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: Man....it went down screaming for it's comrades. Ah well, so now.....woah! I see a dozen more rushing at me with sickles and hammers! Care to join me Dave?
K34: Of course! I'm coming i.. D: Hey, wait for me! K34: Where were you? D: I was, uh.. doing my business. K34: Business? I can't believe you have business. *sneers* D: Let's get into the battle! K34: Right.. Arrghhh! *charges in* D: *charges in* Ahh.. Dogs! Dogs! K34: Darn.. Use your dog repellent! D: *being attacked* I have none! K34: *runs in and kills dogs* Die! Die! D: Thank you. You scream too much.. K34: Uh huh. I'm now going to kill smurfs for dinner.
K34: I have mine! *sprays* D: *coughs* I hate pepper spray. K34: Think about roasted smurfs, and you'll be fine.. D: Uh.. I'm thinking about them and my head aches.. K34: Just keep on throwing ketchup at them..
D: No! They're biting me! Noooo.. One's got my groin. K34: Ouch! *aims at smurf* Just wait.. D: C'mon! Oww.. *runs around* K34: *fires* Got it! D: *kicks other smurfs* Yipee! K34: I can smell my dinner! D: I packed mine in my bag. It's here. K34: Where? D: I forgot my bag. *runs off* K34: Wait! D: I'll be fine! K34: Okay! Come here little smurf!
K34: Capitalism? I have a canteen of it! I'm talking about the bottle. *Gets bottle* Capitalism compliments the flavor of communism. I think that's odd.
K34: That, I agree with! A very disgusting disaster. D: Hey! I have my bag! *runs to K34* K34: Hmm.. What happened? *looks at Dave* D: I was attacked by a dog. K34: Did you kill it? D: Yep. K34: *smiles* D: *opens bag* Hey look there's a gift in this bag! Arrghh! K34: It's a man's head, without the body. D: *screams and runs around in circles* K34: I can't wait any longer for some smurf.
K34: *bites* The Smurf Disaster tastes surprisingly good. D: *chews* Eeck! It tastes like communism, democracy and despotism. It tastes like a long distance nuclear warhead! It tastes death and misery! The flavors do not mix well. This does not bode well! K34: I thought what you said made this good. *takes another bite* D: It doesn't. At least I brought catmeat! *smiles* K34: You're absurd. *chews and swallows*
