"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
"I wonder if a mod will ever join in." "Who knows." "That was a question, Chill. Why didn't you end it with a question mark?" "You're the one typing." "Don't blame the faults of others on yourself."
N: Tsk the only difference between insanity and randomness is the spelling. D: Dude you failed spelling in elementary school. N: Well I've checked the dictionary. D: Hah, you failed reading too. N: Alright dude, like you can spell better. D: Off coarse I cann, I'm butter then you.
"Say, why is it that everyone on this thread is talking to themselves? i think that's weird" "Uhm, we happen to be talking to ourselves too." "That's different. see, your me but I'm not you." "???" "See, i have to be around and help you all the time, but most of the time you ignore me. Therefore I think I'm not really a part of you" "You never were good at thinking, sanity. You should have noticed by now." "I know"
P: Oh, so it's uli and sanity... M: Impossible. There is no sanity. P: True... M: *sigh* Everyone is talking to themselves... P: Except us technically. M: Yeah, but you don't count as a person P: > > M: ^^
"Man! I just ate the biggest burrito ever!" "Hooray... Now I have bladdar problems..." "Why?" "Because you- never mind..." "Huh, I gotta go drop a load." "Oh sh-"
"Hey. It's those two emo people, Pierce and Mary... or something." "So?" "They creep me out..." "Yeah... me too." "Me tree..." "Hey, ya spelt "three" wrong, dumba- wait... there are TREE of us???" "Nope, heh. Oh, ya spelt three wrong, dumba$$!"
"More people joining!" "Alt, our dialogues are getting crappier and crappier." "I know." "So!?" "I won't post here for a while. I'll be like a God watching over his children." "Why?" "I -DID- create the thread, you know."
"Man... The Alt that posts on all the even rows is kinda critical." "*Listens to music*" "Ew... is that KoRn?" "Ya. So?" "They suck." "Do not." "Do to!" "Ok. Whatever. I guess you're entitled to your own opinions..." "But I thought we were the same person... How can we have different likes?" "I guess we can't." "But I don't like KoRn!!!" "I guess you do now, b@#$%."
" "Lead me not into temptation" , Jrmagic!" "Weren't I and, uh, I tempted into this??" "No." "I think so..." "Lets ask Alt!" "Yeah... good idea! Are you gonna ask the INsane half, or the UNsane half??!" "Well, obviously the unsane half! He's mor insane than all of us for even thunking unsane is a word!" "It is a word..." "Nuh-uh!" " You just can't seem to agree with me on anything! Mabye you are where my indecisiveness comes from!"
P: Poison is tearing this place apart. M: I think our conversations are getting as bad as Alt's P: Your point? M: There was no point. P: Good. *sits calmly* M: *sits as well*
"If Pierce thinks he can insult me/us at two o clock in the morning, well... I don't really know what I'll do... I was asleep then..." "I agree with Mary. Some of these conversations are crap. Namely ours." "Now why would you say that?" "Well... about all of the sane people think so." "So?" "So... mabye I/we should stop posting crap." "Then mabye other people should stop posting crap, too." "Yeah."
"Oh man... I think I/we killed it!" "Mabye... Pierce did say I/we were tearing it apart." "Alt hasn't interfered in some forum-godly way..." "Why don't you poke it with a stick?" "What? Why would I poke my computer with a stick?" "Well.... to see if it's dead, ya know." "You... are not very inteligent, are you?" "Probably not... I think I get that from you."
