"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
Jezz: Ahh I enjoyed Eurovision this year. Skye: Pfft. The sound that irked me was "12 points goes to... NORVAY!" Jezz: Aww I liked Norway. Fairytale is a good song. And Norway is spelt.. well, "Norway" Skye: Yes but they say it with a "V" Jezz: Like the Germans! "Miss Kiss, Kiss Bang~" I've got that stuck in my head. Skye: We were pretty bad this year I thought. Pfftt Andrew Lloyd Webber... Jezz: But we were in the top 5!! Where is your Eurovision spirit! Skye: I suppose the Greek stapler man wasn't bad... looking...
i dont unerstand what this thread is for and also why it is not been locked yet
It is a continued story as well as a way to get all the unsanity out of the system, and learn a little about story telling. And the reason why it has not been locked? Because people who do like you is not here to spam. There is no spam in this thread, actually, it has a purpose (storytelling), and people are having fun.
Senor Cruz: Now kids! Take out your work! He walks by to take work. Senor Cruz: Where is your work Alex! Me I dont have it... Senor Cruz: Your work is essential! Without it you cant do anything with your life! So now tell me Alex...what are you gonna do with your life?! Me I WANNA ROCK!!! Twisted Sister starts playin!!!
Shack: He's talking to us!!! Pickle: Kindest leader of sporkification, we request an audience with you for a matter of the utmost importance. *Shack puts his hand up covering Pickle's mouth* Shack: Please forgive him, he is long winded and annoying as all get out. I'll get to the point, we have been merged together and we must be separated. If you could do something, or ask George to help out, that would be wonderful. *Pickle forces Shack's hand away* Pickle: Please grandmaster, if you be so kind, perhaps at your behest the great one George will take pity on our situation and render us asunder. *Pickle and Shack look on at Alt with pleading eyes*
Alt: George won't troubke himself with such minor issues. . . . Pickle: Nooooooooooooooooooo! Shack: Just, fuck. Alt: . . .but I'm unsane enough and devout enough to do these things myself. *Pickle and Shack are happy* Alt: But, you must buy me a cheese enchilada named LLoyd that loves to play guitar, Make sure he has an emo twin. Pickle: What? Alt: Unsanity. Shack: You sneaky little bastard. . . . Alt: No need to compliment me.
Alt: Mwahahahaha! You'll never be able to complete the task I have set forth! Unsanity!! Shack: I can't believe this! We traveled all this way for nothing! *Pickle smirks* Pickle: Cry not hedge pig. The grandmaster apparently doesn't know...when the strange woman merged us together, she also left behind a cheese enchilada named Lloyd who played guitar and sang like a minstrel. He also had a twin brother name Floyd, who played electric guitar and sang like a sad sap. Behold!!! Lloyd: Ello, everyone. The good times are killing me!! Floyd: I'm feeling sad.... Pickle: Now grandmaster, you are armed with your enchiladas, it is your turn to follow through on your end of the deal. SUCCESS!!!
Alt: HA! His brother isn't emo. Pickle: But. . .all of that. . .for. . .nothing. Alt: The complications of your task have increased! You must teach Lloyd how to play all of my favorite Modest Mouse songs. and I won't tell you what they are. Shack: Noooooo. . . Alt: By the way, Floyd looks tasty. *nom nom nom* Floyd: I don't appreciate that. . . . Alt: He's not an enchilada! He's a spirit possessing an enchilada! Floyd: You found me out. . .I'd better go possess a sombrero or something. Alt: Hehehehe. Chill: That was mean. . . . Alt: No, that was extraordinary.
Pickle: HA! Once again grandmaster, you are preempted. Lloyd already knows how to play all of your favorite Modest Mouse songs, because he knows how to play all of the Modest Mouse songs!!! Shack: Plus, Floyd is emo, you just aren't looking at him the right way, see? He's got the fohawk and everything, and he's playing dashboard confessionals. *pulls out another enchilada, the spirit Floyd inhabits it and begins to play Screaming Infidelities" Chill: They are right! Alt: Darn...well I guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain...
Alt: Or do I. . . . Pickle & Shack: WHAT? Alt: If he knows how to play all of them, then have him play Satellite Skin and Guilty Cocker Spaniels for me. LLoyd: Those aren't released yet! Alt: ahem. Floyd: Hai. I'm in an emo enchilada now. . . . Chill: Alt, just help them. . . . Alt: I'm not protesting to helping them, I'm waiting to help Pickle and Shack until they hold up their end of the bargain. Chill: Also, why are Satellite Skin and Guilty Cocker Spaniels your favorite? Alt: They aren't. I'm testing him.
*A large flash of light and sound* Isaac Brock: I've come to teach Lloyd Satellite Skin and Guilty Cocker Spaniels. *Another large flash of light and sound, Isaac Brock disappears* Lloyd: I have the knowledge!! *Lloyd begins to play Satellite Skin, after finishing it, he moves right into Guilty Cocker Spaniels* Shack: Yay! Please Alt, please, I mean Lloyd summoned Isaac Brock into the NES that has to count for something!
Isaac Brock: Where'd Jeremiah and Johnny go? Alt: I made them travel while swallowing dramamine. Now, they have dirty dirty fingernails. Isaac: I'll go find them. Alt: Here. Take this special sprok and tap it on your shoulder. *they do so* Shack: We're separated! Picke: Yes! Alt: Get Isaac to come back here. . . . Isaac: Yes? i found the rest of 'em. Alt: Play Free Bird for me. . . . Isaac: I know I've said this before; the odds of us actually playing Free Bird are...there ARE no odds. It is not going to happen. I'll start with the first reason: we have NO idea how to play Free Bird. The second reason is: in the lovebug's natural habitat, hearing that would just kill them, wouldn't it? You wouldn't want that, right? He's adorable. He is cute. Thirdly: Even if some, like, pick your deity, whoever, came down from the heavens or the hills or wherever your deity lives, and just blessed us with this vast knowledge of Free Bird and things, and we could play it backwards, sing backwards, we could do all that crazy shit, we still just wouldn't do it. If this were the Make-a-Wish Foundation and you were gonna die in 20 minutes, just long enough to play Free Bird, we still wouldn't play it. And here's the end reason, the end reason is that life is just too short to play or hear Free Bird. Alt: Thanks for the rant. Now GTFO.
Pickle: Praise the great one George!!! Shack: I can't believe it...we are free...thanks Alt. Can I keep that special spork? Alt: Sure, though it won't do anything now. Shack: Well Pickle, I can honestly say, it has been the worst experience in my life knowing you, I hope you die, and I want you to go away as soon as possible. Pickle: Dost though not want to have a good ol' hug? Shack: No, in fact take THIS! *Shack thrusts the spork into Shack's throat* *A whirlwind is created, Pickle and Shack are sucked into it, and when it ends they are merged back together* Shack: NOOOOOOO! Alt you said it wouldn't do anything? Alt: MWAHAHAHAHAHAH! Unsanity!!!
Alt: I'm not helping you anymore. You're obviously both blithering idiots. . . . Pickle: That's not nice! Shack: You mean! Chill: This is the 12th circle of hell. . . . Alt: The NEs is a trifangle. Chill: what the hell is a trifangle? Alt: It's the NES.
Shack: I can't believe this...it figures... Pickle: a Trifangle is a cluster of nonsensical events that converge in one area to create a universe in which nearly anything is possible. Shack: Maybe we should just go home...The Town of Greater Dancing you called it? Pickle: Well...I suppost that's an idea... Shack: Supost is not a word. *Pickle and Shack turn away from Alt and Chill and set out on their journey home*
