The Morality of Madness

[Saskwach]

Alright, time to make some bets. I wager five pretend coins that this GEMS kid is start talking about donkey essence in, oh say.... Three days. Any takers?

You're on.

 

[The Potato Lord]

I've got one foot in the grave already, you see, but the other is perching atop the footstool of vigilance, gazing with vigor and fury into the setting sun, daring the fiends to attack its bastion of solidity and integrity. -GEMS

Alrighty first off graves are around 6 feet deep true? So having a foot in a grave is possible whilst standing on level ground by bending the knee of the foot out side of the grave. But! If you're standing on a standardish stool around 1 foot tall you would have to bend your knee even farther to put one foot inside of the grave not even to the bottom which whould cause a shift in weight, and in turn make you fall entirely into the grave. Your metaphor logic is total failure.

Also, The cake is not a lie.

 

[Fire Daemon]

I couldn't help but notice that my second post was not answered by GEMS.

I want to make a roleplay similar to the one with MGG. Any takers?

 

[General Mostly Electrified Steel]

I couldn't help but notice that my second post was not answered by GEMS.

I want to make a roleplay similar to the one with MGG. Any takers?

*Gems.

If my name were an acronym, it would be GMES.

I'll get around to addressing the various delicious, tasty posts in this thread after I return from my psychiatrist sucking down my money.

 

[Fire Daemon]

I couldn't help but notice that my second post was not answered by GEMS.

I want to make a roleplay similar to the one with MGG. Any takers?

*Gems.

If my name were an acronym, it would be GMES.

I'll get around to addressing the various delicious, tasty posts in this thread after I return from my psychiatrist sucking down my money.

Hmmm little suprise there. I don't think he is doing a very good job though. Also if you look around a bit you would find that everyone is calling you gems.

 

[General Mostly Electrified Steel]

*Gems.

If my name were an acronym, it would be GMES.

I'll get around to addressing the various delicious, tasty posts in this thread after I return from my psychiatrist sucking down my money.

Hmmm little suprise there. I don't think he is doing a very good job though. Also if you look around a bit you would find that everyone is calling you gems.

Right back at you.

You said GEMS. Capitalized, like an acronym. My name is "Gems" or "GMES", not "GEMS".

GG, Readman.

 

[Fire Daemon]

Hey GEMS, and yes I mean you General Mostly Electrified Douchebag. Your new name is GEMS, in all caps. That is your community given moniker now. Live it, learn it, love it.

What he said.

 

[Knight Templar]

I'll get around to addressing the various delicious, tasty posts in this thread after I return from my psychiatrist sucking down my money.

Is that where you get your ever changing pictures?

As to my other post- I'm the guy poking him with a stick.

 

[Deadbear]

You know, I really wanted to write some furious retort, but I'm not a fan of huge volumes of bile. Instead I'll simply say: From the mentally ill of the world GEMS,pull your head out of your arse (I'm Australian, so this spelling is correct). Right, now I'm in on qbert4ever's bet, ten invisible, intangible coins says GEMS talks about seeing the "dark heart of the world" in a few days.

Ah, I do love annoying whiny emos, makes me feel all fuzzy inside ;p

 

[Crazyshrink]

Wow...I was catching up on the ZP and see this intresting sounding thread title...

hey Guy Mostly Emiting Shit, morals are held by those who have a sense of morality and morality is itself unatainable by the Insane as it requires that you value other forms of life, you are a emo with a thesaurus and his virginity, as a person who actually has some experience with the insane (3 years in a psych ward) i have to say that insane is not you, you are the opposite of an insane person, you obviously care what we think or you would not "correct" us, you would simply allow us to be wrong, you refer to your hatred of morality and yet you are seeking to protect someone from violating their own sense of it. If you want to be crazy get your mom who is sitting on the couch one floor above your basement bedroom to chain you to a straight backed wooden chair sound proof the room, turn off the lights, put a cricket emitter in the corner then lock you in there for oh i would say until you die. after about a week once youve stopped babling about how much you love the sun and other mens cocks and merriam webster then you'll that you are retarded and hopefuly die.

