What's in the moat?

[gmendoza]

NARRATOR: While dreaming about becoming the Royal Oubliette Dweller, Gman; walking in a hazen stupor, haphazzardly slipped on a slimed rock at the bottom of the dungeon, needlessly falling headlong into the deep, dark and damp Oubliette. Thereby becoming the first dweller of said same,forcing the Queens hand to pronounce him the Royal Oubliette Dweller.

NARRATOR: While waking up from his tragic fall into the Oubliette, Gman scurries along the floor, feeling out the demise he put himself into.He feels water,mold and a musty kind of smell.he decides to call it home.The darkness hugs him as he finds a cold corner and falls asleep in the fetal position.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Yup...Blue really needs an assistant. Perhaps BunnyLady would like to apply?

 

[gmendoza]

Yup...Blue really needs an assistant. Perhaps BunnyLady would like to apply?

WAIT QUEEN EM WAIT!!!!!

I can be 'THE ROYAL NARRATOR'

or the royal poet

or the royal scribe

or the royal singer with the lyre kicking me feets in a michigan J frog style whilst singing in limerical tunes.

 

[sourland]

I'm really concerned about Gman!

 

[Bunnylady]

*The heavy, ironclad door groans slowly open in the dim light*

Gee, I didn't think anybody came down here anymore.

Whoa, that's slippery.

All right, who left that trap door open? Someone could fall down there and get hur-

*sniffing* What is that? *sniff, sniff* Smells like . . . .*sniff* . . . . .gluestick?!

Gman! Are you down there?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Bunny, you'll need to submit an application for my and Bluesubs approval, but since you are the only other sane one besides Blue, I think you have a good shot here.

 

[Bunnylady]

Whoops, I didn't see you there, Queen Em!

I am flattered by your apparent faith in me, my Queen. And far be it from me to contradict you, but I have to ask - would a truly sane person be standing in this dark, damp dungeon, looking for Gman?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Well, you're the second sanest. So, as close as we'll ever get.

 

[Spookwriter]

Do you think there's really any sane people here at all?

Look at us...Sane is not a word that comes to mind.

 

[JD4570]

Spook, speak for yourself. As I said before, I'm not mad only a bit tweaked.