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.
Z: What, delete? I'd never do such a thing~ Lock really popular threads, on the other hand... >She'd at most move this to Forum Games.< Z: Yeah, something like that. Where'd your "C:" go? >It reminded you too much of C:enere in the ASC judging. You should know that, you're the one typing.< Z: >: Yazz: Island? Z: Wait, whut?
Alt: Hehe, you misunderstand, You can't move this legitimately. The guy who's really typing this, Caleb, is actually making this a story built on a loose framework of dialog contributed by other users. Chill: Was the explanation needed? Couldn't you put up a sign? Alt: This is a bout. It's oval-shaped. It has no start, and signs always have to go by the entrance. duh.
Z: Ah. Uhm... Two conversational lines at once makes head hurt. Split personality, assemble! Or ... disassemble...
Z1: Technically it could be moved legitimately, as the structure is more like an RPG, except with much more RP than G. Though it looks like it's rated G. Or maybe PG13 like the forum in general. I don't know, I'm just babbling now. Z2: On a boat, thou sayest? Swim time~ *hurls self into water*
>Shouldn't you have gotten back together before doing that?< Zs: ...
N: Gwap Zoph! You know there are things in the water? Sharks.... D: Yummy sir, can I get back in to eat one? N: My good man, feel free to do so. But leave the biggest for Zoph, you've eaten too many.
Alt: There are two fake oceans. Chill: and believe me, this place isn't G. it's more like Section 8.
Alt looked over the horizon. The ocean was rolling over itself, stumbling around and lapping against the ship - but is was so large that the waves had no effect. He reached forward, grabbed the horizon, and lifted it up to see what was beyond it, and he saw their destination was still a good while away.
The fake oceans had bored Alt - he had swum across both of them twice. So, he snapped his fingers (it was just for dramatic effect, because in unsanity or reality snapping your fingers is just a way of announcing the change of something, albeit rather doucheily[except when Alt dos it!!]) and the oceans repopulated and changed from East Coast ocean to tropical - a welcome change indeed. The water was clear, and the reefs wee great SCUBA spots.
Alt: Let the tropicality begin! *Alt grabs some coconut milk in a half-coconut to drink*
"Marine Spiders?" F: Like those little, er... Pod-thingies that hop across the water? "Pod-thingies?" F: I don't know what to call them! "Uh-huh. So... There's Atlantis, Altlantis, and Atmantis? That's a lot of undersea civilizations..." F: And you have 1336+ fanclubs, Alt? *coughnarci- Falls out of boat* "Ha."
Alt: I'll blind him with existentialism so think you could cut through it with a knife. Then, I'd cut through the existentialism with a knife and use it to strangle him.
Alt: I'll blind him with existentialism so think you could cut through it with a knife. Then, I'd cut through the existentialism with a knife and use it to strangle him.
N: He'll just laugh at you. Or call the Squardon in, comprising of an African philo teacher, another Chinese dude with a big sarcastic smile, and a female teacher who can slice you away like a carrot. Prepare for brain-hurting. We tried arguing before with them, but I got blown away. 30 v one and we still can't beat him.
C(harlie - I've already taken the letter Zoph!): *puff, pant* Gee, each time I come back takes so long. Kr is so far away! Where's Kitty? He was meant to be going back and helping Kr.... Kitty: Right here Charlie! ~Charlie looks to see Kitty reclining on a beach chair with a split coconut with a little umbrella and a straw, as well as wearing sunglasses and a grass skirt, a rather funny sight to behold, since Kitty is a panther like transformer. C: KIITY! YOU WERE MEANT TO HELP KR!!!! Kitty: Ohhh...thought I'd forgotten something. *jumps into air and transforms into mini jet fighter, still maintaining the sunglasses and grass skirt* C: *sigh*
