Grrr... Argh...

[KaptariMind]

Bojangles doesn't like to have Briggs mentioned?

[FreddysFingers]

It's an 'inside' joke.

[Dr. Briggs]

Now listen here! I, in my vast store of innocent wisdom do not know what these...

>.> <.<

...HEATHENS are talking about, but it is best you disregard it all posthaste. Bojangles may not like talking about me...

...

...But Bojangles... he doesn't talk about much. Not anymore. He is the leader of the dead, but sometimes [SIZE="1"](when the dead rise)[/SIZE], the dead don't take too kindly to being... "spoken of". Do you catch my drift? When they were young, Chef Hefty and her brother, Ginger Zombie lived alone aloooong ways away way out in the backwoods. As you can imagine, food was scarce, and Chef Hefty... she cut out her tongue to feed Ginger Zombie. Do you catch my drift? The dead have strange tastes, very strange, and so do I... BUT THERE'S NO reason why Bojangles wouldn't speak of me. He's just odd like that.

Fredd'ys Fingers is an... odd one as well. I'd suggest you stay far away from Freddy's Fingers. Freddy's Fingers are far from being even. Did I say are instead of is? Well... I did it for a reason. Freddy's Fingers keeps on his person a long knife, if you catch my drift. He knows not what to do with the knife, but it thirsts. It has thirsted for a long time. Freddy's thirsts are odd ones indeed. Some say he drinks 200 proof. I think the truth to what's in his hip flask is far more sinister. But as much as I distruct what comes from his flask, I would distrust his blasphemy all the more. All he says is untrue.

Friiiiiday the 13th, what can I say about Friday the 13th but that she was nearly responsible for my death? Yes. She was. We were on an island. Bojangles told her about the plan to escape but she... she, wasn't hearing it. BOOM BOOM she killed Lokizee and his wife. BANG BANG she shot for Psycho Stitch but the blow was cushioned by the human shield of one of his split personalities. LIE DOWN, YOU'RE DEAD, she had me in the crosshairs, but even as I lie down in the mud, twenty mortal gashes on my person and hearing Kittenslayer's screaming voice for the last time, I knew I had to make it back to camp... needless to say, Stitch and I could attest to what Friday had done... but Bojangles was silent even then, talking as though the incident had never occurred. She still talks as though it never occurred, as though it was "only a game". The mind reels. It reals for the fake.

CarolinePar was like the kind maiden who took this chafing and decomposing ghoul in to recompose himself... but after a while, after a while, I STAYED IN HER HOME FOR A MERE 3 YEARS. SHE preferred I was out after 1! She forcibly removed me like Harry Manback [SIZE="1"](she thought she was cool!)[/SIZE] after 2! I had to hide myself within her walls for the final year until I was discovered again at her family reunion, and then... she rejected me! This place... this place it can do things. I am the victim here...

DragonBlues!! ...DragonBlues just got here a couple days ago so idk.

DAYLIGHT. Daylight... YET UNSEEN that is! I recall she used to pummel Stitch with words like scimitars just as he enjoyed burning her with the incendiary grenades of his own nitroglycerin tongue. JUST LIKE SOME DERANGED PUNCH AND JUDY. Where is she now? WHERE?? Well... you can still see her from time to time... but Stitch? What happened to Psycho Stitch? I don't know. I'd ask HER! No matter how much they may CLAIM I know what happened, I was never responsible for Psycho Stitch!! [SIZE="1"](the ghosts of Loki and Rose will whisper to you, trying to tell you otherwise. NO. I say. NO.)[/SIZE] I was NOT around when he vanished! HER. There was American Psycho... Well, we already had ONE Psycho, and that was PSYCHO STITCH! ...Does that mean PSYCHO STITCH was not American, as we already had one American Psycho? I feel that's the only way it can be explained.

Lilith... is a demon. Ruby... knows. Terrorscribe. Well. He may be a demon all the same. The name of the demon Lilith is in blue. The name of Terrorscribe is in blue. Terrorscribe enscribes terror itself, or so they say. Read what he enscribes, or one day his rage will grow! It never has yet, and it never has before... but I made the prophecy and I know it will! Speaking of prophecies: NicoleMayCanaday. I had plans for NicoleMayCanaday. BIG plans... but Fangenstein spoiled those plans. Look over the chatbox. The old tomes of chat linger for... ever! See how I talked of my plans, see how I talked of my plans to NicoleMayCanaday and Fangenstein and see how they ran away from me like all the others!

uu8602, real name unpronounceable. In reality, the lowest of the demons, decided to take residence in our fine forum. Giver of false hope. Once responded to 20 TOPICS OF MINE... but when I looked to see what was contained within... nothing but SPAM links...

cooltoongirll, along the same lines, but oh so different. Ostensibly a SPAMbot... but SPAMbots do not linger like cooltoongirll does. I fear she is a phantom to be feared like nothing else on TalkHorror.

