"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: *whimpers* I thought.. the Brethren hated me :'( Skye: Uhh huhh. They gon'n eat you! Jezz: *squeaks* Ohmygoodness!
Skye: Hey lookie - its Dan. Jezz: Who? Da- Oh, DAN! Skye: *facepalm* Jezz: Dan finally posted in teh NES! *dances* Skye: Ergh... *walks away* Tikki: *flails about* Jezz: Urp.. hey little fella. You want something? What you want? Tikki: *stops flailing and looks disapprovingly at Jezz* Jezz: ..Tikki? Wassamatta? Tikki: *cocks her head, turns and walks away* Jezz: Ohh...bye then... *throws a confused look at Nich* N: *shrugs*
"Hello, all." F: Yes. Hello. "Now then, what were we gonna post here?" F: I don't know. More smarticles about why all of the blithering ditzes are posting incessant babble? "Yes, I suppose." F: Ok then, lets begin this morn- er... Afternoon's lecture. *cracks knuckles* "First and foremost, most of the people here(not including jezz, skye, nich, demus, frank and I... and maybe sometimes manta) are posting nonsense. This is not a thread for nonsense, it is a thread for the clinically 'unsane'. All of these people(excluding above stated) are most likely either new to the thread, or are just not getting how to 'fit in', so to speak. Now, if we were to somehow make these misfits into proper unsane peoples, I'm sure everyone would be much happier. Further more, [ignore]blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah blah blah... F: Ugh... You sound like a college prof. "Blah blah blah blah. *continues speaking* F: Is there an off switch somewhere on this thing? "Blah blah blah..." F: Ah, here we go... "Blah blah... Blah... Blorp... Bloop... Blooo... [/ignore]" F: And now we turn him back on. "Processing... Processing... Processing..." F: Aaaany minute now... "Processing... Processing... Processing complete. Running default functions..." F: There we go. "... Huh...? Whut? What happened?" F: ...
LUKE: I see how it is no one likes me! *fly's away* vise: huh that worked out OK zlith: but now what do we do the editor ran out of ideas for what we do. vise: well we could um uh ...
several hours later
zlith: come on I hate halo cant we play gears of war 2 vise: only if you can kill me. speaking of wich heatshot. killing spree times 10, the you rock at this medal. zlith: huh well you forgot something vise: what? zlith: THIS! KABLAMO vise: what weapon was that? zlith: I don't know but now lets play gears of wa- O...editor...your, typing this, huh.
Booming Onimous Voice: ALL AGAINST POISON AND FRANK'S OPINION, SPEAK NOW. Luke: Aye!
Booming Ominous Voice: ALL IN AGREEMENT WITH POISON AND FRANK'S OPINION, SPEAK NOW. Jezz: Aye! Skye: Ohhh yeah! Xander: *chirps and flails* Jezz: Thats a yes, I think... Twinkle, Touta, Unnamed, Unnamed: *chirps and flails along with Xander* Skye: Ahh moarr yes's! Tikki: *blinks with a confused look* N: Yeah.. we're not sure about her... It's a yes from me! D: Sure.. F: Yeah I totally agree.. one hundred percent. Skye: You..your agreeing with your own statement, moron. F: So! I can agree! Jezz: Guys, enough. Tao: *bubbles happily* Manta: Ooer.. thats a yes from Tao and I.
Booming Ominous Voice: THE JURY HAS IT. I DECLARE LUKE... Everyone: *waits* Luke: *gulp*
Booming Ominous Voice: YES, I DECLARE LUKE GUIL- NAW I'M JUST KIDDING. POISON AND FRANK ARE RIGHT. THERES TOO MUCH BAD NONSENSE IN THE NES. TONE IT DOWN. THAT IS ALL.
