"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
*sunnyb enters the thread. Looks around...for a long time.
SUNNYB, COME NO FURTHER, YET DO NOT STEP BACK. "..." I KNOW YOU HEARD ME. YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME. "Are you me?" YOU SHALL SEE *sigh "Must you rhyme?" ALL IN GOOD TIME." "..." ... "Stop rhyming. I'm serious." IF YOU'RE SILENT AND I AM SILENT, IS THAT A RHYME? "..." THEY END THE SAME I GUESS. "Go away."
K34: I heard you were looking for a man with the skill to destroy.
Head Priest : Aye. So you are who they call the Destroyer?
K34: Yes my friend. What is that you seek of me?
HP : The Cult of the Hexagon has been "interfering" with our ultimate objectives. It is spreading fallacies and lies.
K34: I see.
HP: One of their leaders, Sir Polygon is responsible for the damage done to a few of our properties. Destroy him in the name of the Church of the Octagon and you will be rewarded.
*Eventually*
K34: You are to die! Nothing personal. *shouts* Die!!
Sir Polygon : Very well. *Throws knife*
K34: Ah! *removes knife from body* You fool! *charges*
Sir Polygon : Let the bloodshed commence. Men!
Guards : For the Hexagon!
*Vicious battle begins*
Guard : Ahhh!
Guard 2: *falls to the ground* You will never win!
"Can't you skip ahead to the part of utmost importance?"
"Let's see"
"Eventually"
Sir Polygon: You may have won, but you will not leave here without a gift.
K34: Thank you very much. Now prepare to meet your m....
Sir Polygon: *Throws vial* Ha! Oh... I die. *Dies*
K34: My eyes! My precious eyes! What magic is this?
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K34: And that is why whenever I lay my eyes upon a hexagon, I shout and scream in agony.
D3: *laughs* Haha!
K34: That is not funny at all. It's time to return to our posts.
Jayz: Tar is deep in the Highlands. Alt: Across the ocean of Vicious Gory Death, that is. Jayz: Sounds dangerous. Alt: Its actually a rather cheery place. Jayz: Okay then. Bye.
Alt fades into a watery mist, heading swiftly to the sky. There is an ominous shadow hanging in the air. . .though the shadow is actually just a dark cloud named Gerald. He's a nice fellow, makes smashing scones. But that's offtopic.
N: I feel depressed, a shadow of my former self. D: You always were the sucker. Now I'm getting stronger! N: Feed on my sorrow and gloom you miserable scoundrel. D: Be my guest. N: Wait...you serious? D: Course! N: Ah! Mum! D: Grah! For 15 years I have known you, and you still don't know me? N: My failure blurs my vision.... D: Right! Just pass me the jar of sour pickles. I'm going to my shack down by the river to eat them.
Alt came until he reached the ocean. The ocean breathed salty, and he began to cross it.
Alt: Hi Gerald! Gerald: Hi Alt. What're you doing? Alt: Soulswitch problem. I'm going to fix it. Gerald: Want a scone? Alt: Sure. *nom nom nom* Alt: Yum. Bye, Gerald. Gerald: I'll drop by the NES to check on it.
------- At the NES. . . .
Chill: I told you guys, I don't know where Alt is! Gerald: Hi! It's Gerald the cloud. Just wanted to notify you guys that Alt is at the Ocean that Breathes Salty. Everyone: What? WE must rescue him! Chill: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Gerald: SAlt is okay. Want a scone? Everyone: WE don't vare about your scones! Gerald: They're scrumdiddlyumptious! Everyone: Okay then, that's justification. *Gerald passes out scones*
TRY THE SCONES. "What??" THEY ARE SCRUMDIDLYUMPTIOUS. *throws scone "NOM. They are delicious! Where did you get them?" ... "?" THEY ARE MAGIC SCONES. "...ok..." THEY WILL TRANSPORT YOU TO A MAGIC PLACE... "Uh, what place is that?" A MAGIC ROOM... "...?"
Alt: Tar. Tar: ALt! Where's Chill? Alt: Soulswitch. Want a scone? Tar: Sure. *nom nom nom* Tar: Anyway, what do ya need? Alt: First, hang me up to dry. I've been rung out too too too many times. Tar: Okay. *Tar puts Alt on a clothesline to dry* Tar: I'll find Jayz.
Hey Random this people are crazy they are typing rubbish. O sh-- we are doing the same thing. So what?
