(NSP: This is the start of the sub-story that will (hopefuly) inspire the point-and-click adventure game version of NeS.)

A NEVER-ENDING STORY INTERACTIVE GAME[/b]

Within the mission room of the Hall of Heroes, Gebohq, acting leader-like, debriefs the other heroes further upon their new quest.

Gebohq: *munching on a donut* As you can see here on the screen behind me, the time/space thread that we exist in is being purposely altered by a currently unknown source. Our mission will be to travel into key points of the "thread" and search for some clue as to who is behind this evil, and stop them, before they undoubtedly endanger the world as we know it.

*The other heroes act indifferently, munching on their own snacks and busy with other things. Highemperor continues to stare into space in a dead manner, which isn't surprising, considering that he is dead for all practical purposes.*

Geb: *ahem*

*The other heroes quickly spring into attention, pretending to be following along. Highemp's head slumps onto the table. Gebohq's face grows worried, and motions to Losien. She props him back up, puts a paper bag over his head, and draws a smiliy face on it. Losien looks upon her work with a good deal of pride. Gebohq continues.*

Gebohq: I chose the nine of you because each of you is most qualified and experienced with our previous missions. I am further dividing this group into one group of three and three groups of two...or is that two groups of three...

Maybechild: *to Galvatron* Why did he have to be our leader?

Geb: Three groups of two, right. Group one will be Galvatron and Semievil, whom will go back to when TotallyEvil's threat was imminent.

*Galvatron nods, while Semievil shudders.*

Geb: Group two will be CookedHaggis and Krig, who will travel back to when we first encountered The Last True Evil, who initially tried to kill me, but is now a full-fledged member of our cause. Speaking of, I wonder where he went...

*CookedHaggis and Krig give each other analyzing looks.*

Geb: Group Three will be Maybechild and Otter, who will go back to when we tried to retrieve the legendary Holy Hand Remote.

*TheOtter beams a big smile at Maybechild, who shoots a cold stare at Geb.*

Geb: And the fourth group will consist of myself, Losien, and Lt. Randy, where we will risk traveling two hundred years into the future, for reports have indicated that the strongest of possible sources in the space/time distortion can be found there. I was going to send Highemperor with group three, but he, uh...doesn't seem to be in any such condition right now.*

*Camera pan to Highemperor with the paper bag on his head. A low "uuuuuuurgh" can be heard underneath.*

Geb: Any questions?

*Everyone raises their hands, including Highemperor, thanks to Maybechild raising his hand for him.*

Geb: Very well, let's go then!

*The heroes make their way to the Thingy, used before in the quest into the realm of TACC, now allowing them to travel in time. Each group prepares to enter through. Galvatron appears to be having second doubts from watching Semievil nearly shaking in fear.*

A new quest, these "heroes" embark on. Apparently this is a special kind. Bah I say! They'll find a way to screw this up--I mean, save the world. Yes, save the world. To find out, continue playing!

(NSP: I left Galv in the position to be able to change with one of the other writers such as Kyle or Spasm if they wish. Though I ask that if you do, that you please contribute as much as you can. Also, if one of the more experienced writers could be so kind as to give a short description for the characters in the game substory, as done in previous parts, that'd be much appreciated. I will be gone for a week, so I won't be able to post until then. I hope this goes off well )

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited July 25, 2002).]

having finished their tasks at exactly the same time, Gettle's group and Taz's group meet with Janitor Bob at the top of the stairs.

J-Bob: Gettleburger, Ford, and Fluffy, you have done an excellent job. unlike Taz, Kyle and TwistedSpasm, you actually did some work. i dotn know how you did it, but you are free to go.

Gettle, Ford, and Fluffy: thank you, sir.

they flee down the stairs

Jbob: Youre welcome. now you other three, for just shoving all the junk under various parts of the rug, and plugging up the Update Screen's maintenance hatch, you guys get to help me clean*dramatic chord*...Gebohq's bedroom!

Taz,Kyle, and Spasm: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

at the bottom of the stairs, Gettle turns to The other two.

Gettle: I have to find something. i dont know what, i dont know where, but i do know its going to be dangerous. ll need some help. are you with me?

Fluffy: yeah sure. youre the one person here who hasnt treated me with distain and resentment.

Ford: And miss my chance to be in a point-and-click adventure game?! yeah right!

Gettle: what the hell are you talking about?

KyleKatarn7 runs to the rail of the upstairsand vomits. ff&g take a few steps away from the steaiming blob of half digested food.

Ford: gotta run. looks like theyre heading for the "thingy".

will ford make it to the thingy before all the heroes have already left? Will the three bad custodians survive the pit of sticky magazines and stiff bedsheets that is eb's bedroom? and what did ford mean by "point-and-click adventure game"? well thats a stupid question innit? i mean it says right 'ere on th' front o' this script im holdin: "Point-andClick Adventure Game Subplot Post #gahhh....

<<sorry about that, he was talking a little too much.Ill just need your attention for one moment. exuse me while i put on my shades.>>

*FLASH*

What did ford mean by "point-and-click adventure game"? Find out these questions and more next time on NeS: When good computers go bad.

<<******.>>

*FLASH*

B.U.M.P.

I have returned!

I have some catching up to do, but from a cursory reading of the last page, it seems this story has taken a rather interesting turn.

NSP: I just got back from vacation...I'll get back into it soon.

(OOC: Yay, a post!)

One by one, our heroes prepare to enter the Thingy, and thus travel through time to thwart the evil plans of... aw heck, read that long post before this one if you want to find out what's going on. Anyhow, our scene starts with Geb talking, as usual.

Gebohq: "So then I says to him, I says, where did you get that donkey?"

Maybechild: "And how exactly does this relate to our mission?"

Geb: "Uhm... I forget."

*Maybechild sighs, rolls her eyes, and stalks away from Geb. Geb shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the controls of the Thingy.*

Geb: "Galvatron and Semievil, are you ready to... hey, wait a minute! You're not Galvatron!"

Ford: "Um, yeah, Galv got sick and told me to cover for him."

Geb: "Galvy got sick? He's a robot!"

Ford: "Um, yeah, it was a computer virus."

Geb: "Oh, ok. Makes sense to me. Is he alright?"

Ford: "Oh, yeah, he's just fine. A little tied up, is all."

*Zip-pan to a closet deep within the Hall of Heroes. Galvatron sits in a corner, bound and gagged with a bunch of socks tied together to make a big rope.*

Galvatron: "Mff-mmf-mfff!"

