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.
Moat: What's the KEYBOARD??? Where's manta? Gah! MM: I'm back! Moat: Um...where'd you come from? MM: Really? You're a whole person again! I was taken back inside you when I died. So nobody but you can see or hear me. Isn't it great! Moat: I must be going insane....
Alt could feel even more power coursing through his fingertips. He had infused himself with the keyboard's power, but its return made the power leave him and reenter the keyboard.
He began moving his fingers, inputting access key after access key.
Alt: Hmmmmm . . . something is happening. I can feel the cosmic order metamorphosing . . . .
(if you read the 2nd page of the NES, you'll see why the keyboard is so important.)
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There was a bright flash of light . . . .
A booming noise . . . .
The sound of one hand clapping . . . .
And then . . . .
PEEP.
No, it was more of a FOOM.
Or, rather, somewhat of a FOOMPEEPFOOM, but you get the idea.
Or, maybe it was a 'FEEM.'
Chill: SHUT UP!
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Alt woke up in the octagonal room,. He was sitting . . . at a desk. A keyboard at his fingertips, a computer screen at his eyes. There was someone near him, sitting down. Doing nothing, but . . . chilling. Chilling. Chill.
He looked back, and saw people on the ground, asleep. There were so many people . . . .
He typed the word "firefox" into the cmd.
A fox ran out of nowhere, set ablaze, then ran back into nowhere.
Alt: Hmmmm . . . .
"Wake up"
Everyone in the area snapped to attention, then went about whatever could pass for daily business in an octagonal asylum.
Alt: Maybe . . . .
"armorgames.com"
*clicks on community, Art, music, and writing*
Alt: . . . .
Something . . . my god.
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DISCLAIMER: I feel as though the Aftermath has become stagnant. Therefore, I have rewound time and restarted the ENTIRE NES UNIVERSE, right form the start. Everything will still go on here - but only post if you have a good idea to post. The early NES was funny because of creative and unsane banter between characters - unless you have a good joke idea for dialogue, don't post. This is for real, and I won't see it stagnated. Stagnators will be received meanly and will be asked to leave by me. Then, if such spamming continues, I will report the stagnator.
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Alt: Chill, you've been pretty quiet. Are you still there?
Chill: No. I'll be back later though.
Alt: Oh, okay. Just wanted to know.
Chill: This is a really bad starter conversation.
Alt: You've talked more than I have.
Chill: No I haven't! That is so untrue it isn't even funny.
"... Mm... Ngh... What... What is this place?" F: Error! Recovery has found pirated material that may cause damage to the system. Control Panel- Restoring server Frank. Continue? Y/N
Alternatives-
Terminate Y/N (may cause system failure)
Clear all files Y/N (may cause total loss of all system memory)
Alt: How can I calm down? I'm already laying down on the floor. I can't get any lower. >.>
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In all srsness though, you must've misunderstood. I didn't mean the rules to be as strict as they sound - as long as people aren't spamming and spouting pure nonsense, I don't really care. I just don't want this to turn into a redux of the original NES, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who wants to stay off that path.
Shack: I bought that rocker... *Shack rocks in the rocker Chill made* Pickle: Why didst thou not by thine rocker? |As the NES was rewound Pickle and Shack are once again entwined and Pickle has resumed his previous persona| Shack: Your rocker was crap! And stop talking like that! Pickle: My rocker is of the finest quality! Thou hast no grasp of fine rockermanship. Shack: Rockermanship? Pickle: See! Thou dost not even know what rockermanship is! I am insulted, you sad, witless, swine child! Have at thee! *Pickle struggles to raise his newly made rocker over his head* Shack: Ha! You can't even lift it! *Shack removes a collapsible iron frying pan from his back pocket* THWACK! PANG! *Pickles half of the body slumps to the ground unconscious*
Moat: *pokes at thread*. This thing is starting to smell bad. Pickle: Where's Justin??? Moat: Nevermind Justin. He's nothing but a redshirt to add to the unsane. Caleb...where'd you spring from? Caleb: Real life. Shack: That must suck. Real life has almost no unsanity. Plus, no shacks constructed of pickles! *shakes head sadly* Mind-Moat: Hey Moat! Check this out! *picks up Shack* Shack: What the...why am I floating?!*he can't see Mind Moat. After Skye killed MM, only Moat can see or hear him.* Moat: Put him down! Jess: Who are you talking to, Moat?
