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.
F: You know...I always thought there was a conspiracy plan between Krushchev and Kennedy to brainwash their kids....Now you know where the damn FBI got the funding, and why they got so much....and in the end those nice Soviet kids all joined the KGB after watching the Smurfs secretly.....
FBI - ( Formation for Brainwashing Idiots) KGB - ( Krushchev's Good Boys)
Ma: Tarxan... is... ADORABLE. I'm keeping him. All: Are you serious?! Ma: Er... n-no...
Jess: *disgusted face* Skye: Well apparantly Tarxan isn't even yours. Apparantly its a chem lab disaster? Jess: Ermm... bless it... Skye: On the other hand, that other funny looking creature could be... Jess: *sigh* Skye: Oo Ooo Lemme name that one too!
Ma: This guy's blue raspberry-flavoured. A: Smurves don't have flavours... Ma: Ah? What the hell am I eating then... Did you just say smurves? A: It's obviously the plural form of smurf... Y'know, like knives, scarves... Ma: But it's a name... you don't change names. :\\ A: True, but you're wrong. That makes you communist. Ma: ...Your argument doesn't hold any water... Tao: *Excited bubbling* Ma: It's just an expression, Tao...
*Pickle returns from the woods in a pinstripe suit with the Jessanta on his shoulder* Shack: What happened to you? Pickle: I met a communist smurf in the woods...I've changed. Shack: Changed clothes obviously. Pickle: No changed perspectives simpleton. Shack: Wait a minute, you aren't speaking like a moron anymore, what gives? Pickle: I've told you already, I've changed. No more delusions of bravery, only the sweet savory taste of government raised, cooked, frozen, and pre-packaged smurf meat...mmm, taste the blue. That is the slogan, taste the blue. Shack: So a smurf turned you into a government sales person? And they sell themselves as meat? Pickle: Well, the way they would put it is, they provide cheap meat to the masses and, prevent the elderly from suffering any disease in doing so. Shack: So they snuff old people and cook them? Pickle: Basically. Shack: Huh...have any smurf legs with you? Pickle: Absotively! *Pulls out a smurf defrosted smurf leg and holds it near the hot part of the Jessanta* Pickle: Taste the blue!
Alt: It was because George saw promise in the creation or Tarxan. The child of the wills of the servants is imbued with grand unsane abilities, and was able to break the evil magic bounding your vessels.
