"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
PART IV Lord : Mist, do u know what i would love to see? Mist : *eating* Whats it? Lord : I.C.P Mist : huh? Lord : It means "i see pee" *smirks* Mist : sh*t, i'm eating!!! D:<
Alt: The Neverending Story is gaining population faster than a grotto of rabbits with no predators. . . . Chill: And it's less lively without Pazx or DB. Alt: Yeah. I hope DB and, uh, himself will return soon. . . .
Pickle: A proclamation must be made! Shack: Oh no, here he goes... Pickle: I declare my illustrious presence within the Neverending Story. Shack: Is that like the "song that never ends"? Pickle: No you dolt! It isn't repetitive, and redundant...and repetitive...and redundant...and repetitive... Shack: Sometimes I wish we didn't share the same body because I'd like to kill you. Pickle: Hush! My story is about to begin! *clears throat* Shack: It has already begun, it began about five minutes ago. Pickle: Lies, all lies! Thou art a nave and I do swear by the greatness of the great deity GEORGE, that I will find a way to purge your head from my neck! *pumps fist at sky* Shack: THATS IT!!! *Throat punches Pickle with the arm he controls* *Pickle passes out falling to the ground* *Shack is pulled to the ground by his other half*
George: Alt, you have shown that you can spread the nobility of the spork well. Chill: But i thought I as the grandmaster. George: You are mislead, child. When you enter the unsanity, you switched personalities with Alt. Your soul is with him, and his soul is with you. And so, Alt is the grandmaster now. Alt: i am humbled, George. George: Hush. I do not need your praise, and you need not give it. I grant you the spork of the Grandmaster of water, Deep Chill. Use it well. Alt: I will. George: Goodbye~ Chill: Lucky. *:P*
Shack: I knew that was a bad idea... *picks at fingernail with thumb* Shack: So if Alt and Chill are now one, I wonder if that means they will be my friend... *single tear runs down cheek* Shack: It's so lonely with this megalomaniac protruding from my neck! *Sobs a little harder* Shack: Wait a minute...if George can merge two souls, maybe, just maybe he can find it in his infinite greatness to end my suffering. *pleads to the sky*
Shack: I knew that was a bad idea... *picks at fingernail with thumb* Shack: So if Alt and Chill are now one, I wonder if that means they will be my friend... *single tear runs down cheek* Shack: It's so lonely with this megalomaniac protruding from my neck! *Sobs a little harder* Shack: Wait a minute...if George can merge two souls, maybe, just maybe he can find it in his infinite greatness to end my suffering. *pleads to the sky*
Owyn: "Unsanity?" Dandelion: "I think they mean insanity." Krindle: "Let's kill them for being un- I mean insane!" Gornab: "Goog idea." Owyn: "For once, I think Gornab and Krindle have points." Dandelion: "I agree, it's strange. Anyway, I read that there already iis a group trying to destroy this so called grandmaster of "George", Alt/Chill." Owyn: "How can you use a "slash" when your speaking." Dandelion: "I don't know, I just can." Krindle: "FOR SANITY!" All: "YEAH!" Gornab: "Heay!" Owyn: -throws "Dictionary of Awesomeness" at Gornab-
K34: How much time do we have left? D3: About 47 minutes. K34: Good. D3: Why did you ask? K34: None of your business. D3: Why are we here? K34: Don't you know already? D3: No. K34: You blind fool! Our connection is down! D3: Really? K34: Don't be playing with me or I'll grind you into pieces. D3: *Looks around* They're staring at us. K34: I hate this place. D3: Really? K34: I have no time for your mumbling. I must consult with the Cult of George now.
Owyn: "Unsanity?" Dandelion: "I think they mean insanity." Krindle: "Let's kill them for being un- I mean insane!" Gornab: "Goog idea." Owyn: "For once, I think Gornab and Krindle have points." Dandelion: "I agree, it's strange. Anyway, I read that there already iis a group trying to destroy this so called grandmaster of "George", Alt/Chill." Owyn: "How can you use a "slash" when your speaking." Dandelion: "I don't know, I just can." Krindle: "FOR SANITY!" All: "YEAH!" Gornab: "Heay!" Owyn: -throws "Dictionary of Awesomeness" at Gornab-
*kills entirely* Respect the unsanity!
Alt: The Neverending Story is gaining population faster than a grotto of rabbits with no predators. . . . Chill: And it's less lively without Pazx or DB. Alt: Yeah. I hope DB and, uh, himself will return soon. . . .
In the chat, people haven't met each other in real... One day, this couple friend was talking...
Matt: I will see you tomorrow! Mist: u haven't seen me o.o Matt: I'll talk to you tomorrow! Mist: we arent talking Mist: but typing lol Matt: ... Matt: ... Matt: You get my point... Mist: wat point? Matt: We will type tomorrow.
''I think Mist is trying to make a point'' ''What point?'' ''..'' ''What?'' ''Nevermind'' ''Omg tell me'' ''Why?'' ''Don't make me kill you'' ''Go ahead and commit suicide'' ''Wow -.-'' ''Yes be annoyed ^^'' ''Whats with the face?'' ''Idk.. what's with your face?'' ''Omg your piszinq me off'' ''What's with the spelling?'' ''Omfg SHUT UP'' ''... Why :'('' ''Cause I say so.'' ''N-'' * Go's to settings* *Mute's Sour*
Pickle: Ugh...what happened? Shack: I throat punched you, pretty hard I must say. We've been laying here for about 15 hours. Pickle: Oh strange fate! That I should be encumbered by this insufferable fool! George! Hast thou no sympathy for the plight I suffer! Shack: Stop shouting...god I hate you so much. Although, if you give me a moment I think I have a plan that will alleviate both of our problems. Pickle: Thou hast no brain matter to have wrought such a plan! Shack: GOD! Would you stop talking like that?! It's freaking 2009, and don't give me that crap about being reincarnated from early 1600's or I swear I will pop you another one! Pickle: HAVE AT YOU!!! *thrusts dagger at Shack's head narrowly missing* Shack: Woah! Stop *Pickle continues slashing* Shack: If I die you die you idiot! *Pickle slowly lowers dagger* Pickle: Well played coward...now what was this plan you spoke of? Shack: If we can bring our case to the newly merged grandmaster of the cult of George, Alt Chill, perhaps he can call George to separate us. Pickle: Ah ha! The greatest thought emerges, WE SHALL BE FREE!!!
