Author Topic: The Sanity Project [Everyone's a Little Crazy]  (Read 4348 times)

aye op make some disasters :(

"I think he's knocked out, I have some food from the oil rig, can I come inside?"
I look up when I hear the man start speaking. "I... I dont think the boat will fit more than... 4? Or was it 8? Maybe 1?" I start feeling embarrassed and lay back down.

"I think she's loosing it."

"Im just... Tired... Or something..."

"I think she's loosing it."
Loosing (pron. loo-sing)
Present participle of the verb "to loose," which means:
"chanting in the bathroom" (cf. [1])
"freeing", as in "setting loose" (Loosing the hounds of war)
"causing to be loose" (Loosing a knot)
"letting fly" (Loosing an arrow)
"making less strict" (Loosening of trade restrictions)

One of the rigs off in the distance explodes, followed by a very faint "WOO!"
That scream of excitement was coming from me as I sat in the boat with a cooler full of of beer I got from the employee 'lounge'. I also found a newspaper and a lighter, but I could only make one molotov. I set it in the cooler with the lighter and drank the other two beers as I watch the fire from the oil rig. I wasted my flare, but whatever.
« Last Edit: October 19, 2012, 02:51:25 PM by Jokey365 »

Holy stuff, lol. I know everyone is insane, but you guys are loving crazy with your pyromaniac stuff.

I remain laying in the boat, not moving

I saw the other rig, and hear a "Woo"
"Now that's what I like to hear!"

I hear the man in my boat say something, I ignore him and begin to rant about cats.

I begin floating along, not caring what I would run into.


I finish off the last beer and toss it into the ocean. I was lying on my back waiting to run into something. After a few minutes, I get bored and decide to look up. I spot a boat. Somebody short and ugly was in it. More fun for me. I pull my molotov out of the cooler and ready the lighter, then I lie down again so I won't be spotted.

"I saw you light that."

I suddenly bump into another boat. Well that was unexpected. Hm. What to do... what to do. I decide to go for the pity approach, hoping this motherforgeter has some sense of empathy. "Oh god, please don't hurt me!" I cry out, shaking and curling up.

did you bump into jokey or me