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.
P: But, but... M: >:3 P: GAH! She's a bird! Birds can sing, right? M: Hahaha, fail. P: Yeah ok, leave me alone. M: No way, romeo! P: ._. I thought that was robbie. M: Not, anymore ;D
The crowd finally reached the ocean that breathes salty. . .
Modest Mouse reference eff tee doubleyou!
Manta: wait, wait, wait... Jess and Skye are the same person? Avicus: Well... yeah. It's sort of... implied, dude. Manta: *Awestruck* Avicus: Man, you need a vacation... Manta: And here we are! At the beach! What a coincidence!
P: Haaannnng on, Jess is a phoenix. How does that make any sense?
Jess: ughh.. Skye: Slip up? Jess: weelll. kay if I was a girl, thats what i'd look like *points to Skye* P: Kay I get it *drools* M: *rofl's* Skye: *lays on randomly spawned towels* Jess: Sunbathing?! Skye: Ah-yup! *closes eyes* Jess: Awww I can't do that.. I'm on fire already *pouts*
Alt: eufhsdihfnscghf Chill: What was that? Alt: I was sleepwalkin' Chill: but it's a night on the sun. . . . Alt: Well doesn't THAT just make everybody happy. Chill: It'll do you good to edit the sad parts. Alt: I only got one chance though. . . . Chill: So now you're broke. . . . Alt: I'm better nao, but my arm has a novocain stain. Chill: Happened to me once. Makes you feel like you got hit by a bunch of black cadillacs, right? Alt: More like every penny-fed car. And why're you acting so sympathetic? Chill: Because I know that if I don't, you'll make me satin in a coffin. Alt: That's not true. . .it's just your sh*t luck. Chill: And my dirty fingernails. Alt: You're about as cheery as the fruit that ate itself.
Alt: I thought so. . . . Alt: Alright then. . . . Take a drive in the wrong hand lane Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain My hand my hand gonna shake the same Are you gonna be your own goddam best friend Well we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf How do I land Cause I dont understand Walk across the country shaking many hands And youre buying the product, But you didnt get that cos you already got it And you do not understand Take a drive... Black hole talking bout nothing You cant get the chicken or the stuffing Going round and you think your tuff When you cant kick asss Take a ride on a downtown train Wake-up so you can get drunk again well Take a drive in the wrong hand lane Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain We taught the mirror how to admire itself Are you gonna get sick worrying bout your health Where do I land I dont understand
Alt: Well? Chill: I will be my own goddam best friend, thank you very much. . . .
Manta: ooergh... Lemme find them. Avicus: I can't. I live a life of Arctic sounds. Manta: Guess I missed the boat there. Avicus: Try riding Gravity. Manta: Does it have a dashboard? Avicus: No, but I think you'll float on. Manta: Do I stay in a little motel? Avicus: Only if you like the King Rat. Manta: Me vs. rats are like birds vs. worms. Avicus: This is like a never ending math equation. Manta: Well, I'm broke anyway. Avicus: That's because we've got everything now. We spent all our money. Manta: Are we going or not? Avicus: Fire it up!
"Ye seem to be thinkin' that me be the alter ego. Me be sorry to tell you, I be the real DB." "*grabs gun*" "O_O Why so serious?" "Oh my god! Stop with the movies! You're not the joker, and you're not Jack Sparrow!" "Calm down...Don't make me get the Get-Across-A-Meaning-Stick again." "I-I-I...." "T-t-today junior!!" "Okay, no more movie references for you, you're not Billy Madison, and now you don't have a mouth. *duct tapes it shut*" "*muffled speaking*" "Heh heh..." "*rips off* Oww!! You're gonna regret that." "You wanna go?" "Sure, where we goin'?" "I want to kill you so bad right now..." "Go ahead. Do it." "-_-" ">_<"
