You should welcome me and stuff.

[Kidege]

Hi Gameshow. I'm welcoming you and stuff. Hope you find what you want in this place, be it deep essays or randomosity.

 

[chocolate]

Melt and meld together. You'll become just one great sweet, liquid mass, united in chocolate bliss.....

(This is so fun to visualize! After it hardens, are their legs sticking out and wiggling? )

 

[Fukyo]

Not burn, dear Fukyo...

mmmelt

Melt and meld together. You'll become just one great sweet, liquid mass, united in chocolate bliss.....

you can thank me any time you like.

This is just plain disgusting.
And I visualized it.


You've just killed my love for cocoa based candy...

 

[loveofreason]

Noooo....

I haven't have I?

Really?

 

[Melkor]

Of course...well know that that sort of thing would involve consciousness and battles of the inner mind.

I would win of course...and look just the same, only with darker hair, a serbian accent and chocolate eyes.

 

[Fukyo]

So you'd have some of my traits then...
But I don't have an accent.

 

[Artifice Orisit]

Melkor is coated in chocolate, with Fukyo likewise stuck to him...

*Just to make sure there is no confusion, Cognisant melts chocolate (the person) and pours her over the Melkor/Fukyo sculpture. Then after taking a moment to admire his now solidified work he transports the sculpture to a fat camp and rings the dinner bell.*

Have fun

 

[loveofreason]

Nonono...

Confusion has already prevailed!

There is no longer any Fukyo. There is no Melkor. And the only chocolate involved is the type that comes from cocao beans.

All that remains is One Great Chocolate Melkyo.

And it's holding a gun.

 

[Artifice Orisit]

*Sigmund Freud has hijacked Cognisant's computer*

Hmm interesting, "loveofreason" if that is indeed your true name, by the analysis of your message and the words used therein I do intend to discover what mental aliment is bothering you. Lets begin with your depiction of "Melkyo" whom I recognize as a combination of your animus and shadow self, covered in chocolate, which is a clear symbol of desire.
Thus far I hypothesis that you desire to integrate the repressed subconscious elements of your animus and shadow self into your conscious. This combined with the symbolism of the pistol, a classic phallic symbol, leads me to the conclusion that you are failing at your attempt for self reconciliation and physiological self actualization due to negative preconceptions against the symbolism of your inner masculinity.
To be more succinct, you have daddy issues. Bang.

*Freud has been terminated*

We need a thread for bullshit Freudian psychology, it's funny.

 

[FacetiousPersona]

I could never take some of Freud's theories seriously.

 

[loveofreason]

*Sigmund Freud has hijacked Cognisant's computer*

Hmm interesting, "loveofreason" if that is indeed your true name, by the analysis of your message and the words used therein I do intend to discover what mental aliment is bothering you. Lets begin with your depiction of "Melkyo" whom I recognize as a combination of your animus and shadow self, covered in chocolate, which is a clear symbol of desire.
Thus far I hypothesis that you desire to integrate the repressed subconscious elements of your animus and shadow self into your conscious. This combined with the symbolism of the pistol, a classic phallic symbol, leads me to the conclusion that you are failing at your attempt for self reconciliation and physiological self actualization due to negative preconceptions against the symbolism of your inner masculinity.
To be more succinct, you have daddy issues. Bang.

*Freud has been terminated*

We need a thread for bullshit Freudian psychology, it's funny.

IT'S ALL TRUE!!!

*cries*

*wonders...* will my shadow self escape and express feelings?

...why didn't my father love me?

...should I get a gender re-assignment?

...what if I kill my father?

...Cog... will you be my Daddy?

At least I'm not the one who stuffed their anima in the garbage disposal.

geez. Cog... so much scary truth in your analysis... I feel like I should pay you​

 

[Artifice Orisit]

...what if I kill my father?

...Cog... will you be my Daddy?

At least I'm not the one who stuffed their anima in the garbage disposal.

geez. Cog... so much scary truth in your analysis... I feel like I should pay you​

...wait, do you want me to be your daddy so you can kill me?

...The idea of a homicidally insane daughter with aspirations of killing me is slowly gaining appeal; it is as classical an end that any antagonist could ever hope for.

As for my Anima, I believe she is in hiding; I've developed a taste for Frank Sinatra music, so she must be safely tucked away in there somewhere.
Fly me to the moon, let me dance among the stars,
Let me see what spring is like on, a Jupiter and Mars

geez. Cog... so much scary truth in your analysis... I feel like I should pay you

It was intended purely for humor value, any relation to the truth is coincidence.

 

[loveofreason]

...wait, do you want me to be your daddy so you can kill me?

You noticed!

...The idea of a homicidally insane daughter with aspirations of killing me is slowly gaining appeal; it is as classical an end that any antagonist could ever hope for.

Just think of the excitement. Any day could be your last....

As for my Anima, I believe she is in hiding; I've developed a taste for Frank Sinatra music, so she must be safely tucked away in there somewhere.
Fly me to the moon, let me dance among the stars,
Let me see what spring is like on, a Jupiter and Mars

Well, she has good taste.

It was intended purely for humor value, any relation to the truth is coincidence.

That's OK. I'm fictional.

 

[Artifice Orisit]

Well, she has good taste.

Do you imply I don't have good taste?

...Cog... will you be my Daddy?

...alright, I agree. Yay I'm doomed

 

[Fukyo]

Holly shit...

Deja vu...

 

[loveofreason]

Eeeek!
... now you mention it...
and I truly am so screwed up even the word Daddy makes me cringe....

it can only end in death.

Cog... just say no. Don't tempt me to patricide....

I feel ill....

 

[Artifice Orisit]

*laughs manically* hmm, just say no... okay, but first

Who's your Daddy? *ROTFL*

okay, okay, I disown you.

 

[loveofreason]

There is not much I find truly personally disturbing.

In fact I think you may have just exhausted the limits. There is no single phrase in the English language that I find more offensive.

From here on out Cognisant, we are at war.

*slaps Cog with a chain gauntlet*

(Christ, honestly... of all the things you could have said you had to go and say that?)​

 

[Artifice Orisit]

How could I not say it? It was the ultimate funny opportunity. A once in a lifetime chance.

*prepares to slap lor back* ... *prepares again to slap lor* ... damn
I can't hit women, it's not in my nature.

*pulls out two artificially intelligent swords and throws one to lor*
Much better (technically the sword hits you, not me)

 

[loveofreason]

*narrows eyes...*

Yes... once in your very short lifetime my friend...

*slices Cognisant till he resembles steel wool*

 

[Artifice Orisit]

A fluffy, fuzzy, steel wool teddy bear with glowing red eyes. Damn that's cute.
*hugs a random passer by, much screaming ensures as their flesh is torn from their bones*

Who else will hug me?
*The gore covered steel wool teddy bear advances on Lor*

Huuugggzzz,

 

[loveofreason]

ewwwww..... GROSS!!!!

*runs away screaming and hides*

 

[Artifice Orisit]

Huuugggzzz,
*The steel wool teddy bear slowly chases after Lor*

Somewhere deep inside the bloody mechanical mess, a standby light flicks on.
Cognisant: Huh, where am I?
Animus: You are here.
Cognisant: And where is here?
Animus: Where you are.
Cognisant: ...
Animus: You are on an inner journey.
Cognisant: Where?
Animus: To a revelation
Cognisant: What revelation?
*After a flash of light the animus looks like yoda*
Animus: To discover that, this journey's purpose is.
Cognisant: ... and why did you turn into yoda?
Animus: Paying attention, you are not. Lots of patience, I do not have.

(To be continued)