[DragonBlues]

Ahahahaha!!!! YAY!!!!! :claaaap:

That was totally EPIC!!!

But now I feel I have to admit to a little bit of trepidation. It would seem from your memoir… from your dissertation on the members of this undead crew that jumping ship while I can still swim might be the safest way to survive—a toothy shark being so much easier to escape than a Ginger Zombie, even under the best of circumstances, and from what you’ve said these are not remotely those.

All these comings and goings, mutilations and brutal attacks! I know what this is: It’s a MUTINY! Which may be why Bojangles refuses to speak! (Or perhaps he’s merely been another victim of Chef Hefty. Has anyone checked?!)

I was lulled into complacence. I thought this place was safe! But if what you say is true, I’ll soon lose a tongue to the Chef, and God only knows what to Freddy’s Fingers and his long, wicked knife. Friday the 13th doesn’t sound any better, but where can I seek refuge? Not with CarlinePar! Not if she’ll kick me out at the first sign of overstaying my welcome! What kind of guest would I be if I didn’t overstay my welcome?!

And that’s not even what’s worst—that’s not what frightens me. That’s still just the physical, the temporal, the immediate. What really makes me shiver and shake, what has me lowering a life raft on the sly, are the threats of verbal warfare and brutal tongue-lashings. A death of the heart. The slowest death. And that's before the spambots get ahold of your soul! Good God, WHY?! What has this microcosmic world come to? Clearly I'm much too sensitive for this place! Because you’re right! It can do things…

My mind is still reeling. Really.

[Dr. Briggs]

Nah, you gotta stay around. You'll be safe with me. I p-p-promise. I wouldn't lie to you. :jj:

[DragonBlues]

Is this the part where I swoon...?

[Dr. Briggs]

That depends... on an unrelated note, did you drink all of what you were served earlier?

[DragonBlues]

I have a rule about never drinking all of what I'm served.

Ever.

[Dr. Briggs]

That's... GOOD. Psycho Stitch gave it to you! NOT ME.

[DragonBlues]

Oh? And what? If it was from you it would be safe to drink?

[Dr. Briggs]

...why do you doubt the safety of my drinks to drink? Have you been listening to BOJANGLES? :pissed:

[DragonBlues]

*arches eyebrow* How could I? He doesn't speak...

But regardless, why should I trust any drink you give me to drink? Unless, of course, you're willing to drink it first...

[FreddysFingers]

Briggs, that was phenomenal. I sensed a bit of dark poetry in that speech. It was an interesting way putting all the members in retrospective.

[Dr. Briggs]

OH, I have not yet BEGUN to put all the members in perspective! I've seen things you people wouldn't believe, and the volumes I've locked away in my libraries from the likes of YOU could fill this whole forum full to bursting until crushed under the weight of its own exposed intestines!!!

...I simply refrained from telling such secrets as I feared it would startle Ms. Blues and Mr. Mind from my... capable hands even moreso than they are by the treachery I have already detailed! I do not want Mr. Mind and Ms. Blues to run away from me [SIZE="1"]likeLokiandRose...[/SIZE], after all, who would serve them special pre-gametime tea then? Certainly not Psycho Stitch, I mean, look at the awful cup he has served Ms. Blues already... and he hasn't been around in months! ...but he was still the person who gave them that glass.

On that very subject, yes, I know Bojangles doesn't speak. Why else would you not listen to him?? As for me drinking the drink, I think not, as Psycho Stitch made it [SIZE="1"](he's come back now... he is in the shadows circling us all...)[/SIZE]; if you really want me to drink my own drink, here's a drink I'll drink-

*tromps into crawlspace, then tromps out carrying glass of red substance which I won't tell you what it is and drinks*

Here, I'm drinking it. You don't even have to, because it's not my special tea (I can't make another batch now, do not ask me why), in fact even though you can see my drinks are perfectly safe you don't have to drink this because it tastes more horrible than anything else. I call it uu8602.

[FreddysFingers]

There is a meaning in all this. And wasn't uu8602 a spammer or something like that? Oh Briggs, this is why you are awesome.

[KaptariMind]

Briggs! That was friggin' awesome! Really just clinches it for me that you guys are all friggin' nuts.

And I hope that means you blended up that spambot to drink. I'm still mad I went to a welcome party for one of those things. :reddisgust:

[DragonBlues]

*looks at the cup in her hand with distaste, confusion, and a flash of annoyance*

It's strange to have a rather unappetizing beverage pop into one's hands out of nowhere—though not half as strange as even half of what I've seen here so far. Sinister and threatening—in a thinly veiled, nasty sort of way... Maybe we should give it to Freddy. He's looking far too amused.

But then... what, precisely would that say of me? *holds the glass up to the light... watches as the coruscation is lost in the dark, viscous liquid* Fuck it. Fág an bealach! *throws it back*