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.
Alt: I told you guys, I killed you once in the NES. You'll fail even more now. . . . altassassin 1: That was then. This is now. We'll kill you and take over! altassassin 2: You're dead and gone, Alt. Alt: Then why are we still speaking? *all three jump on Alt and stab him through the heart once each* Altassassins: We killed him! Rejoice! Chill: I wouldn't be so sure. . . . Alt: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have no heart. Your fail level is astounding. Now. . . . *grabs and consumes altassassin 1* Alt: I'm in critical mass mode! *unleashes tentacle barrage devastator* Alt: They're dead. . .again. Chill: Be honest. . .how much energy did it take you to kill them? did you have to consume the first one? Alt: Nah. But now that I've consumed him, I have enough EP to get the maximum upgrade for groundspike! Chill: sooo. . .you're the prototype? Alt: No, I've been playing it on the nav-computer. *more altassassins come forth* Alt: Don't make me co this again. . . . *they jump, stabbing him in the chest a bunch until Alt falls down motionless* Chill: They. . .killed him. . . . Altassassins: We killed him! *all four of the Altassassins explode*
The Altassassins exploded in a rain of blood. Chill was flabbergasted at this - he was convinced Alt was dead. Then. . . . *Alt comes in through the bathroom window* Chill: What were you doing? Alt: There's life like weeds out there. I was just weeding the garden.
*Flame wanders in amid the flying bricks, chairs and pieces of altassassins* Flame: eh? *looks around at the blood and gore* Flame: sweet, feels like home *starts to settle down, and whips out donut* Flame: donut time! *random brick flies out of nowhere and beans Flame on the head*
Alt: Nice cruise ship, ain't it flame? Flame: It is. *noms donut* Alt: The bricks are on the house. *brick hits Alt* *Alt wipes brick out of existence*
Flame: "noms donut"? what the hell did you do to my donut?! Alt: *evil grins* Flame: I. WAS. HUNGRY! *lobs chairs, bricks, altassasin pieces and whatnot at Alt* Alt: *wipes all flying projectiles out of existence before they reach him* Flame: you got to teach me how to do that
Alt: Being the thread creator of the Neverending Story AND the Aftermath, I am the one true god of the Aftermath. The power is restrained to me, unless your name is Bruce. Then I'll consider giving you my powers until you kneel in front of an oncoming semi truck on the interstate.
Owyn: "What has happened-ed? I... I-I forgot what I was going to dramatically say right about now..." Five children resembling Owyn approach him. Paco: -reads his book and mumbles- Gigi: -sniffles- "Where is Frank?' Xann: "Where did Anne and Frodo and the other guys go?" Five black figures fly away. Owyn: "There they go..." A Strange and Loud Voice:"YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE."
Kr: *wakes* Kr: Wow...I just had the wierdest dream. Pazx had been banned for sharing an account and Strop had gone evil. Jess was also banned....Seriously I had this dream...was scary... Kitty: Rawr (I'm back!!) Kr: AWWW KiTTY!!! You came back for me... Kitty: *noms on kr's head*
Ma: *Yawn* *>_>* *<_<* How the hell did I get here? A: You've been here.... for days. Ma: Actually, I don't remember boarding this boat... A: So... Ma: Don't. A: All you know is... Ma: I'm warning you. A: YOU'RE ON A BOAT, MOTHA- Ma: *Firehose* A: *Writhes in pain* Ma: It's been done. *Manta stamp of disaproval*
Alt: How many more of you will I have to deal with? Altassassins: As long as therer is evil in the world, we will exist. . . . Alt: You're petty assassins, not Zeromus. *they try to attack* Alt: Haha, nothing! *grabs the first one, shoves his arms into his heart, uses the corpse of the first to skewer the second, breaks the sweat of the third and uses the sharp ends to poke through eyes to he brain, and the fourth is killed purely from fear* Chill: Pretty brutal. Alt: Brutality is subjective. I basically gave them a luxury spa treatment and they died in the process. Chill: . . . . *is scared*