Everyone: *breathes out* Skye: Well that was a waste of time... *walks off* Luke: Well fine... *flies away*
"I like it when people agree with me. " F: Who doesn't? It's quite gratifying. "Definitely. By the way... How'd you find my off switch?" F: Well... It was sticking out of the back of your head. "Ah... I should have it removed." F: That's not painful. "I hope not." F: ...
zlith: so vise what do we do now vise: I don't know want to go see a movie zlith: sure vise: what movie zlith: I don't know how about we just go home and microwave random things. vise: fine by me. zlith: why don't we do anything interesting anymore. vise: I think because the editor ran out of ideas (yes I did so whatevrer you say I will type)
First and foremost, most of the people here(not including jezz, skye, nich, demus, frank and I... and maybe sometimes manta) Manta: *blink* O.O Avicus: hmm... upsetting, isn't it? Manta: *blink* *shakes head* uh... better than not being included in the list at all, I guess. Avicus: I suppose. wait, why didn't I get to voice my opinion during Luke's trial? Manta: because you were randomly generated about a week ago, I think. No one knows you. you don't even have a definite shape. Avicus: hmm... can I be the hulk? Manta: no. no you can't. I've decided to make you a pile of text with a human-esque shape. Avicus: huh.
Manta: back slightly-on-topic, Tao seems pretty happy that luke is gone. Tao: *wears sunglasses, pops party poppers* Avicus: looks that way.
"Sorry, Manta. I wasn't so sure if... you know... ah... I hate explaining things to people." *sad face* F: Eh... It's ok? *pats back awkwardly* "Mweh..." F: >.<
Manta: there, there poison. It's ok. I understand. Avicus: you know you forgot to put quotes around the first line, right. Manta: eh? what are you- oh... oh dear. *sob* Avicus: um... don't cry... we'll... get through this? *shrug* F: why do us alter egoes have to comfort our real selves all the time? Avicus: I don't know... "nyeh..." Manta: *sob*
"I think there's a word for that... Not sure though." F: Ya know, sometimes it's difficult being you. "Who cares? You're just a bit of the random fluff that pops out of my mind. You're lucky I kept you, Mr. Sky-Pirate." F: Whatever. You know you couldn't live without me. "That wasn't weird. Anyway, check out my awesome new(and first) signature!"
Jezz: *whimpers* I thought.. the Brethren hated me :'( Skye: Uhh huhh. They gon'n eat you! Jezz: *squeaks* Ohmygoodness!
N: No they won't. They won't defy me. Right Demus? D: Whimper....no more N.... Tikki: *Chirp* N: Ah, little birdy. Jezz didn't know what to do with you? Tikki: *Chirp! Looks happily at N*
Alt: What of me in relation to the Brethren? They must be in good terms with me if they are to exist peacefully in the NES. . .George, Isaac Brock and I all keep watch over this place. The Brethren: Ask. . .Nich.
zlith: there should be hazmat suits at the entrance of the never ending story. vise: why? zlith: because everyone that post here getts split personalities. vise: that a bad thing without the radiation/bad fumes/airborn virus I would not exist. zlith: O yah cause that would be terrible *shifty eyes* *starts working on hazmat suit vise: hey Nicho and Demus can you have one of your lycans bight me. I want to be in the honorable brotherhood, *bows* and ... zlith is being mean and threatining my existance so I want to murder, I MEAN torture, I MEAN punish, I MEAN make him jelous, I mean ... yaaaaaah
"Yah... vise, I'm sure you gotta be speshul to be in the brotherhood... Plus I'm willing to bet that it hurts like hell the first time you change." F: I bet it does. Also, just a precaution, maybe you don't want to mention stakes, silver bullets, and the like when around anyone of the brotherhood. You might get worse than bitten. "Disemboweled, maybe?" F: Do you always get the last words? "Yes."
Manta: I believe it's usually ritual for our alter ego to get the last word. Avicus: it's an equality thing. AN even amount of lines for each of us. except Tao... Tao: *bubbles sadly* Manta: there, there... *ahem* If I may ask, who all is in the brotherhood? Avicus: I would like to know too... Manta: If you know, we'll both know... Avicus: *hmph* I'm just being polite.