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.
Alt: The name of ME. Typo. . . . Chill: Isn't it a speako? Alt: Nooooo. . . . Chill: Ahhhh. . . . *Alt goes >* Chill was imprisoned temporarily as the rest continued. . . .q
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---------- Alt: We're almost out. . . . They came to the gate of the Town of Greater Dancing, and then pushed it open. They then came upon a tiny city made of ashes. Alt: Heh, Imma drink some Coca-Cola nao. ** q
Alt: Nich, I hope you understand P's just joking around. . . . Chill: Since when is joking a type of transportation? Alt: Since they invented the hippie van. . . .' *._.*
Sam: Yay! I love hippie vans! Bob: *sigh**facepalm* lets just get out of here. I've been seeing strange things lately. Sam: No dip, every time you look in the mirror you see a strange thing. Bob: I'm not in the mood so just shut up already.
As they start to decend down the elavator of the hotel, the trap door at the top started to move slightly, while the lights started to flicker.
Anywho, as the door started to come loose a dead body fell out and landed on Bob.
Bob: AHHHH! What the HELL???? Sam: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You fell for it. All those "strange things" that your seeing were me in a costume. Ohaha, you really fell for it. Bob: I will kill you for this
"Only stupid people will click those, you know..." F: Yeah, and you do know that the URL appears on the far end of your browser right above the start button, right? That's s people don't get Rick Roll'd. "That guy is an eff aye jee."
"Only stupid people will click those, you know..." F: Yeah, and you do know that the URL appears on the far end of your browser right above the start button, right? That's s people don't get Rick Roll'd. "That guy is an eff aye jee."
N: No one is on MSN.... D: Feeling lonesome? N: Aww...shut up Demus....You forget who you are talking to. D: Yes master *Sullen face* N: Stop with the links....
