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.
see what happens to those who are good. O well no one tells me how to do it right and everyone gets mad at me for doing it wrong. What are we supposed to do here?????
What everyone else is doing. But I'm the leader of the thread, so follow directions.
Is it that hard to comprehend?
Chill: Apparently. Caleb: Hey, how are you typing to me? I'm the one sitting at the real computer thinking up these conversations and telling people what to do. Chill: Well, you're typing this then, I guess. . . . Alt: Hello, Caleb. How're you? Caleb: My shins hurt >.> Chill: you have to admit, this is slightly existentialist and a bit trippy. . . . sonam: im the evil one and how was i doin sumthin wrong i was just not followin directions Chill, Alt, and Caleb: Not another word from you >.< Chill: Am I the only one who thought it was weird that we did a synchronized emote?
Gigi: *dives in front of Frank* *huggles his leg* "Hehe..." *beams* Owyn: "...Okay." Xann: *jumps off the boat* Frodo: "...What's up with him?" Owyn: "I have no clue..." *goes to check on Xander*
*picks up megaphone* JESS AND KR! (and Nicho) GET YOUR REF TOGETHER!! ROAR!! *puts it down, leaves*
Jess: Eeep! Sorry Cen >.< Skye: She's got it ready, but shes banned from the PC for the week, then shes going to Spain on sunday. She'll have to get Nicho to send it to you! Jess: Sowwee...
"10 bucks?!" F: Not really all that much, Poison. "But... But... I don't have money right now!" F: Sucks fer you. "Gimme 10 bucks." F: No. "Why not?" F: Because I don't like you. Remember? "Well that won't save you." F: Save me from what? "From me." *pulls out cutlass*
Alt: Hello, Xander. Xander: *is scared* Alt: Don't be scared. . .I'm not evil. I just protect the Aftermath. Xander: *hops around, turns head* Alt: *gives Xander food* Xander: ** Alt: Hey Nich! Haven't seen you on the boat before now. Nich: I am the Eternal Blight, the lycan- Alt: Yeah, I know. How've you been? Nich: Okay. Nice boat. . . . Alt: Don't mention it. Seen the fake oceans yet? Nich: I almost fell in -_-
N: Xander, did you bully your sister?!! Tikki, don't cry! Xander: *Nips Tikki* Tikki: *Cry* *Hops to Nicho* N: Great. Look what you did Xander. Bad boy!
D: Master!!!!!!!!!! Get me up!!!!!!! N: Shhh....Don't make the rest of the phoenixes wake up! D: Master.....PIRATES! N: OMG! Call the US Task Fleet! Call the Somalian President! Call the Ninjas!!!!!!
Skye: H- hey Gigi... whoa kid.. PUT THAT GUN DO- Gigi: *shoots*
N: By the magic (or Stupidity) of Post-structralism, I rearrange that sentence, alter the meanings and have Skye shoot Gigi. D: Cor master, what marvellous.....stupi....maigc. *Cough* Xander: *Very confuzzled* *bashes head on Nicho's leg* N: Xander! Wait, I'll pick you u-....ARGHHHH! HOT! D: Master pirates! Somali Pirates! *Gulp* N: What are they doing Demus? Speak my good man! D: They're....they're....selling pirated DVDs and giving pamplets for sales of octagonal rooms!!!!! N: *gasp* To the Bat Mobile! Err...wait.... Xander: *Cocks head to side and listens*
"Somali Pirates... Are we even anywhere near Somalia?" F: *groans, wakes up* You're forgetting where we are... *groan* "Right... Well, you're a pirate, Frank. Do something!" F: What the hell am I supposed to do? They'll sell me stuff! "..." F: ... "I still want that 10 dollars. Gimme. Nao." F: *runs away*