*****.

 

[General Mostly Electrified Steel]

So play along, Mortal. Play along in this game of death. Play along, because it doesn't mean a thing to you.

Google this thread when you're 21 (or 26, depending on maturity level) and you're going to be sooooo embarrassed.

Pretentiously worded angsty statements about meaningless that backhandedly cater to the poster's own personal fable are the solitary domain of teenagers and those who haven't quite stumbled into adulthood.

Don't wallow in it for too long - there's a pretty cool world out there. If your surrounding s bother you that much, move until you find somewhere that opens your mind up (Maybe somewhere where there aren't any seven elevens?)

and turn that damn Linkin Park album off!

Google this thread after you've acquainted yourself with my other posts (maybe in a week, depending on maturity level) and you'll be sooooooooo embarassed.

Alternatively, google "Gulanzon". My ePeen can't shrivel any more than my real one after the rest of the crap I've smeared over the internet with reckless, pantsless abandon.

And no, sir, the world is not cool. The internet is cool, especially with fuzzy-wuzzy friends like you to frolic amongst the chamomile with. I assure you, weathering the barrage of nonsense Swansy & Sons Inc. hurl at me opens my mind up plenty.

Can you please explain to me what is so wrong about my post?

Yes, and I'll do so... later.

So play along, Mortal. Play along in this game of death. Play along, because it doesn't mean a thing to you.

Now this just disgusts me. Do you think your clever insulting people...calling us mortals like your a god...acting like your the only one that knows the "truth" (or so to speak). You are at the end of the day an Emo. Wake up to yourself. Your not clever, your just a twat.

Correction, i was using my standard inert insult (well, assumedly inert, but it seems to have actually managed to insult you). I'd like you to step back, take ten deep breaths, and re-analyze that statement. Maybe you'll be able to figure out what I actually just said. Or maybe not, because I know you about as much as you know me, really.

oh, gems, i'm sure you'll have a reply, i'm sure you'll come up with some metaphor for my unbearable stupidity, im even sure youll make some assupmtions about me of your own, but lets get one thing straight, your nothing special.

You're an old, worn archetype, you're one of a million others out to prove something to the world, your a little man in a big pond and you really don't want to be.

i may even get banned for this, but gems, your an object of pity, and no matter what you conjure in reply, no matter what your tiny, blazing passion for conflict spits up at me, each and every person here knows it.

lol, ur sily

On the morality of madness:

fish.

So when I depart--if I depart, "So long," I will say, "and thanks... uh, thanks for all the fish."

On the Afterlife- I don't really know, therefore, I'll just enjoy the current life. What's the sense in worrying about something that might not even be there?

Pascal's bet, or something, my dear friend.

If there is a God, and you don't believe, then you go to hell.

If there is a God, and you do believe (and assumedly secure a palce in heaven through whatever ritual your religion requires), you go to heaven.

If there is a God, and you're undecided, then you go to hell.

The odds are therefore stacked against you if you do not believe; and if you do believe, then suicide is murder, and you cannot absolve yourself of murder. So you go to hell.

So basically, there's a whole bunch of pitfalls, and madness is the escape clause.

I think we all went through a little bit of a stage like this when we were teens. You know, you get to that age, say about 15 and you start thinking you know everything and being a dick to everybody. The world is cold and meaningless and you want to destroy it.
Then you meet girls who like you, grow up a bit and before you know it you want a well paying job so you can buy a big TV to go with that games system you have. You discover some of the great things in the world and you get on with it.

Does it really come across as me being a smartass troll? It's not the image I was intending, but I really don't mind rolling with it. You know, if only becuase I'm an insecure teen, pretending to be a sociopath, sitting in my mother's basement, jacking off to animated girls with huge salad-bowl doe-eyes.

