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: You must be punished. . . . Skye: How? Alt: You have to not know your punishment until it visits upon you! The suspense will crush you. Suspense: Hey! I'm slimming down!
sa60: * Confusion Level Rising * Other half of sa60's split personality (ohossp) : i tink i iz drunk ... sa60: Stop spelling everything in that lolcats.com style already, people can't understand you... ohossp: wai ? itz cool sa60: -_-' ohossp: dun giv meh that look man ... sa60:... ohossp: hey look some guyz fighting letz join them ^^ sa60:...
"Frank... You're pathetic." F: Are teh spiderses gone yet? "Yeah, they left half an hour ago." F: Oh, really? "Mhmm, they couldn't take your wimpy-ness." F: Oh... *sad face* "What's with all the assassinses?" *dodges assassin flying overhead*
Alt: So Frank, you're afraid of spiders? Frank: Yes. Alt: Really. . . . *Alt metamorphosizes into a spider(* Frank: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Alt: To be continued. . . . .
* throws an assassin at Alt * * then jumps in the way of the assassin to protect Alt * ohossp: did u do what i think u did ? sa60: I'm sorry, this thread is just so confusing my inner me told me to do something stupid and physically impossible . sa60's inner me (sim) : * throws assassin at ohossp
"..." F: Wow... I didn't know I could scream with such little emotion... By the way, how big is spider Alt? Cause the spiders I grew up with were about as big as my head... That's why I'm scared of 'em... "It must have been horrible living on the streets... Weren't you like, eleven then?" F: Yes... *traumatized face* "Wow... That sucks. But, then again, I don't really care!" F: I hate you... *stabs poison in the chest* "My heart is locked in a chest at the bottom of the deepest abyss in the Atlantic..." F: D***.
so we just make up stories right. tell me if i do it wrong
Sonam: I am the greatest. Greatest: No you are not! Sonam: Then who is? Greatest: The girl who sleeps with me Sonam: But isnt that like abuse of power Greatest: O yeah, who is gonna stop me Sonam: Why me of course Greatest: And you will do so by..... Sonam: *kills the greatest* Greatest: Youuuuu.... little....... smartyyyyyyyyyyy *dies* Sonam: and i am the greatest
Skye: So... the greatest doesn't exist? Jess: *laughs at the poorly executed joke that a few may understand* Skye: Allltttttttt...~? Alt: ...WHAT NOW?! Skye: *cowers* I was gonna ask if we were going anywhere any time soon...
"Oh no you're not! Gimme back my chest!" F: This should be fun to watch. "Aren't you gonna help me?" F: Right after I clean all this gore off my cutlass. "Ugh... Can't you shoot him?" F: Yes, yes I can. And I'm done cleaning my blade, so... *pulls out longbow, fires at sin* "Can I borrow your cutlass?" F: Sure.