*Zip-pan back to the Thingy. Ford and Semievil pause for a moment to pose heroically before jumping into the zappy portal thing of the Thingy. Semievil is dressed in a black, tattered cape, black and tattered clothes, and holds a nifty staff. Since he's basically a skeleton with skin and glowing red eyes, he looks kinda freaky. Ford also stands there, looking heroic. He stands an imposing six feet tall, with shoulder-length dark brown hair, jeans, a black t-shirt with various symbols including an Ahnk on it, and Vans on his feet. No, not the gas-guzzling mode of transportation, but rather a comfortable form of footwear. He looks all cool and stuff.*

Geb: "Ok guys, jump in."

Sem: "But is it safe?"

Geb: "Of course not! What are you, chicken?"

Sem: "Of course not!"

*With that, Sem jumps into the zappy swirly portal thing of the Thingy, dragging Ford with him.*

Sem and Ford: "AAAHHHH!"

*ZZOOMP*

Geb: "Huh. That sure sounded really painful. I didn't know Time Travel was painful. Krig and Haggis, you're next!"

Haggis: "I say, are you sure this is a good idea?"

Krig: "Krig no like hurty."

Geb: "Aw, don't worry you guys. That was probably a fluke. C'mon, we don't have all day!"

Haggis: "Actually, since we have a time machine, would we not have all the time in the world?"

Geb: "Don't bother me with details! Just get moving!"

*Cooked Haggis and Krig the Viking hesitantly step up to the platform before the portally thing and try to pose heroically. Haggis, looking immaculate as always in his tuxedo, greased back hair, pointy mustache, and white cloth over his arm, stands snootily on the platform glancing down at Krig out of the corner of his eye. The squat little Viking stands staring into space, his left eye twitching. He wears tattered and possibly chewed on Norse clothes, a fiery red beard split into two braids, all topped off with a horned Viking helmet.*

Krig: "Krig no want to go in..."

Geb: "Hmmm..."

*Geb thinks quickly for a moment. Then he takes a chocolate bar out of his pocket, removes the tinfoil, and crumples the tinfoil into a ball.*

Geb: "Look, Krig! A shiny thing!"

Krig: "Oooh! Shiny!"

*Geb throws the tinfoil ball into the Thingy, and Krig immediately lunges at it, into the zappy portal. His cloak, which has somehow gotten tangled around Haggis' foot, yanks Haggis off of his feet and pulls him into the Thingy feetfirst.*

Haggis: "YEEAAARRRRRGH!!!! IT HURTSES!"

*ZZOOMP*

Otter: "Y'know, that looked like it really hurt a lot. Y'know, I'm sort of allergic to pain, and I don't really think that this would be a good idea for me to--"

*Just then, Geb cracks Otter over the head, drags his unconcious body up to the Thingy portal, and tosses him in. On his way in, whilst flying through the air, Otter pauses in a dramatic pose. He wears a black bowler hat, round black sunglasses, black trenchcoat, with ripped black jeans and black t-shirt underneath. Oh, and black combat boots and a black goatee. And a black medical bag with a red cross on it.*

*ZZOOMP*

Maybechild: "Hey, that was uncalled for, Geb!"

Geb: "What do you mean? There was no other way to get him to go through the Thingy! I thought it was totally called for!"

Maybechild: "Hm, you have a point there."

Geb: "All right, Maybe, it's your turn. Get ready to jump into the zappy portalish thing."

*Maybechild ascends to the platform before the Thingy's zappy portalish thing, and poses heroically. She wears a hippy flower shirt, bellbottoms, and has long red hair. And by long red hair, I mean really really long red hair. Like waist-length long red hair. And it's curlyish, too.*

Geb: "Now don't worry, it won't hurt a bit."

Maybechild: "What are you talking about? Everyone else who's jumped into it said it hurt a lot!"

Geb: "Now, now, they were probably just scared and imagining things. You know how Haggis always imagines that he's in agonizing pain."

Maybechild: "What? You're just making stuff up, now."

Geb: "No I'm not! Haggis always imagines that he's in pain!"

Maybe: "Well... You did have that big long adventure with him in that TACC place..."

Geb: "See? I know Haggis way better than you do! I'm right! Time Travel isn't painful at all!"

Maybe: "Ok, I'll believe you. But if you're wrong, I'm going to hunt you down and pull out your hairs one by one!"

Geb: "Hey, have I ever been wrong before?"

*A montage of all the times that Geb has been wrong flashes across the screen. Fortunately, Maybechild does not see this. She prepares herself, then leaps in.*

Maybechild: "AAAIIIEEEE!!! IT HURTS A LOT! I'M GOING TO GET YOU, GEB!"

*ZZOOMP!*

Geb: "Well, that was easy. Losien and Lt. Randy, we're next!"

Losien: "Ummm..."

Lt. Randy: "Yeah, I've been thinking, and I suddenly remembered that my grandmother has suddenly become sick and I really need to go see her..."

Geb: "Randy, you're from another dimension! You can't possibly know whether your grandmother is sick or not!"

Lt. Randy: "Oh yeah. Um..."

Geb: "Don't worry you guys! I'll be going through with you! I wouldn't do anything that would hurt a lot, would I?"

Losien: "Yeah, he has a point."

Lt. Randy: "Right. I hadn't thought of it that way."

*The three ascend to the platform and pose heroically, as all heroes have to do before saving the world. Lt. Randy squints epically at the horizon, with a military bearing, youthful face and a crew cut of fiery red hair. Losien stands shyly, in her t-shirt and jean shorts and shoulder-length blonde hair. Gebohq stands in the middle, heroically (as he usually does, except when he's running scared), with his blue collared shirt with rolled-up sleeves, black dress pants, and long hair that looks like it fought with a comb and won.*

Geb: "Ok guys. Remember, the world is in your hands."

Randy: "Wait... Aren't you coming with us?"

*Geb smiles, then shoves the other two into the zappy portal.*

Randy and Losien: "AAAAAIIIIEEEE!!"

*ZZOOMP!*

Geb: "Jeez, that was the easiest thing I've ever done! They actually thought I was coming with them! I wouldn't go through a zappy portal thing that obviously hurts like craziness! What were they thinking?"

*Geb stands chuckling on the platform in front of the Thingy portal. Suddenly, a pair of hands comes from offscreen and shoves him into the portal.*

Geb: "Hey! What the--AAAAAARRRGH, IT HURTS LIKE THE CRAZINESS!"

