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.
Ma: Jess, you can't cut off my manhood. If you do, we could never make another beautiful child like that aga- Jess: What?! Whaaaaaaat?! Jessanta was born by divine intervention from George, not like that!!! *Throws scissors* Ma: Eek! *Ducks* A: *Looks up from his taco* Wha? *Sees oncoming scissors* t_t |_| O_O Oh... Sh-
Alt: Yaknow, I've actually done a scientific experiment on whether the pen is mightier than the sword. I gave some guy a pen, gave another guy a sword, then starved them for 6 days and promised that the one who came out alive would get to feast bountifully for days on end.
Turns out the sword is mightier than the pen. A looooooot mightier.
Of course, the Alt is mightier then either of them.
~_^
Chill: Lot of promiscuity in the Aftermath lately.
Alt: Well, better for these people to pour out their fantasies here then in, say, the Empire Lepidoptera.
A: -Augh! My face! "Hm... Call a doctor?" F: Strop! *waits* *waits some moar* "No answer. Looks like somebody's gonna have to operate." F: I'm not doing it. "Me either." A: *bleeding out*
Ma: Actually, Alt, I once impaled a guy with a novelty oversized pen. Sent him spiralling into a coma A: My ****in' face is still bleeding, nimrod! Ma: Right... the trick is to say Nurse Strop, Frank. But it's a horrible sight. *Shudder* NURSE STROPPYKINS!
"Hm..." *observes* F: Yes, yes... *observes* "I has an idea." *puts avicus in glass box* A: How does this help?! F: So we can observe you in a stable, controlled environment. "Now we add the paper wasps." A: Oh dear god...
"Do they eat text as well?" A: Oh, come on. I thought you liked me, Manta? F: Apparently not. A: Shaddup. Oh, and also, GET ME OUTTA HERE! I NEED A DOCTOR! "We already called Nurse Strop. There's not much more we can do." F: Unless, of course, you're willing to let one of us operate? A: Uhm... Not happening. STROP!!!
Moat: Where am I??? Mind-Moat: You're in the NES, a desecrated realm due to overpopulation. Didn't you read the OP when you entered? Moat: No! Duh! I was accidentally teleported here when...what a sec, who the heck are you?? Mind-Moat: I'm your other half. See, when you were teleported here, the wizard might have accidentally cut your conscious in half. Moat: Oh great! What is this unsanity? Mind-Moat: Of course, you can't die unless we're both killed at the exact same time. But you might want to duck. Moat: What the heck for? Mind-Moat: I think I just saw a ninja horse in a nurse's uniform stampeding toward us Moat: Whatever. I just hope we're welcome here.
Ma: Well, they can chop a regular honeybee in half with their jaws, if that means anything. *Dons surgical gloves* Let's initiate the operation. A: You're dead, fish-boy! Ma: Frank, hand me that anesthesia. F: *Hands enormous needle to fish-boi* A: I thought anesthesia was administered through a tube! Ma: Hold still. This won't hurt any less than the scissors. A: Oh dear God...
Moat: Hey there's manta! I know him! Mind-Moat: What the heck is he doing? Moat: Idk. But I wonder if he notices that swarm of large, painful insects coming after him. Mind-Moat: Oh, yup. Whaddaya know? There's the swarm of giant water bugs. How painful will that be.
