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.
Thaggy: *jumps into story, sees F run into wall* Thaggy: Dude, this is a cool story F: Yeah, thanks for helping me, GOSH! Thaggy: Hey, I want a brochure for an octagonal room! That would be really cool.....you know, if I had a house..... F: Where did you come from? Thaggy: umm.....*shifty eyes*......*leaves*
Alt: You don't need Strop. I'm way more ninja than him >.> Chill: what? *Alt appears to stay stationary, but hundreds of pirates fall down on deck unconscious* Alt: and Strop has to be drawn doing that kind of stuff. I just have to be typed. Chill: wow. . .inedible. . .I think? Alt: Cool, you think too. I wonder if most peoplw think. . . . Alt & Chill: Nah.
N: Wait Xander don't hide in my hair, the pirates are saying something! Pirate: We comez in peace! We wanz you to buy house! Nice house, big house! Many many rooms! All octagonal!
Ma: *Breaches out of water* *Lands on ship's deck* Whoo! What a wonderful vacation! A: Where were you? Ma: Altlantis. It's like Atlantis, but since Alt is the god, It's more angry. Look! I brought you a souvenir! A: This is an Altasassin's arm... Ma: I was going to get you a coffe mug, but I saw that and thought, "Avicus could use one of those." A: Hrm... *Scratches back using the arm* Thanks? Ma: I also got this... *Pulls out Phoenix egg* For Jess. I don't think it's real, however. Frank will love this; *Pulls out marine-spider*. A: I thought he hated spiders. Ma: ...Frank will love this! And for Nicho... *Takes out picture of Jess* A: Why were they selling that in Altlantis? Ma: They weren't. The internet is a wonderful place.
Alt: Altlantis doesn't sell stuff like that. It sells coffee, intelligence and irony. Ma: Then where did I get he Altassassin arm? Alt: At the Alt fanclub #1336. . . .
Ma: Oh, I didn't mention? I merely found everything except for the Altassassin arm. That was sold to me in an undisclosed building. Which was apparently Alt fanclub #1336. A: *Pockets Altassassin arm* 1336 is strikingly close to 1337.
N: Cough. Atlantis is not real. Atlantian: Says who infidel!!!!!!! N: Hey, a talking dolphin! Atlantian: Unbeliever! I am a suicide bomber! Prepare to go to Hell!
Ma: ...Frank will love this! And for Nicho... *Takes out picture of Jess*
Alt: Atlantis isn't real. at doesn't deserve worship. At: Hy! I'm a nice guy too! Alt: It's not being nice that gives you godliness. You could've been somebody. You could've been a contender! Alt: It's so close to 1337 because it's also so painfully far away. Everybody knows the 1337th fanclub is too leet to sell stuff.
Ma: While Atlantis is mere legend, created for the sole purpose of entertaining the youngsters, Atmantis is my own little realm. A: Is it your hometown? Ma: It is. 'Tis a quaint little place, with few residents. A: Funny I've never met any of them except for you. Saddamarine Hussein: That's what you think, infidel! *Squirts water gun* Ma: Seriously, guy? Float away from me. S: *Floats away* A: Who was that? Ma: A childhood wannabe-bully from back in Atmantis. I kicked his caudal fin every day. Alt: Don't create realms in my story. Ma: Who said I created it?
Zoph: Isn't that spam? Crest: >Yes.< Z: Thought so. *paints it over, carefully toddling past the Atmantis inhabitants* C: *pointless fiddling with feathers*
N: If I were so bold as to say Zoph, please don't do a Nemo and delete the whole thread eventually. D: If not welcome aboard. Wait no. You're still on that island with KR.
