"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
N: Dang, he called us nicho. D: I don't want to sound like a girl. N: Nich how many times must I tell you alt! D: Let's follow him to that room. N:Great idea for once me pal.
*Opens door* *Incoherant screaming, rants, swearing and the sound of running*
( Due to unforseen circumstances, N & D have fallen prey to an octagonal room. I shall have to resurrect them. So don't look. Hey why are you still peeking!)
N: Right, back from the dead. D: My *censored* still aches. N: Soz, my *censored* also hurts. But never mind. D: Let's tell Alt something. N: Alt, streamline this whole thread or we're gonna be screwed by...
*Ominmous dark shadow looms above N & D's heads. They look up, sees Strop and his banhammer. Nice banhammer....Er...Mr Strop...how about....AIYEEE!*
(They have to be resurrected again. Ah Well... A warning to all of us....)
N: STEEMLIEN TEH THEAD! "How so?" N:JUSST DOO ITT! "Goddammit, how?" N: JUSTT DOO ITT! "Why, oh why did I have t0o make up characters? They're too much like me.. . ." *moans* **Alt is sad**
N: How bout a fixed set of characters. My *insert derogatory word here* hurts like *censored*. Alt you owe me and D big time. D: Ouch, *Censored* *Swear* *Rant*.... N:Perhaps you can have a fixed set of writers and characters. Ouch again.... D: And writers.Yeoww! My *unmentionable* hurts like *crackle*. N: And topics. D: Less Strop comes....
*The sound of hard metal against bone resonated across the octagonal room. Wow, third time going. Oh my god, you ok guys? Resurrecting in 5,4,3,2.....*Boom* *
"Why would I owe you, Nich?" N: You just do." "How?" "That's classified." "I'll just ask Feraz then." N: Can't. "Why?" N: Feraz is my character. "Not anymore."
"I don't know how to streamline it though! Besides, there is no spam, because the thread's topic is the dialogue itself, so no-one has gone too offtopic, and this is the art forum. You have nothing to worry about." N: Are you sure. . .? "Yes."
N: Alright since after a thousand views, Mr and Mrs Mods have not deleted it. D: Yeah. N: So where were we? D: Alt's story's you dumpling. N: Soz, now I remember it was about a hammer vaguely. Like a few life times ago.... D: Spoke too soon mate. Strop's here. And Thor too.
*Graphic violence not intended for kids under the age of 5*
No seriously, you should streamline this thread. It's a good thread, just that there's too much spam.... And Feraz is legally copy right of mine....
P: What? That would destroy the true essence of this thread M: Don't destroy the true essence *sways slightly* P: Leave the thread be it cannot be saved M: There is no spam to save it from P: It wholeheartedly embraces the so called spam M: It is not spam it is truth. /eerie voices P: Okay, that was weird M: I'm not doing that again....
"...I think a post of mine has been deleted." "Which one?" "Possibly two." "That's weird." "Yeah, I'm kind of scared now." "Maybe you're not putting enough thought into your posts." "And everyone else here is?" "...Good point."
"Nevermind, I found the comments I thought were deleted." "Oh, good." "Yeah, I think I skipped a page." "What a surprise." "Was that sarcasm?" "I don't know. I thought you were the master of sarcasm and the lord of lying." "Stop it..."
P: I've double posted in here and it didn't get deleted Dragon M: This place must have like a wall keeping mods out... *looks around* P: I doubt it. M: Why? P: Because it's in some random forum. M: Oh right, everything comes down to randomness P: That's cause we're in The Neverending Story M: Man, that movie sucked. P: Heck yeah M: *pokes*