*ZZOOMP!*

*The camera pans back out over the room in which the Thingy is housed. It is now completely empty. There is no sign of whoever it was that pushed our hero Geb. No sign of anybody at all, except -- the drooling body of Highemperor, flopped into the chair where he'd been left, paper bag still over his head! Duhn-duhn-duuuuuuuuuuuhn!*

Our heroes have left on their heroic mission! Who is this mysterious Highemperor? Will the heroes manage to save the world against all odds? Or will they fail miserably? I don't know about you, but I think they're wayyyyy overdue for a miserable failing! I mean, come on, the only reason they're even alive so far is a highly improbable collection of extremely fortuitous co-incidences! How long can that keep happening? Not long, I think. Face it, they're screwed. Until next time, I'm the Narrator.


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"The power to charm a snake
does you no good
if it bites you anyway." (Ecc. 10:11, CEV)

[This message has been edited by Krig_the_Viking (edited August 05, 2002).]

[This message has been edited by Krig_the_Viking (edited August 05, 2002).]

It was evening when Geb and his companions materialized on a dark rooftop. The sky, a disturbing shade of red, stood out against the slick, imposing skyscrapers jutting out of the ground, giving the cityscape a foreboding look. Rain poured down, sizzling as it touched upon the many neon advertisments all vying for attention amongst the buildings.

NSP: Uh, yeah. I'll follow up to this when I decide what I want to do. If you'd like to learn more about this future, rent Blade Runner (or even The Fifth Element).

*On top of the Building*

Lt. Randy: "Say, Geb, when did we get an agency and secret agents and superiors? I was under the impression that we were a misfit band of ragtag heroes..."

Geb: "I ordered them from Sears. Thought it'd be nifty. And it worked, 'cause now we have this cool mission to save the world!"

Lt. Randy: "Oh, ok. Makes sense to me."

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"Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." --Mark Twain

In the writers's dimension. . .

Geb the Writer: Welcome aboard, Highemp the Writer! Nice to finally meet you.

Highemp the Writer: Of course. Good hello. Likewise. Now, shall we start. . . writing the story again? Muahahahaha- *everyone looks strangely at him* -er, yeah.

In the story dimension, in the Hall of Heroes, in the present. . .

Mindless, Zombie-like, Dispossessed Highemp: . . .

Two hundred years in the future. . .

Lt. Randy: Hey! That alligator on my leg is gone! I wonder where it could be?

Back in the present. . .

Highemp: *is disgustingly eaten piece by piece by Randy's imaginary alligator*

In the future. . .

Geb: Well, this appears to be an interesting world two hundred years from, er, two hundred years ago. Wonder what it's like?

Sleek metallic hovercars glide across the red sky. Tall skyscrapers are everywhere, all of them at least half a mile high.

Losien: I'd say it's futuristic. You know?

Randy: *slaps head in mock realization* No duh! What are you two, idiots?!

Geb: Well, let's find the Hall of Heroes. See if it's still standing today.

They walk for a while, noting how dirty the future is (when they discover toxic sludge in the sewers) and how rude people are (when a passing motorist shouted, "Excuse me, folks!" right before splattering them with mud), when they come to a very old, very short (by comparison) building. Big Ben. And within-

Geb: The Hall of Heroes!

And so it is, though yet it seems that I can see her sometimes, in the rays the moon beams-

RAM: Enough, Highemp the Writer! Don't tout us your poems!

Voice from the sky: Alright, alright. . .

Anyway - and so it is, the Hall of Heroes - or what used to be the Hall of Heroes.

Randy: It's abandoned and rundown.

Losien: Look, someone left a note on the door.

Geb: *reading* "Moved to new location at 4501 West Dunston Street. Signed, Asa Ohq."

Losien: *excitedly* Ohq! He has your last name, Geb; I bet he's a descendant of yours!

Geb: *amazed and delighted* You mean someone's actually gonna do it with me??? Yay!!!!!!!

*They go to 4501 West Dunston Street*

Randy: Hey, there is no 4501 West Dunston Street! There's 4500 and 4502, but no 4501!

Then a man appears behind them. He strikes a heroic pose, looking remarkably like Geb, only with a large hunchback.

Hunchbacked Geb Lookalike: Whaddya want?

Geb: *wild with glee* Are you Asa Ohq?

Hunchbacked Geb Lookalike: *eyes dart wildly about* Who wants to know?

Geb: You are! I'm your great-great-great grandfather, GEB Ohq!

Asa Ohq: Um, okay. And why should I believe you?

-=Insert long and boring part wherein our heroes convince Asa Ohq that their story is true=-

Asa Ohq: Great-great-great Grandfather!

Geb: Great-great-great grandson!

*They hug*

Losien: Aw, that is so sweet!

Randy: Riiight. Anyway, where're the rest of the heroes?

Asa Ohq: Heroes?

Randy: Right, you know, the descendants of the other original heroes.

Asa Ohq: Hoo boy.

Randy: Why do I get the feeling I asked a bad question?

Asa Ohq: *bows head in shame* Our story is a long and painful one, filled with shame. It all started when one of our number turned to villainy: Purevil.

Geb: Sem's descendant!

Asa: Yes. Purevil took over the North American continent and killed Nochild-

Geb: Maybechild's descendant!

Asa: -The SuperComputer That Goes Bing-

Geb: TMTGB's descendant!

Asa: -and Janitoress Roberta.

Geb: J-Bob's descendant!

Asa: The rest of us were unable to stop him. So we broke up the organization since we were ineffective. *crying*

Geb: Hey, it's okay, Asa. We were ineffective, too!

Randy: *glaring at Geb* Speak for yourself, buster.

Losien: So where are all the other descendants?

Asa: Scattered about. Except for one. Highemperor never had any descendants. He was eaten two hundred years ago by an imaginary alligator.

Losien: *gasp* Noooo!

Randy: So THAT'S where it got off to. . .

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Elsewhere in the future, in Third York City, the headquarters of the vile Purevil. . .

Scientist: Excellent work, boys. We've done it. We've finally cloned the being known as Highemperor - and the alien queen inside him.

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: Now it is time to surgically remove the infant queen from the clone's body.

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: *cutting a hole in Highemp's skin* Does this look right to you?

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: Good, cuz I never actually made it through med school, I cheated the dickens out of everything. *takes the alien queen out and puts into a jar* That look good?

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: Now should I close him up or kill him?

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: Well, which one?

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: *frustrated* Fine I'll do BOTH. I'll close him up, THEN kill him.

In the writers's dimension. . .

Highemp the Writer: Don't worry, you guys, I'll be riiight back.

Maybe the Writer: Where have I heard THAT before?

