"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
Alt: Cen. . .be unsane or be somewhere else! > Chill: that was a bit harsh. . . . Alt: Unsanity is needed for the survival of the Neverending Story. If it weren't for the unsanity, then the hedgehawgz wud killz ussssssssssssss~ Chill: What hedgehogs? Alt: Not hedgehogs. Hedgehawgz. Chill: What's the difference? Alt: The difference is what it needs to be! Chill: Thanks for being specific. Alt: You're welcome. Chill: Wow. That was awful sarcasm. Alt: We've had this conversation before. Yours is even worse. This statement:
That was awful sarcasm.
proves it. Chill: Oh, so now you can speak in quotes? Alt: Hellz yeh~
"Unsane"? I know insane, and I have mentally disturbed as a setting. But right now I am just tired, people are confusing me and making me feel worse than I already am, and I thought it had died out around noon or so. But whatever.
Krindle: "zzznobody evr means it? So if I say I am going to umm... kill an umm.... certain umm... someone... I wouldn't really do it?" Dandelion: -Stare at Krindle- "What?" Owyn: "I'm sure it's nothing." Gornab: "Woh era uyo resu it's thingno?" Owyn: "I just am, okay? And go grab a dictionary or something I can barely understand you." Gornab: "Why od I deen an-" -gets hit by dictionary Gornab: (Unconcious) "Arydiction..." Krindle: "Ha ha! Did it kill him?.." -hums a tune- "Hmm hmm hmm hmhmhm hmhm hmm..." Dandelion: "Krindle, you know I hate that song." Krindle: "It's not a song! Demonic warriors don't sing songs!" Dandelion: "Stop humming your hymn, tune, whatever!" Owyn: -facepalm- Krindle: "Bll-" -gets hit by dictionary- Owyn: "That was a heavy dictionary." Dandelion: "Thank you Owyn, I shall now recite hat poem that Krindle ha-" -gets hit by dictionary- Gornab: -pants- "Taht inhth is avyhe!" Owyn: -throws dictionary at Gornab. -silence- Owyn: "Ahh, peace and qui-" -gets hit by three dictionaries-
Alt: Causation and meaning are separate entities. Like salsa and tortilla chips. They are separate until you, of your own volition, join them together.
Owyn: "But they were made for each other! Doesn't that mean anything?" -tries to dip tortilla chip- Gornab: -finishes slurping down the salsa bowl- "Ahh..." Owyn: -hits Gornab with dictionary again- "I least I still have-" -chip is missing from hand- Krindle: -crunch- Owyn: "Why I outta-" -gets hit by dictionary- Dandelion: "Nice one." -reaches for chip- -hit by dictionary- Krindle: -munch munch-
"Hey, I'm back! What did I miss?" *looks through posts* F: Wow. "Words fail to describe what the hell I just read..." F: You use a razor now, Pierce? "Oh, yeah. We never gave him his knife back..." *returns knife* F: I wonder if the ogre hunt is still on... "Hmm, that does sound like fun." F: Have any non-existant weapons we can use? "Hellz ya! I got tons." F: That... Kinda scares me. "Whatever. Here, you can use this broadsword!" F: Ummm, isn't a broadsword a little heavy for a 14 yo? "Nonsense, I use it all the time! I'll take this cross bow, with some poison arrows." F: Ok, lets go!
Krindle: "Broadswords? Crossbows?" -drools- Gornab: -mops up drool- " I stuj nedclea in rehe!" Owyn: "Pfft those weapons suck." -pulls out dictionary of pwnage- Dandelion: "You do know that that is only a ditionary with the title edited with red pen?" Owyn: "Shun the non-beiliever!" Krindle: "No, he's right." Owyn: -whimpers-
"I also have grenade launchers, tranqs, machine guns, a rocket launcher, and a grid of heat-seaking nuclear missles located in the western half of North America, if broadswords and crossbows aren't good enough." F: Holy f***ing s***, man!! How many ways do you have to kill people?! "Umm, about three thousand, why?" F: *faints* "Oh, well, back to hunting, I suppose! Mabye I can use Frank as bait..."
"Hey guys we're back" "We're the same person" "Oh just get over it alredy" "Fine" "WTF!!?? Everyone has weopons" "Oh, yes. This is just what I've been waiting for"
"I think sam has been waiting for something relating to weopons..." F: Mabye its weapons. "Mabye he wants to start a war..." F: Did you even listen to what I just said? "Oh, uh, yeah..." F: Ya know, Poison, I really dont think you're very bright. "I didn't make the weapons up..." F: Oh, really? "Ya, they're all behind the bookshelf. It's my secret lair." F: What do I do, pull a book off the shelf and see if it opens? "Yep, it's the big blue one that I always tell you not to touch." F: Oh, ok. *tries to pull book off of the shelf, gets electrocuted* "That's why I tell you not to touch it. The book cover is a fingerprint scanner."
