I am not Bob. YOu are all Bob. Perhaps as an aggregate Bob, perhaps as a divide Bob. But you are still Bob. I am not Bob. Understood? Good, good. I speak to Bob. To you. Bob is divided into many different people, all with different names, personalities, interactions . . . but you are all Bob. Spencer is bob. Elizabeth is Bob. Pierce is Bob. Jonnycakes? Yes, he is also Bob. Bob is togetherly apart, apartly together. None of you are Bob, yet all of you are Bob. Bob's core is the center of a multi-way tug-of-war on a stage of personalities . . . I speak to Bob, Bob replies, speaks amongst Bob, and I speak directly to parts of Bob. Bob is in an octagonal room. I am as well. Bob does not have the keyboard. I do.
Me: This is . . . something new . . . something old . . . but also new . . . the mentality of the old . . . in the package of the new. Is it . . . sanityun? No. Saunnity? No. Usnanity? No. It is . . . Unsanity. Let it begin.
Chill: Ummmm . . . so you're not letting me be in on this?
Me: What? Of course you're in on this. We're the ones who aren't Bob. They're all Bob.
Chill: Is Bob the final creation of unsanity?
Me: No, He is the observations of it. Pieced into many people pieced into Bob.
Moat: A continuation of the Aftermath, mayhaps? Tussla: I wouldn't know, I was never in it. Alt: Overly unsane, this one is. Manta: Extremely confus-- confuzzling. Mind-Moat: Shall I confuse you more? Insane Moat: KILLLLLL!!! Tussla: WHAT?! Me: Shut up. All of you. *murmurs of rebellion* Me: NOW!
Tussla: I can rule what I want. AK47's are very scary. Alt: No you cannot. Bob: NEITHER OF YOU SHALL RULE! I AM BUT THE ONLY MASTER! Me: I have a headache. SHUT YOU MOUTHS!
Alt: AK-47s aren't scary. I grind them with my teeth and season my breakfast cereal with them. Bob is a small idea of mine, a creation on a whim. I am the be-all, end-all master of unsanity.
Tussla: SHUT YOU MOUTHS!
Alt: *opens mouth*
Tussla: *puts grenade into Alt's mouth*
Alt: *passes grenade through nose, launches it towards the other end of the octagonal room*
Tussla: *shoots Alt with Ak-47*
Alt: *collects bullets, grinds them with teeth and puts them on breakfast cereal* Nothing like a little lead to start off your day.
Tussla: *singing* In the night, a hunter stalks, He'll open your doors, he'll pick your locks. When he gets you, you will know, That his aim is not high nor low.
He'll rip out you guts, He'll eat you liver. He'll hang you on struts, And eat you for dinner.
You heart is free game, Your spleen is his, He'll lynch you in pain, He'll make you fizz.
He's in it for death, None will stop him. He's in it for pain, None can stop him. He's in it for misery, None will stop him.
Justice he'll meet, But not right now. He'll eat your meat, He'll slice you like a cow.
He's an animal, And your his prey. You've heard his call, So sleep and pray.
Tonight you die, In horrid pain. You know he'll lie, He'll always raise cain.
He's in it for death, None will stop him. He's in it for pain, None can stop him. He's in it for misery, None will stop him.
Alt: That's annoying. Quiet. Tussla: My favorite song. I wrote it about you, ya know. Insane Moat: *brutally murders Alt and Tussla*
Alt: Ah yes, I love being murdered brutally. Good wake-up call, thanks Insane Moat. Besides, I'm invincible. Totally. Go ahead, if you want to do all that stuff I'll carve myself up for you. But it will have no effect on me.
Alt: *carves self up so Tussla can cannibalize him*
Tussla: *cannibalizes Alt*
Alt: Haha, that did nothing!
Tussla: But I devoured you!
Alt: And in about ten seconds, the poisons in my bloodstream will set in.
Tussla: *pukes out bloody foam, turns into a toaster*
Alt By the way, the last stanza of the song is totally about me. I'm in it for misery, and none will stop me.
Altassassins: Not if we can help it!
Alt: You guys again? *sighs*
Altassassins: *kills Alt*
Alt: *is dead*
Altassassins: Haha, yes!
Alt: Is dead. Oh crap, I forgot to speak the asterisks! My cover is blown! *kills Altassassins with a deep-fried banjo*
Tussla: *is alive* You realize I have just as much power as you? Go ahead. Roast me alive. Alt: *roasts Tussla* *eats him* Tussla: [isaghosttalking]Ah yes. The plastic explosives should take effect any second now.[/isaghosttalking] Alt: *blows up* Tussla: *is alive again* This is the life. *continues singing*
Alt: You must not know anything of the NES or the Aftermath. I am the god of these areas. I can do anything. Your power is close to mine, but only I am the supreme being here. Fer srs. For there to be anything as powerful as me contradicts the story of the unsanity. So, you may think that you are as powerful as me, but you are not. Only I have complete knowledge of the history and meaning of unsanity. In here, that is true power.
Bob: What about me?
Alt: Tussla is part of you. Try jumping.
Bob: *jumps*
Tussla: *jumps involuntarily*
Alt: That is where your power is limited, Tussla. You are Bob. I am not.
Tussla: I have rewritten the rules. Bob is one separate being, and we are separate consciousnesses. We are the same, but we are separate. Alt: You obviously do not understand-- Tussla: Oh I understand. Crystal clear. But these are my posts, and in my posts, I am God. Alt: THIS IS MY REALM! Tussla: My post. :P Me: QUIET! Riou: Take this somewhere else. Everyone: NO!
