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: but remember, I can defy logic. Any logic they throw at me will slide off like rain on a raincoat - their primary weapon will be useless. You must be reminded that this isn't the real world - there are loopholes and philosophical principles here that exist nowhere else. And your 'teachers' (merely the subject of laughter in the philosophical world of the Aftermath) cant stand up to the true, pristine, unsane logic which makes it's home here.
Alt: but remember, I can defy logic. Any logic they throw at me will slide off like rain on a raincoat - their primary weapon will be useless. You must be reminded that this isn't the real world - there are loopholes and philosophical principles here that exist nowhere else. And your 'teachers' (merely the subject of laughter in the philosophical world of the Aftermath) cant stand up to the true, pristine, unsane logic which makes it's home here.
N: Not to be racist, but that African sure packs a deadly shotgun. *cough*
Alt: You're likening this too much to the real world. Think in terms of unsanity, not existence. He shoots me, I pick out the pellets, and put them on an ice cream sundae and enjoy them as a delicious topping. Then, I wipe him from existence as punishment.
SA60: *I missed too much of the story and am too lazy to catch up.* *Falls from the sky on Alt's ice cream and prepares to feel his wrath * ohossp: heya Alt, watcha' doin' ?
"Imperfection has it's advantages, Alt. Unless, of course, you happen to be Frank." F: Hey! "He just might be the biggest screw-up on the planet." F: Hey!! "Is that all you can think of as a comeback?" F: He-... No. "Oh really?" F: Well, I could say lots of things about you. "But will you?" F: ... Yeah. "Sure." F: *pulls out poisons screw-up record* Huh, I'm only beating you by one. "What? That's impossible!" *hysterical fit* F: Oh really? "Yes, really. I-" *falls off of boat* F: Look, now we're tied!
Alt: Imperfection has no advantages that can compare to Altection. Altection is above perfection. Chill: sure, sure. . . . Alt: See? Even Chill agrees with me. THAT's a miracle in itself.
"I sense doubt in you, young Coffee-wan." F: Uh... Wat? "The Force flows through all living tings. Even Frank." F: Was that an insult or a compliment? "Do not abide to the dogmatic, narrow view of the Republic." F: *punches poison in the face* "You missed, young Frank-awan." F: *shoots poison* "Ouch."
M: Most things are above perfection. Alt: Physically, but not actually. Perfection is pretty short. M: *confuzzled* Alt: The confuzzlement is part of it.
They were nearing land. . .an autumn leaf drifted onto the ship and on alt's head. They were nearing the Golden Isles.
*Kr is lying on the beach in tattered clothing, he appears to be dead* *Kitty approaches, tranforms in mid air and lands on beach near Kr*
Kitty: Kr...I have returned. *nothing* Kitty: KINGRYAN!!!! *nothing* Kitty: Ummm......err......you got 50k for free in Runescape! Kr: *Jumps up* What? WHAT? Free gold?? Kitty: Kidding.... Kr: Gah! *falls onto sand unconscious* Kitty: Lets get you to the boat...
*Kitty produces a net which he puts Kr into, and he then holds all four corners, jumps and tranforms into jet and flies back to ship with Kr supported underneath in the aforementioned net*
Alt: Oh em gee, the Golden Isles! We're here! Chill: This isn't gold. It's an island -_- Alt: That's the point. Chill: Duh. Alt: Off the ship everyone! We're here! Chill: The ship is too big. Noone will hear you. *everyone gets off the ship* Chill: It's just because you're the one typing >.<
