"Hey Alt, what are you doing now?" "Reading my story on armorgames. It's called the Neverending Story." "How could it never end if it only ends up being four lines?" "Read it closely." 0.o
"Chill, Pazx thinks I'm a pedophile." "hahahahaha!" "You, too." "But~?" HUZZLEFLUFF: Stop! I command a taco for me! "Shut up, HUZZLEFLUFF." HUZZLEFLUFF: No! Give me a taco!" "The taco is in this room here." *shows door* *opens door* *pushes HUZZLEFLUFF in* "Alt, what did that door lead to?" "An octagonal room." "Oh noes. . . ."
"And another fly is caught in my web..." "That's kind of creepy..." "Well, I have another victim stuck in my labyrinth." "Thanks alt or chill, whoever." "...I don't think pazx ever came out of the labyrinth..." ":O" ">_>"
P: No! Don't do it King HUZZELFLUFF! Didn't Captain Falcon ever teach you that Tacos are concentrated Phail! M: Quick, we better get it out of him! P: Can you Shoop da Whoop or Falcon Punch? M: No... P: Then I guess he's stuck with the taco... M: In an octagonal room P: Ouch. M: Indeed.
"Captian Falcon is currently duct-taped to a pentagon in a semicircular room!" P: How could you?" "With duct tape and a wall and a room." P: God, you're sarcastic." "Well, at least I can speak in links!" P: What was that link? "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you!" P: Alt, wtf was that?" "Chill loves Rick Astley.
P: Ugh, I tried to hit copy link location but I accidently opened it. M: Sucker P: Hey, you were in the room and had to put up with forty seconds of Rick Astley M: Well yeah but... P: Also, I've spoken in links before M: You have. P: While you were taping C. Falcon did you get Chuck Norris? "Oh sh-" M: Sucker P: Aren't you worried? M: He'll get what he deserves.
P: You'll get what you deserve!" "Pierce, not even Chuck can match the power of George!" "Oh God!" Chuck Norris: Hiya!" *roundhouse kick* "Honestly, Chuck?" *freezes pathetic retaliation with Deep Chill* "LOL." "What, Alt?" P: You-beat-Chuck. . . ." *faints* "He thought Chuck was cooler than sporks!"
P: To be honest, I hate Chuck Norris and think he's overrated. I only made you fight him because he's supposedly incredibly powerful. Then again, nothing matches the power of sporks. M: What about a fork and a spoon? P: You can't really use that as well. M: Can and will *jumps on P* P: You do realize that this loo- M: *gets off* Uh... Yeah *bites lip* P: You liked iiiit M: Go away~ P: M: < <
N: 'This thread is kinda pointless... but fun...' D:'Duh....' N:'What's with us budging into this perfectly normal thread of alt's....' D:'For the crackers and cheese?' N:'Nah, banana pie....And what's with the .....' D:'......' N:'I can't think of any constructive things to enhance this thread....' D:'Me too...let's leave....'
M: Come back! P: If he can't understand that it's impossible to add anything constructive to this, let him be. M: None of us are constructive > > P: That's because we're here.
"A ninja pony, a mazzelh, a zombie, a wraith, or a mod will attack you."
Thoad: BLASPHEMYYYYY Rafael: That's your response to anything against you, isn't it? Thoad: That's classified. Lucie: Go away, we don't like you here. Thoad: I created you, I CAN DESTROY YOU! Lucie: and how is that exactly? Thoad: . . .BLASPHEMYYYYYY!!!! Rafael: It's pretty easy to see that none of us are constructive. Thoad: I smell a lock! Or a ban....or a fart.
M: Come back! P: If he can't understand that it's impossible to add anything constructive to this, let him be. M: None of us are constructive > > P: That's because we're here.
N: I smell discussion in the air. D: I sense irony.... N: Nah, I smell curry. D: Dinner!
On a side note, we should probably spruce this whole thread up and streamline it. Less a banhammer hits us. Hard. Ouch!
N: C'mon let's do work. D: Nah you write the essay, I'll go on AG. N:....We're the same person my pitiful split personality. D:...... N:Ok....Now Alt, what's this thread about... D: Post more or you die. N:Shut up D, stop talking like that to the mighty thread creator.
"Why do people think that this thread is spam?" "I don't know, Alt. . . ." "Crap, thoad and Nicho joined. Crap." "What's bad about that?" "Too many authors." "Alt, how can there be too many authors?" "Each author has a keyboard." "What? Oh, shiz. . ." *runs to nearest door, opens it, goes in, slams it* N: Where does that door lead to? "An octagonal room." "Oh noes."
