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.
Jess: I think er. Theres something missing... Skye: What? Jess: Not what; WHO. Skye: Okay, who? Jess: I'm sure Mary mentioned someone just recently... Skye: Adam? Jess: Nnooeee. Nicho. Skye: He's not her- wait. HES NOT HERE?! Jess: Apparantly not look... Wait *squints at the shore where Ryan is* Skye: Ohhh my... theres a tiger! Jess: No lool stupid, theres another guy O_O
N: *glum* Right, it's me and you Ryan. Oh and Demus. I can't believe you guys really left me here without alcohol. At least give me some rum! D: I've got a plan master...Something Jack Sparrow did. N: On this Island, I'm inclined to believe what you say for once. D: Well Massa....you see we just tie ourselves to some turtles and get off this place! N: Right...and what do we use to tie ourselves on those things? Wait....no...Demus No!!!!!!!! D: Massa...like Jack Sparrow. We use our HAIR! N: Well...since there is no other way... D: Massa! Turtle there! Big Un too. N: Good boy, let's get her! D: Holy Guano, it's a Snapper turtle!
Alt: Looks like we're getting closer to shore. Chill: the shore of what? Alt: Only I know. And I won't tell. SomeMysteryPerson: Oh no you won't! Alt: Jesus Christ, more of you? Altassassin Leader: Just me. Alt: Do you like oranges? Altassassin Leader: Umm. . . . Alt: Answer the question. Altassassin Leader: Not really. Alt: Okay then. You need your nutrition, you know. *Alt takes orange, hits him in the throat with it, orange penetrates throat and goes into his stomach* Chill: Why'd you do that? Alt: He needs his Vitamin C. And oranges are packed with other important nutrients that you need to survive! Chill: Ummm. . .hmmm. . .would survival really matter at this point for him? Alt: I don't care if he's totally asphyxiated now. That's inconsequential. It only matters that he got his Vitamin C. HaterofVitaminC: Why'd you change my name again? Alt: For teh lulz. Chill: Next - goddammit, you change it back when I'm about to complain. Alt: Part of the job. My torment quota is almost filled now! Chill: Who do you turn it in to? You're the god of this Universe. Alt: Myself, for approval. If I approve of what I've done, I'll give myself a promotion. Chill: What's the point of that? Alt: The top-left corner of the quota paper itself is pretty sharp.
N: Well smartypants. Remind me again WHAT we are doing. D: Well Sir, we're tied together with hair, to give more speed, and we're swimming to the boat. N: Right Demus....and remind me what on Earth are those black swimming triangles? D: Eh sir? Nothing but a nurse shark. Old girl won't harm you. N: Right Demus...right.... D: Look sir, I'll prove it.
*Touches fin*
D: There Sir! I told you she won't do an- YEOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jess: Holy sh- Skye: Well done. You did it again. Jess: omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg Skye: Do not bring that animal near the boat! Jess: omgomgomg itscomingforus O_O
Jess: O_O Skye: Alt... why did you shout the word?! Jess: O_O Skye: It's okay.. It's gone. It's dead. Jess: Aw. Kay. I didn't get to kill it Skye: Guize, we're still on the fake shore! Xander: *chirp*
Ma: *Looks out at the water* OMG, it's a moray eel. A: *Looks at water with Manta* OMG, it's huge. Ma: OMG, It's after Nich. A: OMG, that things gotta be 8 ft. long. Ma: OMG, Swim Nich, swiiiiiiiiim!!!
