The result of overpopulation in the NES was not a good one. Thre unsanity was stretched thin, and lost on most. Only Alt, Chill, Pierce and Mary, Pickle and Shack, and DB still carried it with them, keeping it close to their minds. They left progressively as they tired of the boredom. . . . P: We're finally out. . . . Alt: Yeah. . .being the god of the NES was too much. I'll let that place kick it's own ass as it's dying. M; Heh, yeah. *slaps P* P: What was that for? M: . . . . P: . . . . Chill: Another ellipsis battle. M: . . . . P: . . . . Alt: They never end. M: . . . . P: . . . . They left quietly from the NES, determined to never return to it. He let the people with randomness in their heads to change the paradigm- he would only check up rarely. Alt: We're out now. . .should we start something new? Chill: Maybe. . . . Alt: For those deemed unsane, they can continue here. When the Chronicle of the NES hits 100 pages, we shall let it die. They left, to return only rarely as long as the NES lived.
This is a restructure of the Neverending Story. Posts should be NES-style dialogue intermixed with relevant bits of prose. Unsanity and humor is appreciated, and is in fact the entire core and purpose of the thread. All are welcome, unless they spend all of their time trying and epically failing to be funny and unsane through obstreperous randomness.
Kr: Seriously, don't poke that tongue at me...I know where it has been!!! C: Don't think that...you might be sick... Kr: EWWW COOTIES!!!! C: Your cousin is in the loungeroom... Kr: That he is...but did he get 96% for his maths exam? NO HE DIDN'T! C: *sigh*
Now go and board me whatever number of times you feel it's necessary.
J: *boards* S: ... That it? J: Mhmm yuh.
Kr: Seriously, don't poke that tongue at me...I know where it has been!!!
J: *boards* *board breaks* Crap. S: Guize we need a new board!
N: But uhm. That hurt. J: ... was supposed to. N: but uhm. Thats mean! S: yup. KR: I'm glad that board broke. S: Noee cuz now i'm getting a better one >:3 J: Yeahh so ya'll keep your traps shut! S: ...American? J: Shh. Still tired.. uhm.. tea... "bangers and mash" *glances at KR*
J: That is disgusting! -_-' S: Walk away, just walk away. J: You see, I did like Bob. But now... *shakes head* S: Ughh. Nevermind Jess, nevermind. *silently laughs*
Manta: What's this speak of bricks and boards? Avicus: Jess has resorted to violence to get people off her backs. Manta: Aaaaahh. *Grabs steel bat* Sweet. So we're all doing it? Avicus: N-no... I don't think so... Please put that down...
N: *Throws truckload of bricks at bob* D: Good riddance. Wastage of fertiliser. N: Well, what are friends for Jess? D: I feel ill master. N: Here, have a brick.
Avicus: Jess has resorted to violence to get people off her backs.
J: I have more than one back? S: Perhaps it's my back too. J: We may be the same person, but we're not the same person. S: We are almost as seperated as Mary and er.. *cough* Pierce. J: Why cough? S: I'm tired
N: Well, what are friends for Jess?
J: I could answer that... but I wont :3 S: Right well. We gots to go. J: TRRAANNSSFFOORRMMEERSS!!!! S: Yuh :3
