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.
J: Niicchhhh...? Who's Joel? S: ... J: if any more people confess their love I'll have to draw a love flow chart for The Aftermath. S: Hold on, there's still a lot of people keeping quiet. J: Liieekk who? S: You for instance? And me. J: And Alt. S: Yeah but Alt's too perfect for anyone. J: Demus? S: I think he's more intent on killing the girl. J: Okay, Manta? S: He's still getting over the spaghetti girl. J: Skye! Be a little more tactical, please! S: *shrugs* He's friends with Avicus... I don't feel like being kind to him. J: ... Ryan? S: Mhmm no, he's wayyyy too old for all that lovey stuff. J: Erm... Okay I can't think of anyone els- CHILL?! Chill: Erm, No. Leave me out of this. J: ... Anyone I haven't mentioned? Frank: *cough* J: Nahh, I'll just conjure up a pretty taco.
F: I feel so left out... Ooh, pretty taco! "It's sad just watching him, sometimes. It's even worse that I have to look after him."Poor Ethan :P" F: Who's Ethan? "Fiction. Who's the Taco Bell dog?" F: The one thing I idolize moar than tacos.
Robert Ferdinand: Well, we finally got names, and I'm no longer a cannibal. :-D Frankletion John McGee: Okay we got names, but what the hell? They're so weird... Robert Ferdinand: They match us so well, though. :-D Frankleton John McGee: Frankleton's not even a real name though... Robert: *craves human flesh* Frankleton: O_o Robert: Speaking of which, who are we in love with? Frankleton: How is that "speaking of which"? Robert: I think I'm in love with...Jolene Mursquire! Frankleton: ...No real people you love, then? Robert: *daydreams about Jolene Mursquire* Frankleton: Creepy... Jolene Mursquire: Tell me about it! Frankleton: You're real?! Jolene: Yeah... Frankleton: O_O
Ma: *Wishes Avicus to life, gives him a mirror* There. That should prevent further death. A: And then I saw her face~ Now I'm a believer` Not a trace~ No doubt in my mind` I'm in love~ Ma: I love this song. *Wishes for Smash Mouth concert* A: Wait, this song's by the Monkees. Ma: I liek this Verzhun bettar!!! A: *Crushed by stage* Why am I always crushed with things?! Jolene: I love you, Manta! Ma: Neat. Saved you a spot. :3 *Wishes for second seat at the concert* Robert: I thought we had something!
Ma: You have to be kidding me. Slipknot? A: *Still under stage, muffled* What about an Aerosmith concert? Ma: Can't say I have ever heard of someone who dislikes Aerosmith. So it shall be! *Conjures up Aerosmith concert, with Steven Tyler's Shoulder magically healed* Better?
"..." *kills self* F: I think he might want to explain, so... "Gah! I... Actually don't like Aerosmith:P And yes, Slipknot! One of my fav bands! Check mah about :P"
Ma: Awright! F: Owwwwwwww.... Ma: *Conjures up SoaD concert, complete with mosh pit, concession stand, and pyrotechnics* All: *Jamming, moshing, eating, watching the pwitty pyrotechnics*
"Hey, uh Manta? Frank just got trampled. Should we be concerned?" Ma: Who cares? Look at those pwitty pyrotechnics!! F: *dead* *encore* F: *dead* *another encore* F: *dead* *third encore* F: I'm f*cking dead! Somebody help me!!
N: Joel, the infamous chest-hair loving, vulgarity throwing, beatboxing, basketballing, bowling buddy in my school. Now be nice, or I'll skin you in school Joel.
Oh and Demus is not intent on killing. Even monsters have hearts. And oh well, I think Nicho and Demus are now, back to Nichodemus again.
J: ... Ryan? S: Mhmm no, he's wayyyy too old for all that lovey stuff.
Kr: blah blah blah blah BLAH blah blah blah. K: Oh Aftermath, I love you so dearly...don't ever go away again. C: Oh Carlie, I love you so dearly...won't you return my love my dearest administrator. Kr: blah blah blah! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! K: Wait...I think Kr might be saying something useful... Kr: blah blah...blah blah...blah! *scriptwriters resume writing* Kr: tomato cabbage...cheese...frog...CANINE! Oh...I'm talking again...now, what was it wanted to say? Oh yeah... *imagines himself as young again* Kr: Oh Jeee-eesssss....I'm never to old for youuuuu! *he stretches his arm, a CRACK is heard and he falls over writhing in pain*