Otter the Writer: In bed? OW! *as he is sent sailing out the fifthteenth-story window by Maybe's punch*

HTW walks back to the room where he was originally plugged in, and works for a while, making some adjustments. Then, he inserts the wires back into his head, inserts more wires from his head into the very fabric of Reality, and presses <Enter>.

Immediately HTW is sucked back into the body of his character - AND all of the REAL Reality is sucked into the story world with him!

Highemp: *getting off the operating table* Interesting place, the future is. Just like I planned. They cloned me, and I was able to get back in, even though my character was killed. *laughs evilly* At last my plan is complete. I no longer have to be content with just ruling the imaginary story worlds, but ALL worlds, INCLUDING Reality! Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

At the Massassi Forums building. . .

Krig the Writer: Guys, why do I see the Hall of Heroes across the street?

GebTW: Beats me.

Krig and Geb the Writers: *looking at each other* AAAAHHHH!!

MaybeTW: Oh no! We've been sucked into the story world!

Otter: Cool! Now I can meet the character Otter!

Back at the lab. . .

Highemp: *looks down at his cut-open stomach and vomits* Blegh!!!!! Ugh! *shakes his head and uses his powers to heal himself* Well, anyway, now it's time to use my solopotent powers to transform from a demigod into THE God!

Flunkies: Yes, master.

Scientist: *fainting on the floor*

Lightning flashes ominously - but nothing happens.

Highemp: What's this? Some of my powers are gone! Impossible! How could this be? *suddenly realizes the truth* Ack! No! By becoming a host for the alien queen, my cloned body has become half alien! I'm no longer a demigod! I'm a QUARTERgod! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

What will happen now? An alien queen is on the loose, as well as her parent, Highemperor. But Highemp has lost some of his powers in the process and is a quartergod! And the Heroes are no more in the future! Oh, no! Find out next time, same Bat-channel, but a different Bat-time - one two hundred years in the future!

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Play epic RPGs such as Year Infinity, or duel in the Interdimensional Arena @ The High Citadel

(NSP: Highemp wanted me to mention/restate that his character is basically now weaker than before, that alien xenomorphs are on the loose in the future (a.k.a. Alien Ressurection--feel free to add new elements in it though), and that (assumption here) Highemp now has a group of scientist-type flunkies serving him.

On a side note, I find it rather amusing that Geb's last name is "ohq". The future sure has a nice twist/conflict now Oh yeah, and a--)

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(NSP: Oh fine, here's an actual post.)

The writers of the Never-ending Story Thread find themselves in their own creation, with the Hall of Heroes visible from out their windows.

Geb the writer: Now wait a minute--who's writing what's happening now, then?

Sem the writer: Do you really want to know?

Geb the writer: Hm...good point. But how did this happen?

Kyle K. the writer: Isn't it obvious? That Highemperor guy must have something to do with it?

Maybe the writer: We better go check it out.

GTW, STW, and MaybeTW enter into HTW's secret room, to find him plugged in once again. STW attempts to unplug him, only to find a force field protecting him.

Sem the writer: I don't know how he did it, but it seems he brought the entire office building with him into the thread. This field seems to be beyond anything I've seen as well.

Geb the writer: So this means...?

Sem the writer: We're screwed. You know how much pain we put our characters through? We'll never make it out alive!

Geb the writer: Well, I guess we better get use to living here then, and hope Morris the Cat doesn't bring upon a world-wide famine anytime soon--

Maybe the writer: Wait! Do you guys remember the errors we kept getting recently when we started writing the thread?

Sem the writer: They're called "plot holes", dear. It's what lets us be lazy in posting.

Maybe the writer: No, I mean the ones not caused by us! The ones that lead our characters to just embark in trying to find its source!

Geb the writer: Yeah, I remember. I assumed it had to do with the Highemperor guy though.

Maybe the writer: It might not be though. I say we head over to the Hall of Heroes and see what clues WE can find, in the present state of the thread.

Geb the writer: Right...it could be worse I suppose. Let's round up everyone then.

Sem the writer: Ack! I only have four fingers on my hand!

How will the writers affect the thread? Will they be able to find any clues as to what evil force is behind the plan to bring NeS to its knees? I'm taking back what I said about my wish for the heroes to fail--I don't want to have to improvise!

Poster Geb: Wait for me!

Oh no, not him!

Geb the writer: Uh-oh--I hope he dpesn't have any descendants...

Still in the writer's dimension...

* KyleKatarn the Writer, busy at his computer, decides to get a snack. On the way to the fridge, KKtW passes the window filled with an apocalyptic vision of the future in which lightning flashes against a pale red sky, hover cars zoom by with all the silence of a gut-shot rancor, and mechs walk around having random fights with each other while pedestrians merely grumble at the delay a giant metal foot in the road causes. After obtaining his prized 2-liter of Code Red, KKtW takes a look out the window just as a 42 hovercar pileup takes place 50 meters from the window. Taking a swig from his 2-liter, and swearing he'd get off the stuff soon, Kyle returns to his computer and begins typing.. *

Two hundred years earlier...

Janitor Bob: "Allright troops, I'm gonna go get more windex. By the time I get back, I expect this room to be clean. *Gestures expansively*"

* A pan of the room begins with his gesture, showing the paintball marks on the wall, the mud strewn about that says "Geb wuz hear!!1", and, finally, the 2 meter pile of silly string covering Mark Hamill. *

Group: "Awwwwwww"

J-Bob: "Shush, I've seen worse.. *shudders*"

Group: *dejected* "Yes...sir....."

J-Bob: "That's better."

* J-bob leaves, and Spasm, Fluffy, Taz, and Kyle are faced with the insurmountable challenge of cleaning the room *

Kyle: ".....Let's ditch J-Bob and get some pizza!"

Others: "W00t! Pizza!"

Taz: "Hey guys, I think I just heard the silly string say 'Help me!'"

Kyle: "Shush, it's not our problem now. Let J-Bob help the silly string blob."

Taz: "Guys....the silly string is talking to me again..."

Fluffy: "Ohh...ummm.....well, it must be telling you that you need to get out more, and to come with us to get pizza. Now hurry up!"

Spasm: "Guys...I think that pile of metal over there was talking to me as well."

Kyle: "Allright, that's it, we're leaving!"

* At the all-night pizza parlor... *

Kyle: "We'd like 20 pizzas; 10 of them will be extra cheese, 5 will be pepperoni and sausage, 4 will be ham and pineapple. And one will be anchovies, liverworst, tripe, limburger, onions, habaneros, and pepperoni. Ohhh, and put all of that on Janitor Bob's tab."

Spasm: "...Kyle?..."