WE, are the same person, we are talking with ourselves Confusing If we are one, you should understand, because it's not confusing to me. This post is pointless Now there's one thing we both agree Because we are one yes? YYYEESSSS. And we..you... will probably be banned for spamming with pointless posts.
Maybe....
I don't care
I do
No you don't Yes I do
Why you little *Chokes randy* *Fails* *Laughs like nelson muntz*
"They will transport me to a magic r-" *zipped off to a magic room "-oom?" THEY JUST DID. "Ya'know, you have quite a knack for stating the obvious." ... "So......What is this place?" A MAGIC ROOM. "I think we've established that. Once again. It's a magic room. What of it?" A MAGIC ROOM, PLAIN AND SIMPLE. *sigh "What kind of magic room?" IT'S...IT'S...IT'S JUST A MAGIC ROOM, OK!!! "..." THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO IT. IT IS A MAGIC ROOM. JUST A MAGIC ROOM!!! STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!!! "ok" GOOD "..." ... "But-" NO! SHUT UP! *sigh "Fine. Be that way."
Owyn: "Nom-nom-nom..." Dandelion: "Nom-nom-nom..." k: "Mon-mon-mon..." Gornab: "Nom-nom-nom..." Owyn: "These scones are great!" Dandelion: "You bet!" k: "Ereht si gnihtemos gnorw htiw eseht senocs..." Gornab: "What do you-" -bright flash of light- Gornab: "Mean!?" -looks around- Gornab: "It's a eight sided room!" Owyn: "An octogonal room?" -curses- Dandelion: "What's wrong?" Owyn: "We have left the unsane... this room is insane!" All (except 'k': "Noo!!!" k: "Ew era gniog ot eid ereh!" Dandelion: "Prolly..." Gornab: "I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!" Owyn: "Gornab, your one-hundred twenty six..." Gornab: "That's young for a dwarf!" Owyn: -mutters- "Liar..." Gornab: "What did you say?" Owyn: "Nothing, I was just muttering a prayer to George..." Dandelion: -runs to far corner- -sits and read Dictionary of Awesomeness-
wow, i thought this post died days ago... im surprised on how much effort thisisnotanalt is doing with his 'neverending story'... i know all stories should come to an end i know this one will soon end...
ill be watching...
are you really gonna watch wack? how about that time when you said you'd watch....
"I"m stuck. I'm stuck in an octogonal room. I'm stuck in an octogonal room by myself. I'm stuck in an octogonal room with my self and a voice who-" AHEM "simply won't shut u-" EXCUSE ME, I A- *people appear in the room "I don't have to be stuck. I don't have to be stuck in an octogonal room. I'm not by myself I-" DANDELION IS A FUNNY NAME "Whaa- Don't be rude to our fellow octogonal roomates!" GORNAB. HEHE. THAT'S JUST TOO MU- "No! Stop, you foul bea-" I HAVE NO BODY "Of course you don't. If you had, you would have been dead. Look, they're walking away now! Why'd you do that??" THEY HAVE FUNNY NAMES "...!?!?!?!!!!" OOOOH, SO FUNNY! OWYN? THAT'S RICH. k? HEHE. I JUST- "I hate you." ... *dark clouds over head BU- YOU...I... *sob "I still hate you."
Jayz: Tar! Where's Chill? Tar: Soulswitched with Alt. Jayz: Sh. and we need to go there to switch. . . . Tar: Yep. *they go back* Alt: Hey! Tar: We'll start now. Jayz: Sporks, be blessed, resplendent in your greatness, upon these unfortunate souls! Tar: Bind the elements together, ad show your light on these people! Alt: It won't work. . . . Tar & Jayz: Why nit? Alt: I'm hungry, and I need to have a sammich. also, George made it a permanent switch in the NES dimension. *they all go back* Alt: Thanks for the sammich! Chill: Sandwich. Alt: I call it a sammich. chill: grrrrrr. . .and why isn't my name capitalized? Alt: I decided it wasn't worth the energy expenditure. chill; and now i don't even have a colon. Alt: Weird. Try some Immodium EZ chews to repair it. chill; hmph. thssxndwhynvwls/ Alt: Vowels, spaces, and the shift key aren't worth it. chill; fckylt Alt: Please speak up. I csn't understand your mumbling. chill; gddmmtltihty1 Alt: Hm? What?
