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.
"I'm not an arrow... Just a regular person..." F: Well, Alt, you fit people with rainbow trout, you worship the almighty being known as George, are obsessed with sporks... And I have reason to believe you might be a murderer. Quite a colorful collection for someone so unstrange, no?
P: I'm unstrange. M: You have the Sharingan, you're a part of the Uchiha clan, you're a loser, you- P: Yeah, I get it. M: I'm unstrange. P: You have the Byakugan, you're part of the Hyuga clan...
"Well, it looks like adding 'un' to the beginning of words attracts people. Plus, you must be this high to be unstrange, lol. Tiem to get stoned." F: *pulls out bong*
Kr: That isn't very nice N... N: Shut Up. He deserves to die. Kr: You said it...not him... N: ...
N: Eh? What did I say? D: What you say...will be twisted into a whole new chunk of text. Thereâs no point on Objectivity. Give it up, there is no abstract truth in the Universe.
Alt: Hahaha. I'm the god of the NES, remember? I'm keeping the peace and the fabric of reality (or whatever the hell this is) intact. It's like killing in the name of Mew, but with purpose. And George is my commander here- and sporks are. . .well, that's a secret. Chill: You just said that because you couldn't think of anything! Alt: The answer to your statement is a secret!
