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.
"Ok, Alt just ninja'd someone who had posted already... And I just got ninja'd by all of you in the previous post... Even though I had already posted... This is like some epic lag glitch. And I'm not an arrow, I'm an artist." F: And I'm not a loser... *sniff* *goes f and mopes*
Manta: I actually decided I'm a fish man NAMED Manta, more recently. y'know. for the WoM contest. or is that reserved for UberTuna? Avicus: I think Ubertuna is a man-fish... Manta: wait, what's the difference? Avicus: Ubertuna is well drawn. you're not. Manta: how did you get in my files? and why were you looking at my drawing of me?! and what makes you say I'm bad at drawing... well, that's true, but, what of the other stuff? Avicus: it's complicated.
ALt: I'm a full entity, yet simultaneously an echo. I created the NES, and before it's corruption, I was full. Now, I'm hoping to cleanse it with an actual story structure supplemented by your guys' dialogue. Chill: I'm a grandmaster of George. . . . A stark realization of the full being of Alt, though i predate him. I can command water and ice to a certain degree, though I don;t need my power here. . . .
Sam: What the heck. An aftermath, of the NES? Bob: Yes, What else did you expect you retard. The unsanity grew to much. Sam: Well, Who peed in your Cheerios? Bob: *moans* You know, you need to just go away and die. Sam: You want to know what I think *Roundhouse kick to the face* That's what I think Bob: *in pain* Oh, It's on now.
Kr: You forgot me Patch! So...and Kingryan Is just awesome! Well...maybe... P: Yeah...right...bogan. Kr: Hypocrite. P: ... Kr: I still want to go to candy mountain.
After fighting for about fifteen minutes Sam fell to the floor with a hard thump. It sounded painful indeed with a huge groan of pain coming from him. Bob looked down with interst.
Bob: Dude, you ok. Sam: Yeah, *groan* I guess. Bob: Well, Now I guess you've learned your lesson. Sam: Well, I'm going to sleep Bob: Yeah, me to.
They went to the nearest hotel and rented a room and finally went to sleep. After minutes of aguing pointlessly at each other.
"You... Are a strange being, Alt..." F: I was wondering, given the explanation of all of us by Pazx... Do you really have an alternate? "Ooooh... I'm finished with the fractal, Alt. You go see it nao?"
Alt: Strangeness is subjective to the others present. And- *points to the talking arrow, the talking manta, the talking gorgon, the talking phoenix, and the giant gummy bear* -out of this lot, I'm one of the least strange beings here.
