Insane Asylum.

[Ripred the Gnawer]

*hides in box*

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

*Ronald Ze Riveting River Rat iz avready 'oidin' inzoide zaid box*

[Ripred the Gnawer]

No, it's my box. The purple diamond-plated one with pink pillows and light blue blankets inside.

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

*Ronald Ze Riveting River Rat iz in zaid box*

[Russa Nodrey]

*Pokes box*

[Ripred the Gnawer]

Why dost thou act in this manner, prithee?

[Kade Rivok]

*A life-sized Otterbadger plushie sits in a cell.  Watching.  Waiting.*

[Ripred the Gnawer]

FLOOOOOF!

[Kade Rivok]

*Yes, the live-sized Otterbadger plushie is exceedingly floofy.*

[Ripred the Gnawer]

 

[Kade Rivok]

*You feel drawn towards the Otterbadger plushie.*

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Dinnae gae tovardz zat, Ripred! It vill devour ye!

[Kade Rivok]

*You feel like you need to ignore HIAG, Rip.  The life-sized Otterbadger plushie is huggable, flooffy, and it wants to be your friend.*

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Dinnae dae it!

[Ally046]

Ya know, this topic may be a singular topic titled insane asylum, but I have the feeling that the cellars as a whole is the real insane asylum. I mean, we all have discovered that once you enter you can't leave, and you further dissent into mental disarray.