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Started by Lady Ashenwyte, April 03, 2016, 10:20:39 AM

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Lady Ashenwyte

*Uses Anti-PPing amulet to banish baby turtle*

That's better.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Lady Ashenwyte

*Steeples fingers*

It seems the troll known as Skarzs plans to take over my throne. Time to do something about it.

The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Faiyloe

Asylums don't have thrones. They have cool spinny desk chairs and old wood desks and lots of files cabinets. If you are looking for a psychologist I am open for higher. (I am a psychology major)  I would love to put together psychological evaluations of the inmates. Russa's case is particularly fascinating.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Lady Ashenwyte

It's a spinny desk throne.

You're hired. Don't kill any of the inmates yet.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

The Skarzs

Quote from: Lord Ashenwyte on September 16, 2016, 10:17:42 AM
It seems the troll known as Skarzs plans to take over my throne.
I don't want your toilet, thank you very much.
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Faiyloe

 ::) I don't kill my subjects. The practice of psychology involves the study of thought processes and behavior. Neither of those are possible when you are dead.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Delthion

* Delthion eats Faiy, apparently Faeries don't taste very good, so I spit her back out. ;D
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Russa Nodrey

Quote from: Faiyloe on September 16, 2016, 01:41:41 PM
Asylums don't have thrones. They have cool spinny desk chairs and old wood desks and lots of files cabinets. If you are looking for a psychologist I am open for higher. (I am a psychology major)  I would love to put together psychological evaluations of the inmates. Russa's case is particularly fascinating.
*Pauses from beating a lampshade with a sledgehammer* Really?
Freddy

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Russa Nodrey

That poor little hologram.
Freddy

Delthion

*Eats every hologram of Russa and Freddy the Froad in the Insane Asylum, then eats the real Freddy the Froad that is in the Insane asylum.* ;D
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Russa Nodrey

Ah, but Freddy isn't in the Insane Asylum. ;D He's visiting relatives.
Freddy

Delthion

Ah...*Tracks down the real Freddy the Froad, and eats him.* There we go! Wouldn't want him to feel left out now would we?
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

The Skarzs

I read about a case where a woman didn't get the attention she wanted from her husband and went insane because of it, and ended up believing the married some foreign lord in Britain and had a new baby every day, saying to the doctor "I had another baby last night".
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Russa Nodrey

Freddy