Kyle: *whispering* "We'll give the last pizza to J-bob, say we had it specially made for him since he didn't come with us, and blame all the cost on his pizza."

Spasm: "Ohhhhhh...harsh, I like." *Smiles malevolently*

* 24 hours later... *

Taz: *groan* "If I eat one more slice, I'm gonna puke...mmmmmmm, extra extra extra cheese pizza... NO! Must...resist....pizza! Pass it here. No! Yes! No!..." *passes out*

Kyle: "Well, I guess he's out of the pizza eating contest. I can't believe he only ate one slice..."

Spasm: "Yeah, really..."

* Just then, a random scientist dude walks in... *

RSD: "You people are perfect! We need to test out the equipment on the average shmoe...and it pays 500$"

Everybody: "We're shmoes, we're shmoes!"

RSD: "Perfect, come with me."

* After reviving Taz with a whiff of J-Bob's pizza, Spasm, Fluffy, Taz, and Kyle all follow the RSD to his labs. *

RSD: "Ok, I need all of you to get into these pods, and then, once we're all done, you'll get the money."

Taz: "So...how long will this take?"

RSD: "Not long at all *under his breath* when you consider the age of the universe."

Taz: "Sounds good to me. Let's go."

* RSD proceeds to strap them all down in individual pods.. *

RSD: "Ok, now that we've got you all strapped down, we'll begin the freezing process."

Kyle: "Freezing process?"

RSD: "Oh yes, didn't you know? This is a cryogenics lab. Now I should warn you, this may hurt just a bit..."

* 200 years later...*

* Fade in on a dilapidated lab, strewn with assorted lab equipment, and dusty enough to make J-Bob weep openly. In the background, we can see the line of cryogenic pods, complete with frosted up windows. We can hear a generator puttering along, sputtering slightly. Soon, it begins having discernable trouble, and finally quits. After being given enough time to defrost, our heroes emerge. Temporarily blind, our heroes stumble around for a bit, until a masked stranger walks in. The stranger walks past Spasm, Fluffy, and Kyle, and walks straight to Taz. *

* Masked Stranger helps Taz up. *

Taz: "What..who are you? Why can't I see anything?"

Masked Stranger: "Hush, you have cryogenic sickness. Your eyesight will return shortly. As for who I am...well, I'm some one who loves you..."

* Just then, ominous laughter can be heard. *

Masked Stranger: "I must go, good luck on your quest. Here is something that will come in handy... *Hands over a clown nose*."

* Outside the door, marching footsteps can be heard, as well as shouted orders. *

MS: "Good luck, and smell ya later Taz..." *blows a kiss, then leaves by another door*

Kyle: "Well...that was odd."

* Meanwhile, 200 years in the past....*

J-Bob: "Hey guys, I'm back from the windex store. You would not believe the line they had at the...guys?"

Mark Hamill: *muffled* "I think I heard them going for pizza...now can somebody please get me out of here?!"

J-Bob: "Oh sure, just a sec... There we go, good as new."

Mark Hamill: "Thanks man, how can I ever repay you?"

J-Bob: "You can start in this room, and work your way around the entire Hall of Heroes. *tosses him a sponge and some windex* Now get going."

* 13 hours, 9 minutes, and 34 seconds later, we find Mark Hammil cleaning the Thingy *

Mark Hamill: "Looks like you've got some carbon scoring here...I wonder if... Aiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Yes, you guessed correctly. In his cleaning duties, Mark Hamill has unwittingly thrown himself back, or forward, into the time warp! Where does he end up? That's for you to decide. Next time, on the Never-Ending Story: Let's do the time warp again!

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"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake"

"You can't have everything, where would you put it?"

[This message has been edited by KyleKatarn7 (edited August 06, 2002).]

NSP: Once again, everything has been completely circumvented. Comedy.

*A light drizzle of rain falls from the sky on Neo-London. The camera zooms in to the technologically gothic British Parliament Building, where the British Prime Minister (a robot) prepares to deliver his speech.*

Robotic PM: (steps up to the podium, clears throat) My fellow Gentlemen...

*The Robot Prime Minister's voice is smooth and articulate, with a slight Manchester accent. Adding to the dignity is the snappy suit and tie his is clad in. As he speaks, the reporters (mostly cyberpunk types) raise their cameras and digital recording devices. Finally, the Q&A portion of the press release begins...*

Robotic Prime Minister: ...I shall now field questions and queries...yes, you there.

Punk Reporter: What's your stance on the new population density proposal?

*The Prime Minister opens his metallic mouth to speak, but before he can utter a word a chrono-vortex opens above the stage. Everyone dives for cover amid the howling wind and blinding light as a lone sponge-clutching figure is spat out and comes crashing into the stage, splitting it in two.*

*It's acclaimed actor Mark Hamill!*

*The crowd slowly regains it's senses. The Robot President peeks up over the smashed podium.*

Robot Prime Minister: I say, what the devil was all that ruckus?

*Acclaimed Secret Service agent and bodyguard Lawrence Turead the Fifth is quick to asses the situation.*

Lawrence Turead the fifth: (Drawing his gun)Not to worry, Mr. Pres'dent. Okay, freeze foo'!

*Standing agape, Mark Hamill lets his sponge and Windex drop to the futuristic ground. At that, Lawrence Turead V ('Lawrie' to his friends) marches over to Mark and places him in custody.*

Lawrence: (Slapping the high-tech handcuffs on Mark Hamill) You're under arrest, foo'!

*Lawrence then proceeds to march Mark Hamill towards his souped-up hovervan. However, before he can cover the distance, four familliar faces appear.*

Mark Hamill: Oh, hi, Geb.

Gebohq: Hello, Mark.

*Neither Mark nor Geb finds anything strange about running into the other 200 years in the future*

Gebohq: Mark, I'd like you to meet a descendant of mine, Asaohq. Asa-Mark-Mark-Asa.

Asaohq: Good day.

Mark Hamill: How do you do?

*Asaohq and Mark Hamill nod pleasently, unable to shake due to Mark being restrained by futuristic shackles.*

Lt. Randy: So, how did you end up in this noirish future?

Mark Hamill: Well, you wouldn't believe -

Lawrence: Enough! Ah dunno who people are, but Ah'm haulin' this foo' off foah questionin'!

Lt. Randy: It's okay, we'll vouch for him.

Gebohq: We're acquaintences, you understand.

Lawrence: Now jus' hold on -

Losien: Did you hear that, Mr. Hamill? You're free to go. (she steers him away from Lawrence).

