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: So what...Jess is on the boat but I'm not...Fine, time to genetically modify Kitty. Kitty: Rawr?? Kr: *pulls out needle* Hold still this won't hurt a bit... Kitty: *bites arm* Kr: Nooo bad kitty...
Ma: *headscratch* I don't like where KR's idea is going. A: Are you getting out of the mini-ocean any time soon? Ma: No, I rather like it here. *backstroke* A: What about the sharks? Ma: I took care of it. *Dons sharkskin hat* A: O_O
"The mini-ocean is cool. Hey... Another shark!" *fires bow at manta* F: Where? All I see is Man... Ta... Uh-oh... "What?" F: Oh... Nothing... I'm just gonna... Go hide in the hull... Bye! *runs off*
Alt: You know what I'm going to say about that iceberg, right? Chill: That it's the ships' fake iceberg? Alt: No, that that ice berg is no match for the giant spork at the front to plow through it. But a fake iceberg on the ship would be nice. . . . Chill: *facepalm*
"Fine." *Shoots harpoon at manta* "How's that, fish-boy?" F: Kinda harsh, don't ya think? "Ummm... Nope. Not by my standards." F: ... Fare the well, Poison. *Hides in 501st hull*
Ma: Ow. *removes harpoon* That smarts. A: I thought you were supposed to leave it in until you could get to a hospital. Ma: Nah... It works differently for fish in a way I don't quite understand. A: Ok, well, I'm going to the 501st hull with everyone else. Ma: Alright. You do that. Oh... *Pulls out box* Give this to Poison for me, mmkay? A: Okay. Ma: And get him to sign this liability waiver. A: ...Oh my...
Kr: Hmmmmm.....I'm all alone, there's no one here beside meeeeeee..... Kitty: Rawr (I'm here for you don't be sad). Kr: Kitty...you ate my arm...and it is still in your mouth. Kitty: Rawr (but it tastes so yummy!!) Kr: *headfloor*
On Boat:
C: Hehehehehehhehehe I know something you all don't know... J: What? C: Oh...you know it Jess!!! J: You...better...not...tell....OR I"LL BOARD YOU!!! C: It isn't me you want to board.... J: *chases*
J: Your right. He is taking it bad. S: Its horrible J: And I can't cheer him up S: Me neither J: Ha. We kinda are on the Titanic anyway. S: OH yah. Have we crashed into the iceberg yet? C: I knnooowwwww.... I knowwww... J: *angry face* BUZZ. OFF! S: *kicks the fly/faery* C: ?!
B: Nicho is really taking this depression hardly. S: Naw. B: He wan't to be on the Titanic. S: Ohhh. :O S: Well, he'll make it.
~Titanic~
Bless that fateful night, When this life was taken away. A quick blow on the ice, And she was over on the starboard. A quick blow on the ice, And I was slipping overboard. A quick blow on the ice, And the waters will claim my body. A quick blow on the ice, And no more shall I feel this way. A quick blow on the ice, And I feel no more pain. A quick blow on the ice, How does it feel in the Afterlife?
