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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Dec 2, 2004 14:15:37 GMT -5
*sigh* well, this is what happens when you start an Insane Society! I must face the consequences...
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Post by Master Warious on Dec 3, 2004 13:40:34 GMT -5
*cackles insanely inanely* MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I'm from the darkside? Can you tell? No I didn't think you could. My name can't give me away for it is a Sith name. Ahahahahhaha!
Marik: *sigh* And I live with her too.
Warious: Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha*runs out of air and faints*
Marik: Finally...
Hook: What happened here?
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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Dec 3, 2004 19:45:08 GMT -5
*hands Insane Sith Pirate a hat* Did you get one of these?
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Post by Snake Lady on Dec 4, 2004 0:48:04 GMT -5
can i have an insane pirate hat??
I can use it as a house... it will fit my coils nicely
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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Dec 4, 2004 13:23:11 GMT -5
*hands Snakelady an embroidered hat* Here you go. It says: I am an Insane Whiner. I belong to the Skywalker Asylum.
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Post by Snake Lady on Dec 4, 2004 15:07:42 GMT -5
HURRAH
[goes inside and sets up furniture]
who wants to come over for a party??
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Post by Cloud on Dec 4, 2004 18:12:15 GMT -5
*waves hand* OH, ME ME ME ME! PICK ME! I wanna come! I'll bring pizza!
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Post by Master Warious on Dec 5, 2004 17:22:48 GMT -5
*wakes up* Oh yay! A hat! *puts it on head* THANKIES! *hugs Shade*
Marik: Oh great...-_-' she has a pirate hat.
Hook: ^_^ Looks good on you!
Warious: *hugs Hook* Thanks!
Hook: Let go please?
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Dec 6, 2004 11:00:33 GMT -5
I am happy and scared and excited because I am insane. Well, more than that. Okay, here's my whiny contribution to the Skywalker Asylum:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT'S FINALS WEEK AND I HAVE SOOOO MUCH STUDYING TO DOOOOOO!!! I HAVE TWO FINALS TODAY! AND I'M HERE POSTING! WHAT'S UP WITH THAT!? OH, and I have my acting class' final on Thursday, which shouldn't be too bad. It's about a slightly insane person (okay, VERY insane) trying to get a part in an audition. Hee hee.
Now I'll shut up. *goes back to playing with fuzzy dust bunny.*
Chicken: Ba-kawk?
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Post by Master Warious on Dec 6, 2004 15:24:29 GMT -5
Hey Shade? Can we have an "Insane RPG" where we all have to escape the asylum? Please?
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 6, 2004 15:42:39 GMT -5
Ooooo..... escap-ay!!!!!! FWEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
*starts building a nuclear waste plant out of the dust bunnies on the floor*
Heh.... I sympathize, Maeg. 'Cept, I have a fitness final... and I have to formulate a 20 minute aerobic routine with music and all... *shudders* I'm not out of shape, in fact, I'm in pretty good shape.... BUT I WRITE, NOT BOUNCE, FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!!!!!
*deep breath* I think I'm gonna do it to Relient K.... *smirk*
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Post by Cy Otauna on Dec 7, 2004 18:11:04 GMT -5
*spurt of uncharacteristic whining* What is being done to Reliant K?! They deserve not punishment, for they hath a new CD! And what I shall now whine about is being forced to run around in gym class! Around and around in circles, around and around and around and around in circular circulating circles...it is enough to make one INSANE!! Luke: Funny how when she whines she begins to speak in Elizabethan. s: What beith wrong about that? DOTH THOU WANT TO WHINE ABOUT IT?
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Dec 10, 2004 15:48:06 GMT -5
Ooohhh... thou hast seen the sooth that comith o whining, thou foul beast of whinyness! Get thee back to the firy chasm wence thou hast comith from!
Anakin: Ok.... that made little sense.
Tiana: AHA! THOU MUSTN'T ALLOW THYSELF TO SPEAK NARRY BUT THIS WHICH HAS BEEN SPOKEN UNTO THOU, FOUL WORM! WHINE NOT, OR THOU SHALT DIE!
Anakin: *confused*
Tiana: Well, thou forgetith that confusion beith naught but the point, for none but fate and crack'd mirrors shalt pass when thus hast came.
Anakin: Someone's been reading too much Hamlet.
Tiana: Alas, THOU HAST BROKEN THE SPEECH AGAIN! LEARN TO SPEAK THAT WHICH HAS BEEN SPAKEN UNTO THEE, AND THUS SHALL ONE BECOME. To be OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION! Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outragous fortune, or to take arms against an endless sea of troubles, and by apposing, end them. To die, to sleep, perchance to dream...
Anakin: *runs*
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Post by Cy Otauna on Dec 10, 2004 18:51:07 GMT -5
Thou art well versed, Eowyn of the most noble family of Skywalkers. Tho there beith the realization that whining couldst produce fair results, beith it but used wisely...
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 11, 2004 12:01:18 GMT -5
Generally it just gets me kicked out of stuff.... or my grade docked... Not that I whine that awful much, just when we have to do somewhere around a couple hundred lunges in the snow... that was miserable.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Dec 12, 2004 12:24:49 GMT -5
Lunges doth create pain and suffering, therefore leading to the dark side. Fencing necissitates them...however you spell that far to S and C-full word.
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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Dec 12, 2004 16:37:05 GMT -5
*is suddenly very confused* Ah, don't mind me...as long as you can understand each other...
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Dec 12, 2004 17:22:54 GMT -5
Alak, it seemith that within these thread's barren walls comeith another. Hail and well met, my thick headed Padawan. Faugh, what nonsense rests beneath they thunk skull is naught but trod grass beneath the hoofs of a goat.
And tis sooth that many things will lead to that darkened path that is the darkside. But tis also sooth that I shall not fear to face it. *yells* FEAR IS THE MINDKILLER, I WILL FACE MY FEAR, I WILL LET IT PASS THROUGH ME, I WILL NOT BE AFRAID!
And, alas, t'was e'er a point, tis flown away now, and hass passed the trails once trodden by fate.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Dec 12, 2004 18:30:47 GMT -5
I hath seen the point, and it was fleeing most rapidly toward another site, a site where there reignith the evils of sanity and normalcy.
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Post by Vanacoriel on Dec 14, 2004 20:33:58 GMT -5
To catch a falling star would be to light up the very inside of the sky. I did not understand what "THEY" meaning mon parents were talking about.
*makes self comfortable for loooooooooong think*
Lard: and now we travel deep into the mind of Van
*looks at barren waste land* rihgt....* is attacked by some sort of strawberry monster*
AHHHH!
Vanacoriel: *snicker* i'll miss him...ahahah
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