User:Wendy Black/crazy talk

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Azurial Mentalice

This little girl wonders through Ascalon and mostly the Ashford Abbey spouting off some real crazy talk. Listed here are just a few of the things she might tell you.

• I am a mushroom.
• My brownies are cooking in the bookshelf.
• oops... I dropped reality and it shattered into a pink cloud.
• No Mr. Cat you cannot buy love with bananas.
• No, but can you taste the color green?
• My brother shook his head in disbelief as his body fell off.
• The sun came out and began to rain on me.
• After that the cat wrote me a poem in Charr.
• Then I walked skyward until I came to the place where the Moon touched the Earth.
• If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. If it doesn't matter, it must be antimatter.
• Carry a cat by the tail and you will surely learn something.

She will repeat this verse until someone or something distracts her. She starts spouting if someone calls her (you guessed it) crazy.

Crazy? I was crazy once,

they locked me in a little room.

It was dark in there.

I died there and they buried me,

in cold wet ground.

Worms began to feed on my flesh,

worms make me crazy.

As most users know, there wasn't a lot of trouble with sanity until the searing. Then the Abbey is renamed the Sardelac Sanitarium. As to the cause of Azurial's mental illness it may have been from the fate of her brother she spoke of and his possible demise. None of the monks seem to know her mysterious history.

Other Quotes

Tonight I sit by the fire in my hut, I ponder the age old question. I ask the cat for his pipe but he refuses, because he doesn't want to breath in the second hand smoke. So I take another drink from the man's skull who was killed last night in a violent garden gnome accident. The cat takes a long draw on his pipe and asks me as he exhales rings of purple smoke, "What are you drinking from that man's skull?". I peer into the lime green fluid looking for an answer and the liquid looks back in silent remorse. "It is green.", I answer as I take another drink. Now the fire begins to slowly die, so I stir the coals and toss the cat in to feed the flames. Then I sit back a reflect in silence on that age old question. I ask myself, "What is that age old question anyways?". The cat says nothing but continues to smoke a bit. As I take the last drink from the dead man's skull, he finally states, "Well, I am dry. Do you want to put more green stuff in my skull or just go bowling? I take him bowling and I beat him with a score 235 to his 126. He flirted with some girls so that threw his game off. He went home with one of them. I returned to my hut and toss more cats on the fire to keep it warm. As I turned in, the cat with the pipe pulled his charred remains from the fire and curled up next to me to keep warm. Tomorrow I will drink something blue from his skull. Goodnight.

I was talking to the chair yesterday and told him, "I have rainbow flavored skies." I could tell by the dark green velvet on him he was in disbelief of what I said. I looked at the chair and shouted, "Well if you don't believe me, taste it for yourself!" as I pointed out the window. With that the chair stopped petting the cat and stood up. He slowly moved to the window and gave the glass a lick. He grinned and said, "You are right that is amazing! This is the happiest I will ever be in my whole life!" The sudden reality of his statement began to creep in on him like a forboding darkness. So he put down the cat and threw himself into the fireplace and burn to ash. But it is nice to know he died happy.