Gebohq: Another job well done. Hey, is that robot wearing a tuxedo?

Asaohq: Yes, he's the Prime Minister -

Lawrence Turead the fifth, acclaimed bodyguard: Hold on a mintue! There ain't gonna be no vouchin' for nobody! This foo' is unda arrest until ah find out what he's doin' flyin' through tha air with cleanin' equipment, smashin' thangs! (he indicates the demolished stage with his powerful gun) An' you, Mistah Gebohq, bettah step off, or tha only acquaintences you'll be makin' will be yah fellow prisonahs. (he emphasizes the point by poking Geb in the cheast)

*Gebohq and Lawrence Turead the fifth stare at one another for a long moment. Geb backs down first.*

Gebohq: You've won this round, Mister Turead the fifth, but this isn't over. If we were in my time, I'd show you what's what.

*But Lawrence isn't listening. He hauls Mark Hamill into his hovervan, which he also enters, and then whisks into the sky, falling in with the other airborne traffic. Several British Secret Service agents surround their robotic leader and hurry him deeper into the parliament building, away from any perceived danger. The cyberpunk reporters disperse, off to write up stories for their news agencies, leaving Geb, Asa, Randy and Losien standing alone in the rain.*

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*Meanwhile, back in the past Krig and CookedHaggis find themselves deposited in downtown Silicon Valley.*

Krig the Viking: Where shiny go?

CookedHaggis: (collecting himself after his harrowing experience in the Thingy) We appear to have arrived at the appointed time.

Krig the Viking: Krig no see shiny.

CookedHaggis: Well then, shall we commence with our mission? I recommend heading for the local aerodrome, where we may be able to catch The Last True Evil and question him about the disruptions in the space/time continuum.

Krig the Viking: Shiny! (spotting the tin foil, Krig snatches it up off the ground and pops it into his mouth)

CookedHaggis: Or would you prefer to abandon the search for The Last True Evil, who quite frankly is of dangerous and unscrupulous character, and attempt to discover more passive clues?

Krig the Viking: (chewing) Krig like clues!

CookedHaggis: I see. Well, let's be off then.

*CookedHaggis straightens his moustache and drapes his little white cloth over his right arm. Krig munches on the wrapper and hefts his battleaxe over his shoulder. Together, they walk off to save the day.*

NSP: Can't forget about the other time periods. And Michael, Michael the hero and Tracer are currently aboard a private jet bound for Austria, where they will investigate the time travelling menace in the present and attempt to possibly hook up with Antestarr.

(NSP: Though I bring this up due to Kyle's last post, this goes to everybody:

Most of this part of the thread (from the beginning of page 35 until whenever we wrap up this sidestory) is going to be the basic premise for the NeS game. Therefore, only so many characters and such can be involved at this point, so I'd jsut like to ask all of you now to keep the character number to a minimum and focus more on good character relation and whatnot, as conversation choices and finding clues will be the key part of the gameplay.

As for Kyle specifically, I don't mind YOU joining, as long as you post regularly and keep the above in mind--in the editing process, I may switch characters around and whatnot, depending on how it unfolds. I ask though that Taz and Spasm NOT be included, unless they write themselves in. I'll tell you all now that I'll be wary of writing for your characters myself until I see that you're posting regularly and that your character begins to play a good role in the story. I apologize for not finding a way myself to include everybody.

Now I need to yell at Sem for not weaving his usual NeS-style beauty into the thread. Oh yeah, can't forget to add a--)

B.enevolentU.pwardM.obilityP.ost!

(OOC: I completely understand Geb...I'll think of some way to write them out before they encounter the others, and I'll just have to post more often on here, won't I? =) )

* Fade in on the dilapidated lab. Fluffy, Taz, and Spasm crowd around the rubber clown nose, arguing over just how it could help in their "quest", whatever it may be. Kyle, the slicer that he is, can't resist the beckon of the computer, and begins hacking... *

Fluffy: "I'm telling you, it's a conspiracy by Microsoft. We shouldn't get involved. We should just ditch this clown nose and get out of here."

Taz: "We have no way of knowing Microsoft has anything to do with this..."

Fluffy: "Oh come on, it's always Microsoft!"

Kyle: "Maybe not...look at what I just found..."

* All the others crowd around the screen. *

Taz: "This lab brought to you by...FurbyCo?"

Just then, a crackling, deep blue vortex appears in the air. A disembodied voice flows from the mystic portal...

J-Bob: "Fluffy, Taz, Spasm, you've got a lotsa 'splaining to do."

Fluffy, Taz, and Spasm: "Uh oh..."

J-Bob: "Hurry up. We still have to clean up upstairs. And because of your little pizza stunt, you'll have to clean with toothbrushes."

Fluffy, Taz, and Spasm: "Yes sir..."

And so, with morose faces and dejected stride, Fluffy, Taz, and Spasm enter the portal.

Kyle: "Well, that was lucky. I wonder if the plot hole people are.....nahhh. Hey look, Taz droppped his rubber nose, and I suppose his quest is now mine...whatever it may be...and why in the world am I talking to myself? Am I that close to the edge of insanity? What do you think Mr. Bimble? *listens to his thumb* Is that so, Mr. Bimble? Whoa..."

Meanwhile, two hundred and several years ago...

* Open on the long-forgotten arena. As we watch, a yodified, younger SemiEvil walks over to a large hunk of cheese, reverts to his skeletal form and triples in size, returning once more to the SemiEvil we all know. Suddenly, in the background, a 2-meter diameter vortex appears, spits out Semievil and Ford, and disappears just as quickly, leaving the world exactly the same...except for its two additions of course. *

Semievil: "Whoa...what a trip."

Ford: "You said it...so, what now?"

Semievil: *rears up to his full height* "We look for clues."

Will Kyle ever find out what his inherited quest is? Will Semievil and Ford find any clues? Find out next time the Never-Ending Story!

(OOC: Didn't want to mess anything else up, but I did want to at least set up part of this sub-story. As for Kyle's quest thing, I was thinking of a sort of sub-sub story for Kyle to go on, a more personal sort of quest where he might join up with the others later. If that doesn't work, I'll be glad to change it.)

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"If you notice this notice then you notice this notice isn't worth noticing at all"

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake"

"You can't have everything, where would you put it?"

