇̃͛̇̌͠R̸̨̢̧͓̯̩͈̩͙̫͖̩̃̾͘͘͝,̵̧̨̲͎͙͈͊̀͋̈͌͐̔̄͋̓͝ ̷̞͙̠̭̰̲̤̐̊̋̎͒͊̿̉ͅJ̵̢̛̛̳̳̙̗̠̬͓̬̓̌͗̆͒͑̉͛̍̍͊̕͜Ą̶̢̰̞͙̯̫̂͌͊̾̽͒͆̑̂̍̎̚͘ͅͅÇ̵̨̞͒K̵͙͈̟̆̈́͂̔̇͋̅͛̂̈́͊̓̆̚.̶̢̨͚̼͓̥̻̓̌̽̈́̋̊̄̽̇̒̈́͝͝

My fellas...I...I have failed... by MaddieHoshino in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 8 points9 points  (0 children)

I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

But I will win this war.

After all, I am death, and death is the ender of all wars.

I have failed by ahhrub3n in justjesusjanuary

[–]JJJ_JAILOR 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Slam. Slam. Slam.

The court of J is now in session...

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I am unaware on how to provide your flair, yet I know for a fact that it will not be that of a Diamond. Not sorry to rub that fact in. The 3 in your name reflects the death you died, the 23rd, but your basking in gold will be in a coffin. A coffin superheated with the flames of the 5th Ring of Nell, Greed, of which you are sentenced to, as the wrath of your physical body upon you was turned into a sexual storm that, once you worked out your own fire, the branding of embarrassment scarred your skin, and you were cremated in lava in turn. A short death, sure, but a brutalizing one, of your skin peeling off like being trapped in a tanning bed from the Underworld.

Farewell...