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.
Jess: 'Ascuse me Mr Bobert, you got no chance of eating this fiery bird. *snaps finger-feathers* Skye: *flips out* Ohmygosh, I've been to Germany! Its wicked cool over there I speak Germa- wait. Nevermind. I speak such poor German I'm not even going to tell you how bad it is...
Jess: Aaannnyyywaayyy its... Very late... Gone 4 in the morning... G'night guize.
"He came back! Yay! I think. I hope." F: Shut up, Poison. You might offend him. "Why are you so polite all of a sudden? You're never nice to me" F: Yeah, well, that's cause I don't like you. "Hrm..."
BM: Didn't that manta thingy say there was plenty of meats? BM: Yes, me thinks so? BM: Well me should find it! BM: Shouldn't me asks? BM: *sigh* Do you know how dumb you are, we don't get anything by asking. While they are looking at whatever that thing with wings, we should find this meat.
F:And so it has come to past that regretably the place is really starting to...bog down a tad bit. Also, Xander I miss you. *picks up Xander* *hugs* *cries*
X: *Where's Nicho and Demus?*
F: Dead and buried. Along with my shattered heart. I couldn't take the pain, both physical and mental so I took it out myself.
Jess: Are they Australian? Skye: I don't... think so... Jess: Well then they're not unicorns, are they? Skye: ...
Kr: Heeeeyyy....Wait. Waaaaiit....I'm not a~CHAARRLLIIEEEE...Charlie! Look Charlie, its the magical choo choo shoe!!! C: What? Oh God. Go away you guys! I'm tired of you guys and all the bad stuff that happens when you're around!!! K: CHAAARRRRLIIIEEEE!!!!!!! C: *facepalms*
On another note...
Kr: Eww...is that Manta and Jess' baby...thats...err...kinda gross....
F: Ah, there you are you little genetic monstrosity. Come back to the lab where I was working on you...you don't think I spent my entire June holiday working just on osteoporosis genes right? Behold...
I merged Casper the friendly ghost....my teacher's frilly orange skirt, recombined the DNA...and you see what you get.....
I can show you a furry phoenix with fangs if you want. it won't bite.
*After confirming the shape that emerged from the spork was in fact Manta and Jess' baby, a single tear runs down Pickles cheek*
Shack: HA! I told you, you had a thing for her!!! Pickle: Once again I danst...*sob* Shack: Once again with the nonsensical words...I can't believe I'm about to say this but, its okay to be sad Pickle. There are plenty of flaming birds in the sea...besides your children would be freaks of nature...I mean look at the Mantajess up there, it is hideous. Pickle: Leave me be! *Pickle shoves Shack, and runs off into the forest* Shack: I almost forgot, I'M FREE AGAIN! Woohoo! Anybody want to party?! *Shack manifests a large stereo that is blasting out Cold War Kids, he makes a bar, many chairs, and proceeds to make himself a white russian* Shack: Care to join anyone?
F: Its not mantajess! It's my creation in the lab in June! Knock it off >.> I spent alot of time in the lab.
Ma: Ermm... I think I'd remember mak- Jess: *boards*
Jess: Ergh.. Manta, we are never having children again. Skye: Its disgusting! Jess: Do I... do I have to look after it? Skye: Can I name it? Jess: Uh.. sure. Skye: Tarxan! Jess: What... the hell... Skye: I was thinking of mixing Xander and Tao's names together. And I thought Tao-Xan... Tarxan! Jess: Well uh.. get it a loincloth or something...
I can show you a furry phoenix with fangs if you want. it won't bite.
Jess: For real! That sounds cuter than *sigh* Tarxan...
There are plenty of flaming birds in the sea...
Skye: Uhhmm... there are? Because I don't think the general rule for a flaming bird is to swim in the sea... Jess: Its a figure of speech, moron... *winces at glare from Skye* But she's right. There are only a handful of phoenixes in the world! And even less are left-winged