(NSP: i've been reading up on how im supposed to do this. ill be posting for the game subplot tomorrow, or later today if you prefer as it is now exactly 12:30 (seriously it just changed i watched it.) Anywhos i will be posting for my Subplot now. it'll only be a short one but hey. also if any of those not involved in the game subplot wish to have a clue of what im planning (as much good as that does in this thread) they can e-mail me at ford_prefect1342@hotmail.com )

across the street from the Arena, in an "abandoned" 7-11, a light glows dimly near the beer case. the glowing thing happens to be asmall box-shaped thing that looks plagaristicly like a mousebot. a figure is bent over it, muttering to himself (or is it to the thing which he is bent over?). he is clad in the ragged remains of a <<description to be placed here when avilable>> and a pair of shoes with only one sole, and half a shoelace. suddenly he bops the thing

Gettle: HA! lets se that makes 4 for me and 372 for you. ha ha im catching up to you my little friend. in no time at all youll be begging not to send you across the street to the Arena in one of those dresses i found in the janitors closet. its funny tho'. i wonder why the door to that room said "BOB" on it. i mean its obviously a janitors closet. oh well im sure it'll come to me.

TMTGB: BING!

Gettle: What do you mean a great evil is out looking for you? who the hell would want to have you around for company?

TMTGB: BING!

Gettle: *looking embarassed*Oh, yeah. *he perks up*Hey, wanna go again?

THTGB: BING!

Gettle: okay. ready? One. Two. Three. Damn. that makes 373 for you, and 4 for me. we are still playing best 451 out of 900 right?

TMTGB: BING!

Gettle: good. By the way, where in the hell did you learn to play Rock, paper, scissors, anyway?

TMTGB: BING!

Gettle: oh realy? thats intersting. again? okay. Ready? One...

Will Gettle ever get out of the 7-11 across the street from the Arena? Will that shadowy cat figure mentioned in the last several of this writers posts ever appear again? will gettle ever get a clue? will my quesionts that always start with "will" and usually have an "ever" in there somewhere, ever be any different? And what of this evil searching for TMTGB? oh wait i just answered one of my own questions. Oh ****. Oh well. Find out the answers to the questions that i didnt answer next time on...NeS: World class RPSing.

Gettle: damn! hey wait a minute! youre not fudging to scorecard are you?

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NSP: Oops...er, can we say that the heroes traveresed realms as while as times?

Finally, the exciting conclusion to the Bert and Ernie Saga! What wonders will it contain? Read on!

*The Arena. Once a place where good and evil clashed for the fate of the Earth, now a place remodled into the home base of the Legion of Spookay, where a long-forgotten battle rages on. In the centre of the dusty floor of the Arena, amid giant chickenbones, broken teapot handles, the odd rabbit walker carcass, and one or two bits of very alive food, stand two muppets, facing each other down. One, short and orange, cackles evilly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The other, tall and yellow, assumes a kung-fu stance, shaking his head to clear his mind. In the stands, two armies sit, watching, one army of pidgeons, the other of rubber duckies. For a moment, all is calm. Then, the tall yellow muppet speaks.*

Bert: "There is still time, Ernie! Come with me back to Sesame Street! We can put all this behind us!"

Ernie: "Kheeheehee, you pathetic fool, pathetic fool. Don't you see? They're against us, all of them! All of them! Only the duckies remain loyal! Only the duckies!"

Bert: "Look at what you've become, Ernie! You're twisted; evil! You're misusing the power of the rubber duckie for your own ends! Remember what you were like before? Back at Sesame Street?"

Ernie: "They were happy days, yes, yes. But they are gone now! Gone! They hate us! All of them! All of them!"

*With that, the orange muppet lunges forward, spinning at Bert with a roundhouse kick. The taller muppet gracefully deflects the blow, and for several moments they exchange a series of rapid-fire kung-fu kicks and punches. Finally, Ernie gets the upper hand and delivers Bert a kick that sends him flying several yards. Bert tumbles to a halt, ending up in a low crouch.*

Bert: "Ernie! Listen to me! You have to come back with me! We need you!"

Ernie: "Need me? Need me? You rejected me! You sent me away! Why would you have need of me? Why?"

*Bert stands up, looking solemn.*

Bert: "I'll be frank with you, my old friend. Sesame Street has come to its darkest hour. Demon hordes from the North are descending upon our beloved street, and we've mobilized everyone that we can to hold them off, but we've taken heavy losses. We need your help desperately, Ernie!"

*Ernie turns away, hiding his googly eyes with his hand*

Ernie: "Sesame Street is under attack?"

Bert: "Yes, Ernie, and we need your help desperately. Please come back with me! You're our only hope!"
*Sanity returns to Ernie's eyes, and he looks off at the horizon heroically.*

Ernie: "I'll do it, Bert! If Sesame Street needs me, I cannot refuse them! Let's go save the world!"

Bert: "Actually, we'd just be saving Sesame Street, not the whole world."

Ernie: "Whatever! Let's go!"

Reunited once again, the two muppets fly off into the sunset, carried by their respective bird-hordes. What will become of them? Will they save Sesame Street? That, my friends, is a story for another time. Wait, why did I call you my friends? I hate you all! You're not my friends! Arrgh!

Tune in next time for more exiting, and probably less muppet-related, adventure.

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"Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." --Mark Twain


[This message has been edited by Krig_the_Viking (edited August 11, 2002).]

in front of the Massassi Forums Bulding, and across the street from the Hall of Heroes, the grey Lumina is still parked. its occupant is now unconcious with his head on the steering wheel.

Luina: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK

at the entrance to the MFB

GebtW: hey guys...whats all that green stuff on the floor.

MaybetW: i dunno. maybe its something we can eat.

Otter: c'mon guys its just grass. we write about it all the time.

LosientW: Really? i always imagined it to be more of a burgandy color...

GebtW: well, whatever. i wish that noise would stop, its making my head hurt.

SemtW: you have a headache too? i just thought i was in Coke withdrawl.

MtW: look! it sounds like its coming from tht car with the pringles can taped to the roof.

KrigtW: Pringles?

in the past, in the arena.

FutureFord: hey sem... you got short.

FutureSem: mmmmmm, yes. reverted it seems, yoda form to i have.

FFord: great. is it permanent?

FSem: like this remain i will, some cheese i eat until.

FFord: do you have to rhyme too?

FSem: really not. means this too far back have we gone. arrived yet my sister has not.

FFord: this is going to be a loooooooong mission.

What will the Writers find in the grey Lumina? and whats with the pringles can? And will ford make it through the mission sane?enext time find out you will on Story The Neverending!

FFord: great. now youve got HIM doing it.

JorBo wakes up covered in cobwebs and slouched over a table in a Burger King

JorBo: What the hell just happened? I feel violated.

