Dear Not-so-sane-man,

I hear that you are crazy, from using too much of the true source. Is this true? Can you have too much of the True Source? Is that even possible?

If it is could you give me an estimate at how much is safe to handle? Also, how can I get in touch with the Dark Lord, I hear he tells great jokes! Anyway

If you could just tell my these few little questions I would be happy!

P.S. How did you survive with Lanfear for 3000 years?

Your Favorite or Else,

Somewhat-Sane-Fan

There is no such thing as too much True Source, because then there'd be such thing as too much me if there was. Like there'd be too much pie. I like pie, blueberry pie is tasty. Did you know that they grow blueberries in this age? There's all different sizes of blueberries, there's big ones and small ones, none as big as tennis balls though. Tennis is a fun sport, especially if you inject the balls with explosives before having the players bang them around, I hear Lanfear plays tennis, or at least she should now. Snores too loud, and 3000 years of it? Good thing I could escape every few days, or years, or whatever, tennis balls go boom. Which reminds me of a joke, why did the idiot go to Shayol Ghul? Because the trollocs needed sacrifices for their swords, and the Dark One likes those jokes best. AH AHAHAHAHA. Funny aren't I? I get my sense of humour straight from Shai'tan. Now if you'll excuse me, I heard there's a cat stuck in a tree, and I kinda want to mock it for an hour or two. Oooh, tree, I think I'll set it on fire.

- Ishamael

Moghedien: And lo, our fearless leader... the ADD posterchild. Perhaps the Lightfools might be right to doubt our claims to world domination.

Of course, we could just take out Ishy; that might do us all some good.

Asmodean: Why do we allow him to talk?

Moghedien: Because sadly, my 'dearest' Asmodean, he makes a slight deal more sense than your drug-addled babbling.

Mesaana: Did you truly just use the terms "fearless" and "leader" to describe dear flame-brain over there, Moggy? And little musicians really should hide in the corner while the real Chosen deal with this problem, Asmo. Go on, now. I think I saw a fiddle in the corner. Perhaps you want to "give the devil his due?"

Moghedien: Well, it's the sad truth of the matter, isn't it? He's a fearless madman who wanders around with little pet rats, and he is unfortunately our appointed leader... for now.

Rahvin: He's definately got you under his thumb Moggy, along with the rest of you. I just thank Shai'tan every day I got balefired from existance before I had to see such a sad fate come to pass. Of course had I been around you'd all be bending knee to Rahvin (exempting maybe the ladies, who'd be on both knees). Interesting question...

If I no longer exist how do I continue to answer stupid questions like these? It would have been a good question for Elan Morin Tedronai, but he is crazy.

So to answer your question 'not quite sane but definately not insane, more so in the middle ground somewhere but really aren't we all and I should have just used my own name instead of something so dumb/pathetic/unoriginal' Ishy went crazy because Sammael stepped on his favorite pez dispenser during his ballet practice.

And for the record 3000 years of sleeping with Lanfear is certainly not a bad thing. Maybe when you start coming up with better names and stop asking such dumb questions you might just get a woman of you're own to show you that.

Probably not, but at least trying will keep you too occupied to bother me with your tripe.

Ishamael: Hey! I liked that Pez dispenser. And you weren't sleeping with her Rahvin, you were across the room in the little corner she alloted you.

Rahvin: What can i say? She enjoyed pretending I'd been a 'bad boy' and sending me to the 'corner'. A little bedroom role-playing certainly spices up 3000 years of your mad rambling and Asmodeon's crappy music.

Ishamael: She sent you to that corner within 5 minutes of being sealed in, and never let you out. Are you telling me that you spent 3000 years roleplaying yourself wearing a dunce cap?

Rahvin: Actually compared to the alternatives I'd mentioned earlier that wouldn't have been entirely objectionable. Of course you're memory seems to be a bit addled (probably from fumes of the various flammables you use to 'blow stuff up' as you so eloquently put it) because if I remember correctly (which I always do) there were some things done in that corner betwinxt myself and our 'sisters' that would make a Paaran Dison street dancer blush.

Ishamael: Making lewd faces at them from across the room doesn't exactly qualify as something that'll make a Paaran Dison street dancer blush.

Rahvin: Like you'd know. The only street dancer you've ever made blush was Asmodeon's mom, and that was only because you told her what you and her son got up to afer a night of drinking in Comelle. Too bad her retelling of that tale got her severed. She was a lovely lass.