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.
"Frank! Get back over here!" F: Whut? Uh, I'm kinda busy being strangled. And >.<'d at. "Gah... Gimme that bottle. Here, Insane Moat. Stop strangling Frank, Parry, and you can have some, too." Insane Moat: Precious... Paranoid Moat: But... But... It's all a conspiracy! *hides in closet* F: Uh, thanks... *swigs rum* "What the hell!?" F: Whut? I've always got some on me... I am a pirate you know. "Yeah, yeah... I'm going back up." *poof* F: Yo ho ho, matey.
Jonathan: The Poetry Contest has been judg- Wileix: Oops, we don't care. The motherland has still not destroyed the US so I say it's still a total loss and- Paranoid Moat: I TOLD YOU THE RUSKIES WERE AFTER US! Manta: Ow...mah ears are bleedin... Insane Moat: *drinks wine and goes even more insane. Starts biting everyone in sight, strangely reminscent of the Grammar Nazi Cat* Sweet Moat: That's it! Stop fighting. *stops fighting* Gay Moat: I wath about to thay that. Sweet Moat: Jess and Nicho, you've never had Thanksgiving? Jess: Nope Nicho: No Sweet Moat: Well, that settles it! We're giving you guys- Skye: > Sweet Moat: I mean, guy and gals, a Thanksgiving feast. Mind-Moat: Yeah! We can drown them in stuffing! Sweet Moat: It'll be the perfect Thanksgiving experience for them! It's brilliant. I'll get the stuffing and the cranberry sauce, and you- wait, what? Drown them in stuffing? Mind-Moat: Yup! Insane Moat: Kewl! *snaps fingers and giant vat of stuffing appears* Tussla: How...did...that...get here?! Insane Moat: BOB! BOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOB! *jumps in stuffing* Jonathan: Okay...he's officially crazier than he was before, which is really saying something. Wileix: And here I was thinking he really was as far off his rocker as he could go. Paranoid Moat: TEH RUSKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *jumps in stuffing* Nicho: Is anyone going to save them? F: *rubbing throat* I could save him, by taking my pirate boat into the stuffing vat and rescuing him. But since Parry just strangled me, I think the answer is no. Manta: It's too bad, Nicho and Jess. Thanksgiving really is awesome. Their version of it is just a little...convoluted. Mind-Moat: No, we have the perfect idea! Now, let's push our "friends" into the vat of stuffing!
Tussla: No, only me, Moat, and Manta are. See? Wileix: Yup. Tussla: And Moat, I think you should let me take care of the thanksgiving preparations. Everyone's invited, and the food isn't poisoned or lethal! And no Skye, you do not have to give anyone something, unless maybe food, if you can. If not, bring my a big vat of oil. Vegetable oil, preferable.
Insane Moat: I'm insulted! Everyone knows I'm the best cook! Straight Moat: How did you get back? Insane Moat: Homicidal Moat saved me from the stuffing, no thanks to you people. >=[ Frank: Well, where's Paranoid Moat? *slowly raising hands to cover throat* Paranoid Moat: *crawling in, covered completely with stuffing* H...Hello. Tussla: Wait...whoa...does that mean that Homicidal Moat is here? Moat: It would seem so. Insane Moat: Yup. Moat: But...no...no! Jess: What's the problem with Homicidal Moat being back? Straight Moat: It's kind of in the name. Jess: Oh...no... Manta: I was wondering what happened to Homicidal. How come he hasn't been here? Jonathan: Classified information. Manta: But...he murdered people every time he appeared. Mind-Moat: No, actually. He had severe anger issues, and tried to murder people every time he appeared, but no, he never actually killed anyone. Manta: Oh, I see. So what did he do that got him in real trouble? Jonathan: Like I said, classified information. Homicidal Moat: *walks up* Hello. I believe you were talking about me? The Moats: *awkward looks* Skye: So can we have our Thanksgiving feast now?
Tussla: Yes Skye, so long as we keep everyone except the main Moat and Jonnypiecakesterpudding away from the food. Moat: Okay. MOATS! LEAVE! *all the Moats vanish* Tussla: Now we can proceed.
Jonathan: To tell the truth, only Homicidal, Insane, Paranoid, and Mind need to be kept away from the food. Sweet Moat is a really good cook... Moat: In short, he's asking if the non-dangerous Moats can be brought back. Jonathan: *baby eyes*
Jonathan: *sigh* I suppose I'll have to settle for that. Straight Moat and Gay Moat do get into spats sometimes and play pranks...okay. Sweet Moat, you can come out now! Sweet Moat: *appears, with all the other Moats* Mind-Moat: I can't believe Jonathan sent us to Kansas, of all places. The place with the wi- Jonathan: SWEET! ONLY YOU! Sweet Moat: Fine, you don't have to yell at me...*makes the other Moats disappear* Tussla: *annoyed sigh* And now we can assume that all this food we've made has somehow been contaminated. *dumps the food* Sweet Moat: Don't worry, I'll make it all again. *starts cooking*. Jess: Thanks, Sweet. It's really nice of you guys to do this for me and- Sweet Moat: All done! Manta: Holy crap Sweet, how did you do that so fast? *all Thanksgiving foods you can possibly imagine are there* Sweet Moat: Ah...just like Gramma Moat used to make.
I remember the previous version of this also started in this forum a while back. It's been a while, so I'd like to invite people to suggest why this is in here as opposed to, say, Forum Games.
Spencer: For one, to save it from the spam and idiocracy that this always falls subject to. Manta: For two, we're expressing our imaginations and creativity, using our own characters, and building a saga, if you will. Avicus: For three, this isn't quite a game, per se. It's our little imaginarium refuge.
