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.
"Did we scare him off?" F: Scare who off? "That one guy... Midsumthing." F: Midsummer and Knight? Who knows. But I'm sure he'll be back. They always come back. *evil face* "What? Who always comes back?" F: You have a long memory.
Ma: It seems fresh meat is a plentiful thing as of late... and I'm not ugly! For all you know, I could be a sexy woman, posing as a fourteen-year-old fish-boy. A: I think you have that usual case backwards... Ma: So who's this here? Bob and Italicized Bob? Bob: Me says no, it's Bob. Tao: Where's my habitat? Xaaaanderrrrr... Xan: *Chirp!*
Uh... Should I be flattered or offended? I guess I'll keep posting here. I guess I should use two people, though? And it appears as if it's already been decided who I use. So, here it goes.
Skye: MidsummerKnight, I'd just be flattered. Jess: How did you guys get to the Golden Isles? Skye: What if they're girls? Jess: How did... You girls get to the Golden Isles? Skye: What if they're unicorns? Jess: ... Jess: Are they Australian? Skye: I don't... think so... Jess: Well then they're not unicorns, are they? Skye: ...
BM: Me likes to eat unicorns, very good meats there. BM:Can we eat you? BM: SHUTUP, me don't ask, how can you ask to eat someone? BM: Well, me thought that it might be nice enough to let us. BM: Idiot, to late now, Me might have a chance at eating that firey bird too, just keep our eyes on it.
Ma: Dun worry about it, M&K. Unsanity is a common thing here. There are just two things to remember: Keep your posts (relatively) structured and never mention the octogonal room. I think you'll see why. A: Girls don't exist on the internet... Jess & Skye: *Intensely piercing and angry glares* A: *Death x2*
M: Thanks... Manta? And Avicus, correct? I know the rules of the internet, though I'm not much of a follower. K: Nope. M: He... Doesn't say much. I'm the left brain, and he's the right.
Pickle: Midsummer you nave! How darest you spake in that tone to the gossamer Jess. Shack: Pickle...you have a thing for Jess? *Pokes Pickle in his half of their shared chest* Pickle: Nay...I nayen't...twas just being courteouseth. Shack: Ahhh, you're adding those extra endings to words a little bit too much, I think you do. Pickle: Dammit man! *Pickle rips the magic spork from Shacks hand* Pickle: HAVE AT YOU! *A struggle ensues for control of the spork when suddenly it emits a great light that envelopes both Pickle and Shack who, disappear and reappear in a split second* Shack: What happened? Pickle: I danst know... Shack: You're really reaching with your lingo now huh? *Suddenly Pickle and Shacks body separates* Shack: I would be excited...but the last time this happened it was too good to be true. Pickle: AH HAH! I have done it! George smiles upon thy use of the mighty spork! *The spork then flies out of Pickles hand and floats in the air for a moment before exploding in a giant cloud of smoke* Jess: What the! MidsummerKnight: Holy crap! Shack: Should have known something like this would happen. *As the smoke begins to dissipate a shadowy form is revealed* ?: SQUAAHHHH!!!!! *The form flaps its enormous wings and comes into full view under the 6 suns, 3 cold, 3 hot, of The Aftermath universe* Shack: WHAT IS THAT?!?!?!