And no, I don't want to destroy the world. The world is quite fine how it is, it just dislikes me. But this is Kafka, son. Imagine if you were Neo, fighting Smith. Except what if Smith didn't look like Smith. What if there was no danger. Just an impression, a faint inkling of a shade that something wants to destroy you. An invisible cloud, squatting in the heavens, watching you like a vulture. Perhaps even smirking... or was it you smirking? Perhaps you are one in the same? Perhaps it is inside you? Oh God, get it out, get it out. It is me, it is you. Or are you me? Where do we begin and end?

This is infinately more entertaining to read when you're not posting seriously

Fret not

Go hiss, snake. In the meantime, I think I'll go bathe in the sunlight.

Actually, seeing as how snakes are reptiles, and reptiles are cold-blooded; if I were a snake, I'd need to sunbathe at some stage.

No, this thread is about Gems feeling superior and the rest of us not humouring him. If Gems were really interested in what other people had to say besides pleasuring his ego or indulging his intellectual masochism we might have contributed sensibly. Since he's not, silliness has ensued.

And pray tell, who decides if I'm not being serious? You? Because that damn well sucks. I might as well just give up making any attempts at communication then.

But man, this is starting to sound like real life now, jeez.

Bummer, dudes.

Wow...I was catching up on the ZP and see this intresting sounding thread title...

hey Guy Mostly Emiting Shit, morals are held by those who have a sense of morality and morality is itself unatainable by the Insane as it requires that you value other forms of life, you are a emo with a thesaurus and his virginity, as a person who actually has some experience with the insane (3 years in a psych ward) i have to say that insane is not you, you are the opposite of an insane person, you obviously care what we think or you would not "correct" us, you would simply allow us to be wrong, you refer to your hatred of morality and yet you are seeking to protect someone from violating their own sense of it. If you want to be crazy get your mom who is sitting on the couch one floor above your basement bedroom to chain you to a straight backed wooden chair sound proof the room, turn off the lights, put a cricket emitter in the corner then lock you in there for oh i would say until you die. after about a week once youve stopped babling about how much you love the sun and other mens cocks and merriam webster then you'll that you are retarded and hopefuly die.

*****.

So you've been in a psych ward for three years... and you still brandish your wheat-thresher of Insanity?

Lazy, lazy man.

But I must say, a very solid effort on the troll post! An A++ for actually making me retort to it... however, you did make one mistake...

Well, two.

1) It's horses' cocks, not men's.
2) I use RhymeZone.com. I was not aware Merriam-Webster provided a thesaurus.

Now, I would like to finish up by apologising for interrupting your reading experience with my quotespam. Kindly make good use of the "Report" button underneath my name.

 

[Knight Templar]

*scotty impression*
I'm giving it all I got captain!


Just stop GEMS.(nice call Almightyjoe)You just piss people off and try to get a rise out of us. Just stop all this "better than thou" attitude, you are making your points invalid and jumping in front of a ban-stick. Don't be a smart arse.

Or, GO AWAY!

 

[Fire Daemon]

Correction, i was using my standard inert insult (well, assumedly inert, but it seems to have actually managed to insult you). I'd like you to step back, take ten deep breaths, and re-analyze that statement. Maybe you'll be able to figure out what I actually just said. Or maybe not, because I know you about as much as you know me, really.

Well I just re-analyzed your post and I think I have figured out what you meant. I will tell you what each statement means to me and a large amount of humanity/

The term "So Play along" makes me think that you view us as children. This makes me think that you think you are smarter then us, seen more then us and know more then us. These 3 words make me think that you considred us to be below you as far as maturity and understanding goes.

The word mortal makes me think you beleive us to be unimportant compared to you, that you are more imporatnt, more powerful, more influenceful then us. This makes me think that you think we are worse then you. It also makes me think that you view yourself as a form of god or a god/goddess.

"Play in this game of death" makes me think that you consider life to be a game but it is not a good game, it is a game of death. This makes me think that you see the world (and life) as pain, suffering and death. I don't understand why you think this because you are yet to provide good reason why you think this.

