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.
Kr: Zega? C: I was kidding....I don't love Manta...sorry to disappoint you....especially if I got your hopes up! Kr: Why do I get the feeling that that is Zega? C: And I hope that you don't hate me forever... Kr: Hmmm....
"Are we traveling atop a giant tortoise to an island in the sky?" F: Or perhaps an underwater voyage to the depths of the Atlantic? "Or maybe he just smells pickles..."
Ma: Ryan... doesn't love me? A: Another heartbreaking chapter in Manta's life... Ma: But... we had so much together. *Reminisces*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kr: STOP STARIN' AT MAH FAIC!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ma: Then... that's it? It's over? A: Wait, didn't you get onto Jess for making fun of you for tha- Ma: Fine! Then... I never want to see you again! *Goes on another journey to find self* A: I don't actually remember you returning from your last journey.
F: So when are they getting here? "Who?" F: Shut up. Go... Go be ignorant. And stupid. But somewhere else. "Fine." *is in whitewash house* F: Oh, good. He's gone. So... ETA?
J: But Spencer... It wasn't Ryan who loved you... It was Chhhaaarrrliieeeeee S: I'm pretty sure Ryan feels something for you though... J: Skye... S: What?! J: don't stir it up, do you want Ryan to hate you too? S: To be fair, Spensah got angry at you. Besides, Ryan loves me... J: ... S: ... J: *smirks* S: Are we still on the Golden Isles? J: Yes... S: Good. *imagines Ryan loves her* Kr: ... S: Daymn, it didn't work! J: I think its known pretty well world-wide that you can't mess with true love. S: B-But... .... Oh... Ryan's got Kitty. Well... I'm guessing by the way he looks at him anyways >:3 J: Mhmm and you've got noone! S: *stomps feet* Actually.. I-I... I've got... CARTER! Carter: *shuffles away* S: *sob*
J: Eh, anyway, I'm going to bed... *yawn* Is there a bed... Anywhere? S: *uses mind power* There's your stoopid bed... *mumbles* That BED doesn't love anyone.... I can conjure THAT up... *grumble*
"Aw... You didn't get me anything from Taco Bell? And you bought bland?" F: *noms taco* "Where'd you get that?" F: Taco Bell. "But... But..." F: There's one a few miles back, behind those big rocks. "Orly?" *checks* "..." F: What? "You're eating toxic waste."
F: Ah...rest time finally! Finally school is over...for five days. Oh wow that's so good. Absolutely man. And what about that math test next wednesday? I don't get anything about linear law. Stupid topic. I love-----
Pickle and Shack emerge from the ruins of the NES to find they are nowhere...yet somewhere. After much thought, Shack surmises they may be somewhere in between the destroyed universe of the NES and whatever was created in The Aftermath. Pickle and Shack conversed continuously realizing that if they stopped their existence blinked in and out. Until finally one day...
Shack: You know Pickle, I thought that spending all of this time together in this non-place place, would make us closer. But I still hate you, and, on top of that I think that if my hatred was a seed it has now blossomed into an enormous hate orchid that envelopes us both and drives me to want to kill you. Pickle: Yes...I knoweth this. Shack: Take that for example, you can't just add eth, or est to anything and think that is a proper word. You sound like a dam fool! Pickle: Hush now pig feeler! Dost thou understand?! We must join ourselves together in spirit as we are kindred in body to be freed from our placeful placeless prison. *Shack thinks for a moment, and remembers the episode with the magic spork that Alt gave them so long ago and has an epiphany* Shack: Oh my god! *Shack removes the spork from his pantaloons and thrusts it forward creating a fissure in the wall/un-wall of the placeless place*
The fissure grows just large enough for Pickle and Shack to cross over. They see Alt, Chill, Pierce, Mary, Jezz, and Skye before them.
Shack: We're back! Alt: No you're not. Shack: Well yes we are...wait a minute, where are we?
