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.
"Ah! The Hero with A Thousand Faces!" *starts reading* Manta: *sobbing* "Hrm..." *Resumes reading* Manta: *sobbing, louder this time* "Rrgh..." *resumes reading* Manta: *sobbing, even louder* "Sigh..." *pops up on isles* "Erm... Manta? Do you think you could stop sobbing? It's disrupting my reading..." F: You heartless creep. *noms taco* "What? I don't have a heart, remember? It's at the bottom of the-" F: Yeah, yeah. You told us before. "Hrm..." *is irritated* F: So... When do you think he'll stop? It's disrupting my nomming. "..." *soundproofs house, poofs back up there*
Ma: *Sips hot chocolate* Bwaaaaaa!!! *Knocking on Poison's door* Poison: "How did you get up here? Ma: Bwaaaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaa!!! *Collapses and lands inside of the whitewash house* A (Down on isles again): Manta? Maaaaaantaaaaaa?! Where does he go off to? *Dreams up taco Frank's taco* F (In the distance): My taco! Manta: *Imagines the house is underwater* I feel better. *Puts on saddest member medal*
"Blarglgglrallgrbl!!!" *is starting to drown* Ma: What? Oh! That's right! You can't breathe underwater! "Blargglralgr!!!" *alters his anatomy so that his lungs could filter oxygen out of the water as well as breathe on land, coughs* "Gah... Never... Do that... Again..." Manta: Glub? "Sigh... I'm bored. You ruined my house. Nao you must pay." *imagines harpoon gun and fishing hat* Ma: *swims away frantically*
*Back on the shore* Ma: Oh my Gaw- Why am I trying to escape? *Imagines Manta Lazor cannon* Poison: "Hrm. Looks bad." *Frantically runs to the shore* A: *casually stands next to Frank* Looks bad. F: *Hesitantly* Yep. I-is that my taco? A: *Gazes down at taco* I guess so. Here, have mine. *Imagines taco* *Imagines taco is Frank's* Both: *Nomming tacos*
"Oh shi-" *gets manta laz- "Wait! What does the Manta Lazor actually do? Am I gonna get deep fried or something?" Ma: You wanna find out? *preps lazor* "Not really, no." *imagines a can of manta lazor repellent* "What now, fish-boy?"
Ma: *Gets out can of Manta Lazor repellant repellant* **** YEAH. I'ma firin' my lazor now! *Wave of intense grief* Oh, God! I miss her! *Headsand* *Imagines shield of invincibility* A: Would it help if I made you a taco? Frank's got me hooked on those things. F: If I had a nickel for every taco I've had today, I'd have 20 cents! Ma: *Imagines a massive water slide lands on Frank & Avicus*
Alt: Also imagines a giant water slide landing on Frank and Avicus* Alt: Ah, yes. The crunch of bone on a Saturday morning. . .sounds like a refreshing morning. Frank: I don't appreciate that! Avicus: Same here!
"I guess water slides help calm you down?" *edges away, starts running, hits a tree* Ma: *sobbing while going down water slide* "Ow... Who put that tree there?!" A: *muffled* Ya know, you could've dropped the slide somewhere more... Vacant. F: *muffled* Yeah. I think my ribcage might collapse...
Ma: *From water slide* Octagonal room! *Bawling* A: *muffled* Oh, crap! Who is it this time? F: *muffled* I du- *poof* A: Huh. That's a bummer. Why'd you say that? Ma: *Hysterical bawling, Still in massive water slide* I grieve by taking it out on others! Octago-hoh-honal rooooooom!!! *Still in water slide*
*poof* F: Wha...? Where the hell am I? ~Will Frank find out where the hell he is? Will Manta ever stop sobbing? Is Alt, in fact, a gigantic narcissist? All these questions and many others will be answered on next weeks epi- "What the hell was that?" A: I dunno, a dramatic cliffhanger for some cheesy soap opera? "Eh, who cares? I want tacos!" *imagines platter of tacos, tacos disappear* "What the... Where'd my tacos go?" F: Mmmmmm.... Tacos. *noms tacos*
