
With each determined step, the dangerous prisoner gained knowledge of his purpose. It became clearer and clearer as he got closer to his destination. He was to inherit a very important mantle. With this mantle came great responsibility and power. His true name forever lost in time, decades of solitude and constant abuse left the prisoner with a jaded view towards this alien world and it's inhabitants. It didn't matter what his name was, he wasn't that person anymore. Now he was Comrade JAM, a truly legendary title coveted by all, and known throughout the Brikverse. Men want to be JAM, women want to be with JAM. It's probably the
OT wings thought the prisoner, still astonished at his amazing fortune.

The power of the Comrade JAM mantle meant he could do anything he wanted with amazing degrees of success. Even parkour which, let's be honest, usually ends with face plants and missing teeth.

But Comrade JAM always lands on his feet.

You can toil your whole life, working for your dreams and sometimes when you least expect it, in your most difficult moments something encouraging finally happens. The prisoners morale had improved greatly the more he thought about how much his life would change. He decided though that despite his new found glory he'd stay true to his roots and not be an entitled, elitist asshole.
He rounded the corner to the castle and identified himself to the guard.

Comrade JAM: Hey, uhh... pleased to meet you, I think I'm your new JAM."

SWAD Guard 1: Uhm... pleased to meet you sir."
Comrade JAM: Likewise. What's your name?"
SWAD Guard 1: It's... uhh... Clarence, sir."

Comrade JAM: Nice to meet you Clarence, thanks for your service."
SWAD Guard (Clarence): Thank you sir.
The SWAD member's voice trembled slightly unsure of the new JAM's intentions.

Billy Gibbons: You're the new JAM ain't ya?
Comrade JAM: I am.
Billy Gibbons: Nice t'meet ya, I'm the Reverend Billy F. Gibbons.
Comrade JAM: I'm honored to meet you Reverend, I've heard many tales of your guitar playing, so grateful to have you.

Comrade JAM: This must me my armor. I'm so stoked to try this on.
Billy Gibbons: Go on man, Get the low down.

Comrade JAM: I must address the troops. I have to thank them for everything they've done. Us JAM's share a collective memory, I'm aware of their sacrifices and the last JAM's cruelty and although I love Brikthulu's work, I'm not prepared to sacrifice potential soldiers in my army.
Billy Gibbons: This mean you'll accept Jonah Hex back?

Comrade JAM: I must give this more thought. I understand his reasons but breaking an oath is pretty heavy. I really dunno yet.
Billy Gibbons: Fair enough.

Comrade JAM: Nice meeting you Billy, I'll be back after I address the troops and make an important announcement.

And with that, Comrade JAM soared over his new castle towards the camp of his beloved troops. His head buzzed with the past few days events, still fresh in his mind. He'd never expected that he, a prisoner with a 99 year sentence, to be the new Comrade JAM, but now he was. Life is a funny thing.
"Hey, you try making love to a complete stranger in a hostile, mutant environment, see how you like it."