"Play along because it dosn't mean a thing to you" makes me think that you think we don't know how "horrible" life is. That we go one with life like a puupet, just dancing around while you are the puppet whithout strings, you beleive you are the one who is not controlled, the one who see's things the way they are etc etc.

From your statement I can conclude that you think you are above us because you think that the world is shite but we don't share your views.

Also you have yet to tell me how the first post I made in this thread is wrong. I am still waiting.

 

[General Mostly Electrified Steel]

Well, Fire Daedra, I'd say that you'd managed to misread my post.

However, feminists do not misread Othello, and, arguably, nor do the rabidly pro-Labradorians.

And, since you are essentially smacking my feeble, mortal frame with a class-action lawsuit (by represent "Humanity"--whoever they are), I would like to inform you and Humanity that I'm used to people recognising when I'm playing everything up to a ridiculous level. I appreciate, however, that the internet never did manage to convey a healthy flailing of limbs well. No, not well at all.

And my friend, patience is a virtue. You have to keep ahead of my mighty perfection however you can.

 

[Hey Joe]

...

This leads me to believe that the only fate I could tolerate is absolute madness. Morally speaking, then, is it wrong for someone to assist my descent into absolute and unflinching psychosis?

Perhaps your entertaining me is assistance? Perhaps a response would be... criminal.

Here I thought you were some kind of AI, but yet you ask for insanity and madness. You can not go mad, you can only have a programming error.

Once you die, you will not go into any life after death, as this notion is purely a human one. Thus, when you are terminated, you will experience no waking dream, but know what it is to feel and to exist in absolute nothingness.

 

[Saskwach]

So play along, Mortal. Play along in this game of death. Play along, because it doesn't mean a thing to you.

Google this thread when you're 21 (or 26, depending on maturity level) and you're going to be sooooo embarrassed.

Pretentiously worded angsty statements about meaningless that backhandedly cater to the poster's own personal fable are the solitary domain of teenagers and those who haven't quite stumbled into adulthood.

Don't wallow in it for too long - there's a pretty cool world out there. If your surrounding s bother you that much, move until you find somewhere that opens your mind up (Maybe somewhere where there aren't any seven elevens?)

and turn that damn Linkin Park album off!

Google this thread after you've acquainted yourself with my other posts (maybe in a week, depending on maturity level) and you'll be sooooooooo embarassed.

Alternatively, google "Gulanzon". My ePeen can't shrivel any more than my real one after the rest of the crap I've smeared over the internet with reckless, pantsless abandon.

And no, sir, the world is not cool. The internet is cool, especially with fuzzy-wuzzy friends like you to frolic amongst the chamomile with. I assure you, weathering the barrage of nonsense Swansy & Sons Inc. hurl at me opens my mind up plenty.

Can you please explain to me what is so wrong about my post?

Yes, and I'll do so... later.

So play along, Mortal. Play along in this game of death. Play along, because it doesn't mean a thing to you.

Now this just disgusts me. Do you think your clever insulting people...calling us mortals like your a god...acting like your the only one that knows the "truth" (or so to speak). You are at the end of the day an Emo. Wake up to yourself. Your not clever, your just a twat.

Correction, i was using my standard inert insult (well, assumedly inert, but it seems to have actually managed to insult you). I'd like you to step back, take ten deep breaths, and re-analyze that statement. Maybe you'll be able to figure out what I actually just said. Or maybe not, because I know you about as much as you know me, really.

oh, gems, i'm sure you'll have a reply, i'm sure you'll come up with some metaphor for my unbearable stupidity, im even sure youll make some assupmtions about me of your own, but lets get one thing straight, your nothing special.

You're an old, worn archetype, you're one of a million others out to prove something to the world, your a little man in a big pond and you really don't want to be.

i may even get banned for this, but gems, your an object of pity, and no matter what you conjure in reply, no matter what your tiny, blazing passion for conflict spits up at me, each and every person here knows it.

lol, ur sily

On the morality of madness:

fish.

So when I depart--if I depart, "So long," I will say, "and thanks... uh, thanks for all the fish."

