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.
Randy: I thought this thread was dead. RPOAG: Apparently it isn't. Randy: Do you think they will let us post here? RPOAG: Mayhaps, what if they don't? Randy: I'll Kamehameha them. RPOAG: I was thinking of something like shoop da whoop. Randy: Whatever.... But I mean no harm to them RPOAG: I do. Randy: BLAAAAAAAAAARGH. RPOAG: Ugh... Randy: *disappears* Crap....
Kr: *groan* Someone fetch me a glass of water... *A giant glass of water appears, about 100x Kr* Kr: Errr....ah...I get this place... *PING! He is now feeling much better* Kr: Excellent. CHARRLIEE!!!! C: Yes...? Kr: YOU LEFT ME ON THAT ISLAND ALL BY MYSELF AND DIDN"T COME BACK FOR ME... C: Err... Kr: I COULD HAVE DIED AND THEN WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?? YOU ARE LIKE A GIANT... C: *wishes for earplugs - PING - they arrive* Kr: AND PUT YOU IN A CAKE WITH STRAWBERRIES! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT???
S: *chuckles* Charlie is so dead... J: This thread is so dead. S: ... J: I know! Lets hold an Aftermath Contest! *giant arena and podium appear* S: Now what... J: *Speaks into giant megaphone* Guize, we are holding a Contest! S: A contest for what? J: Fo- um... *pen and paper appear* *writes*
Contest Ideas Beaut- no... Intelli- no... Most popu- no...
J: Theres no criteria! S: *sigh* J: I just want to revive the Aftermath =[
Alt: Considering all that I have to brag about, I'd totally win the most modest contest too. Plus, I live in a different city where the stars are projectors to our life like weeds and grow in a baby blue sedan on Interstate-8 that runs through a positive/negative tundra desert. And yes, I'd win the beauty contest. I can be Hugh Jackman one second and Megan Fox the next, depending on who the judges are. I like being able to shapeshift.
Ma: Ah, maybe this thread isn't as dead as I thought. A: It's still relatively dead. *Avicus dreams up an apple* Ma: Oh... oh, God... Apples were her favorite frui-ui-uit!! *Manta bursts into tears* A: Don't cross your real life problems with your internet persona's problems. This is why you use the internet: To escape the reality. Here, have some spaghetti. Ma: Oh, God, she loved spaghe-he-hetti! *Manta continues to sob* *Avicus shakes his head in exasperation* A: Didn't the NES die due to lack of structure? Shape up! Ma: I'd win the saddest member award, bwaaaaahaaaaahaaaaa!! *Avicus sighs loudly*
Kr: AND THEN I'LL RIP YOUR WINGS OFF AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR... C: Me thinks that Manta is sad. Kr: WITH SEVEN GUNS POINTED AT YOUR HEAD READY TO BLAST OFF YOUR B... C: And Alt is up himself... Kr: DESTROYED SO MUCH YOU WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO MOVE BECAUSE YOU WILL BE FLOATING SPECS OF ATOMS....AND THEN I'D C: Hey I know... *wishes for an imperfect Alt* Kr: ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME YOU PRINCOX? YES THATS RIGHT...FEAR SHAKESPEAR!!!!! C: Hah, now we have an imperfect Alt. Now contests will be fair game! Kr: THOU HAST DEFACED THOU HONOUR AND THOU WEAR VESTAL LIVERY DAILY... C: How do you feel about that Alt? Kr: YOU SHALL NOT TAKE THE WALL ANY MORE, FOR I SHALL BITE MY THUMB AT YOU WHEN I DOTH BADLY LAY THINE EYES ON THEE....
"Old English hurts my brain." F: *imagines another taco* "Would you quit it with the tacos?" F: Sorry. *noms taco* "Sigh..." *imagines a house with one window, a comfy chair, a bookshelf with favorable reading material, and all white interior, floating above the isles* "See ya." F: What? "..." *imagines self in aforementioned house* F: *imagines a taco*
