Welcome to Power's Asylum

Where You Don't Have To Be Crazy To Get In

But It Sure Helps

Heh, I hope that sounded lamer than I intended it to be.. Welcome Welcome Welcome to the DragonRealm's related Site GUARANTEED never to be the DragonRealm's Site of the Month. Where we don't believe in being PC, or how anyone else cares.. well it's not really 'we' it's more 'me'... but I think Goblins come around mess with me, and i'm pretty convinced that Imps come at night and tie my shoe-laces together, so that i have to untie them when i wake up in the morning...I crossed out DR because i don't want to really be associated with them, or would they ever admit to being associated with me..

There's a big Under Construction Sign nailed to some Bodies that are just lying around.
look bodiies
The Bodies aren't quite dead yet, one of them looks up at you and says, "hey man, we were just tripping on some bad acid, and now I've got a sign nailed to me man." The other Body appears to be a sweetly-retarded castrate-spewing moron incapable of Coherent thought, this one most be the Da rock

*Lobby- where the shit starts to hit the fan
boy do i hate sites that use DR messaging to get around so....

(Lobby of DOOMDOOMDoomdoomdoom and Quake2 and Duke, Power's Asylum)
The Lobby is a place of Sin before places of bigger sin, around a ton of sin, it seems very quaint except for the odd smell and the fact that anything you throw at the wall will probally stick ot it, which reminds me of a joke, it goes: what's grosser than gross? Underwear stuck to a wall. What's grosser than that? Some poop still in the underwear. What's grosser than that? Teeth marks in the poop. In fact you see some underwear on the wall, odd, which reminds me of another joke...
You See: a buncha rooms, some porno mags, some shit that looks pretty illegal and you'd probally get arrested for association just being within a mile of this place, a hot chics room, some sticky looking porno mags, a chair with a nail taped to the seat, a Tour Desk with a strange decrepit looking dirty old man behind it(he appears to be holding one of those porno mags in one of his hands), a small twig, an unkempt raven that keeps cocking its head intelligibly(you feel that if you were this raven you'd get locked out by now by doing that motion) that is sitting rather casually reading a porno mag, some cool looking armor, a can of Whoop Ass, and a big Mallet.
Also in the room: DA rock who appears dead, Blasword who appears dead with something of DA rock's that appears to be attached to his posterior, and Billy Blanks(the Tae Bo guy) who appears beyond help.
It appears you can go: To Hell, south-southwest, west-southwest, south central, in, and out.

*Down the Street- If you can make it out alive, or just thought maybe this was some kind of 24 Hour News stand from the seedy individuals standing outside, and kids hanging around outside who seem are trying to travel through time to about when they are 18+ by shutting their eyelids and concentrating hard, then maybe you're right, it's right next door.. don't let the door hit you in the ass (Note: not responsible for any ass hittings of the door, or if it feels like some hand touched your breasts or ass-if you're a girl, it was the Door not Power, it was the door)... see if I care.. GO!

*Gift Shop- A strange looking door with a bunch of those wooden cigar-holding indians outside, but they're dressed in latex and leather, and one of them has an eyepatch, not where it'd usually go, and just an eyepatch, hey wait... that's not a wooden indian

(The Gift Shop, Power's Asylum)
You see some assorted razor-blade filled candies on the Sale counter with a small sign lettered with the words 'Free!'. The room carries a heavy scent of vasoline, probally because you're standing next to the vasoline stand and some odor from the Lobby seeps in. There is a knocked over table that once contained poisoned milk for small children. A sense of unlawless hovers over most of the goods seeing as they were probally obtained with five or six finger discounts(the clerk oddly has sixth fingers, the sixth being glued on, and you're not sure it's even a finger, you pray it's a toe.) You feel the need to keep your hand on your wallet and clench your ass air-tight around the sales clerk who keeps looking at you and winking.
You also see: a crimson mahogany cedar steelpine shadowsilkebony table with some Whistling Monkey Bands on it, a rack with stuff on it, you also keep staring at this hot chic's Rack but are spooked by the fact that she has a hairy mole with a mustache on it, Some more of those wooden indians that seem to move, and Other stuff that holds stuff

*The Outhouse-Where the shit that hits the fan goes to after it hits the fan, but before it is fed to small children

(The Outhouse Crapper, Power's Asylum)
The wooden shack through a hole in the wall to the outdoors seems quite homely...sorry i can't lie it's grosser than this girl Sarah who like has nipples on the bottom of her tits, and like one of them is to the side, she's 'dirty'. For some reason the porcelin god that dominates the outhouse appears to be clean and repell dirty, you also begin to sense that maybe the glowing coming from it might destroy anything that comes near it. Crap pictures of DA rock with the words 'i eat poop' written on it are all over the place. Glancing in the bowl you notice pictures of people on the bottom of the seat and at the bottom of the crapper. The crapper has been conveniently placed closer to the neighboring buildings and one might assume that it probally drains into one of their basements, the water is probally stolen from a neighbor's pipes you assume from it's cleanliness.
Obvious Exits: Death by drowning, out, or sitting on the crapper for the rest of your life pondering why is it that sitting on the crapper makes people think better than anywhere else.

*Goat-Boy's Pen-Home to scourge of Wren's Nest Chalkboard, We don't use hickory sticks, we feed him lots of ice cream them beat him in the stomach with laminated compound of ash and ebony sticks.

(Goat-Boy's Pen, Power's Asylum)
Screams of some strange deranged beast-man or man-beast echo around as a shadowed figure stares at a glowing boxes while he occasionally chugs some kind of beverage(alcoholic you guess from the smelly crap)and every so often he plays with his shivreled goat-sized nut(goats don't really have nuts) whenever a naked woman appears on the box. He screams out 'who would make this crap', or 'damn this is physically draining me' every so often. You glance around and realize this is pretty much just another room, with this strange creature, a box, lots of porno, piles of crap, and empty liquor bottles.
You also see: reviews of crappy sites, and what appears to be a goat-nut that possibly was part of a set.

*Dragonrealms ATTACKS!- A big board with pictures of things getting hurt in painful, painful ways(most seem to be shots to the nuts), ranging from Shots to the nuts, explosion, and pity name-calling, to the kind of name calling that makes you want to cry(being compared to Blasword or DA rock you assume), there's also a monitor that just shows that scene from Varsity Blues where they hit the guy in the nuts with the baseball bat, followed by some amateur video of some kid kicking an old man in the nuts constantly for about half an hour.

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