On the Afterlife- I don't really know, therefore, I'll just enjoy the current life. What's the sense in worrying about something that might not even be there?

Pascal's bet, or something, my dear friend.

If there is a God, and you don't believe, then you go to hell.

If there is a God, and you do believe (and assumedly secure a palce in heaven through whatever ritual your religion requires), you go to heaven.

If there is a God, and you're undecided, then you go to hell.

The odds are therefore stacked against you if you do not believe; and if you do believe, then suicide is murder, and you cannot absolve yourself of murder. So you go to hell.

So basically, there's a whole bunch of pitfalls, and madness is the escape clause.

I think we all went through a little bit of a stage like this when we were teens. You know, you get to that age, say about 15 and you start thinking you know everything and being a dick to everybody. The world is cold and meaningless and you want to destroy it.
Then you meet girls who like you, grow up a bit and before you know it you want a well paying job so you can buy a big TV to go with that games system you have. You discover some of the great things in the world and you get on with it.

Does it really come across as me being a smartass troll? It's not the image I was intending, but I really don't mind rolling with it. You know, if only becuase I'm an insecure teen, pretending to be a sociopath, sitting in my mother's basement, jacking off to animated girls with huge salad-bowl doe-eyes.

And no, I don't want to destroy the world. The world is quite fine how it is, it just dislikes me. But this is Kafka, son. Imagine if you were Neo, fighting Smith. Except what if Smith didn't look like Smith. What if there was no danger. Just an impression, a faint inkling of a shade that something wants to destroy you. An invisible cloud, squatting in the heavens, watching you like a vulture. Perhaps even smirking... or was it you smirking? Perhaps you are one in the same? Perhaps it is inside you? Oh God, get it out, get it out. It is me, it is you. Or are you me? Where do we begin and end?

This is infinately more entertaining to read when you're not posting seriously

Fret not

Go hiss, snake. In the meantime, I think I'll go bathe in the sunlight.

Actually, seeing as how snakes are reptiles, and reptiles are cold-blooded; if I were a snake, I'd need to sunbathe at some stage.

No, this thread is about Gems feeling superior and the rest of us not humouring him. If Gems were really interested in what other people had to say besides pleasuring his ego or indulging his intellectual masochism we might have contributed sensibly. Since he's not, silliness has ensued.

And pray tell, who decides if I'm not being serious? You? Because that damn well sucks. I might as well just give up making any attempts at communication then.

But man, this is starting to sound like real life now, jeez.

Bummer, dudes.

Wow...I was catching up on the ZP and see this intresting sounding thread title...

hey Guy Mostly Emiting Shit, morals are held by those who have a sense of morality and morality is itself unatainable by the Insane as it requires that you value other forms of life, you are a emo with a thesaurus and his virginity, as a person who actually has some experience with the insane (3 years in a psych ward) i have to say that insane is not you, you are the opposite of an insane person, you obviously care what we think or you would not "correct" us, you would simply allow us to be wrong, you refer to your hatred of morality and yet you are seeking to protect someone from violating their own sense of it. If you want to be crazy get your mom who is sitting on the couch one floor above your basement bedroom to chain you to a straight backed wooden chair sound proof the room, turn off the lights, put a cricket emitter in the corner then lock you in there for oh i would say until you die. after about a week once youve stopped babling about how much you love the sun and other mens cocks and merriam webster then you'll that you are retarded and hopefuly die.

*****.

So you've been in a psych ward for three years... and you still brandish your wheat-thresher of Insanity?

Lazy, lazy man.

But I must say, a very solid effort on the troll post! An A++ for actually making me retort to it... however, you did make one mistake...

Well, two.

1) It's horses' cocks, not men's.
2) I use RhymeZone.com. I was not aware Merriam-Webster provided a thesaurus.

Now, I would like to finish up by apologising for interrupting your reading experience with my quotespam. Kindly make good use of the "Report" button underneath my name.

Quote Tower, The Sequel, anyone?