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(NSP: No relaly, this ain't a pattern--I will post story posts! But for now, I just shoudl say to Tracer yes, it can be traversing time and dimension--whatever works. As for JorBo, read this page and you'll get the gist. Burger King, teehee...)

B.U.M.P.!

*After hours of fruitless searching, CookedHaggis and Krig find themselves facing the massive Silicon Valley International Airport.*

CookedHaggis: (sits down on a bench) What do you say we have a brief rest, old bean?

Krig the Viking: Bean?

CookedHaggis: I know my feet are quite tired after all that walking...a mite of rest shall do me good.

*Just then, Krig notices TLTE arguing with an airline employee!*

Krig the Viking: Krig see TLTE!

CookedHaggis: Egad! We've got to corner him!
*The two heroes hurry withour running towards TLTE, but to no avail: mere seconds after being spotted, The Last True Evil passes through the security checkpoint and, after disposing of his Klobb, boards the airliner.*

CookedHaggis: Blast! I'm afraid we simply have no other option to confront him onboard the aircraft. (he glances at the security gate) But how will we get onboard in the first place? Sorry, but I seem to be short on francs at the moment.

*At that Krig reaches into his pocket and withdraws a rumpled airline captain's hat. He removes his viking skullcap and places the captain's hat upon his head.*

Krig the Viking: Krig needed money. Krig pilot.

CookedHaggis: Well, that provides you with adaquate cover, but what about myself?

Krig the Pilot: Not worry. Krig have plan.

*Five minutes later, Krig and Haggis are standing in the men's room, with Haggis pearched in a strategic position. Momentarily, a young flight attendant enters.*

Flight Attendant: Uh, you wanted to see me, Captain Vykeen?

Krig the Pilot: Yes.

*Whack!*

CookedHaggis: Ah, that went rather well.

*It did indeed. The flight attendant lies concussed on the ground after a well-placed shot to the head with a viking skullcap. Not wasting any time, Haggis quickly appropriates the flight attendant's uniform.*

CookedHaggis: Right then. Our flight awaits.

*Haggis and Krig stride towards the loading gate, leaving behind a sharply dressed viking.*

Meanwhile, on page 12, in a matinence shack hidden to the side in a carnival fair, a TV's static shower eminates. Just moments ago, the heroes of that time had entered the TV , soon to be trapped by the evils known as Darkside, "They", and Furby00, and later, to search for the Holy Hand Remote which would let them return. Now though, as the heroes have just discovered the presence of Darkside and "They", only the static and their voices in a barely audible volume are the only activity in the shack.

That is, until a mystical swirl opens, spewing out Maybechild and The Otter from page 35. The Otter lies unconscious on the ground, while Maybechild tries to get her bearings.

Maybechild: Geb will pay for this...Otter! Wake up!

*Maybechild baps Otter on the head, bringing him back to consciousness.*

Otter: Ow! I'm awake mu'mmy... oh wait. It's just you.

*Maybechild baps him on the head again.*

Otter: OW! What'd you do that for?

Maybe: Cuz you were being obnoxious again. No wait, you're always like that. Oh well.

Otter: Geez, thanks.

Maybe: Anyways, on to business. It appears that we have arrived when we were suppose to. I suppose that's one thing to be thankful of. We should first--Otter!

Otter: What?

*Due to the nature of this scene, the cameraman has graciously NOT shown us what Otter is doing right now.*

Maybe: Just because it's the Spice channel doesn't mean--

Otter: With you and Losien on it.

Maybe: --With Losien and I on it, doesn't mean--*turns around* URGH!!!

Otter: I love you too ....dangit, it switched to the History Channel. *readjusts himself back to the way he was before*

Maybe: *whispering to no one in particular* Why...why me...

Otter: Man, I've seen this episode before. Let's see what else is on--

Maybe: NO! DON'T TOUCH IT!

*Maybechild jumps to intercept Otter, tackling him on the ground.*

Otter: I like it when you play rough.

Maybe: You do, eh?

*A distinct "thunk" is heard, and seconds later, Otter's eyes buldge out.*

Otter: *gasping* So much for being a father...

*Maybechild searches the shack for clues while the Otter continues to try and recover.*

Oh-oh, what new and exciting pains will be inflicted--err--that is, what new and exciting clues will our heroes find? Keep reading, and you might find out. Maybe. Get it? Maybe you'll find out what Maybe will find... I know, my wit astonishes me even.

(NSP: I, as are many of you, are probably preparing to get back to school. Thus, at least for me, my posting will be limited if at all for a couple weeks. Hopefully after that though NeS can pick up again, and we can get this thing movin' )

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Meanwhile, 200 and some years in the future...

* Fade in on the Good Ol' Dilapidated lab. *

Kyle: "What's that Mr. Bimble? The world's round, you say?.....nah, that can't be right. Hey, don't talk back to me, Mr.: You're the one living in my thumb. Don't think I won't kick you out man...cause I will. What's that? You think I should continue on this quest dealy? Oh, allright."

Finally leaving the lab after three days of arguing with his thumb,...never mind, it's too easy to joke about that...Kyle opens the door and enters this strange new world. Outside, he finds a long hall done completely in dark grey metal, probably steel. The lighting is flickering at best, most of the light bulbs darkened from years of neglect, with patches of darkness strewn about. This lack of lighting, of course, is a freakish combination with the almost-reflective quality of the steel. Thoroughly creeped out, especially considering he only has his datapad and his wit as weapons, Kyle makes his way down the hall. In the background, Jaws music is playing on repeat, always coming to a crescendo when he reaches a long patch of darkness.....Wits as his only weapon, eh?...He's a goner.

Kyle: "Dude..this hall is giving me the creeps... *feels the slightest touch of fur against his leg, whirls about* Who's there?!...Anybody there??.... *feels a breeze coming from behind him, whirls about again* Dude! This is seriously not cool... I could be back at the lab, or even at the Hall of Heroes, slicing some bank account or something, or even cleaning with J-bob and the others, but noooooo, I have to be brought along on this foolhardy quest...and I don't even know what I'm questing for! All I know is it involves this FurbyCo, a masked stranger, and this stupid clown nose. What in the world am I supposed to do with a clown nose? And what the hell just brushed my leg again? *Whirls around, finds nothing again, feels the same breeze, whirls again, again finds nothing* I'm noticing a pattern here..."

Finally, after a half hour of walking down this paranoia-inducing hall, he finds something worth noticing: A sign, painted in red, dripping paint by the boys in set design, that reads "Leave now, while you still can." Several meters after that, a second warning: "You have been warned. Turn back, and save yourself. Continue, and face the consequences."

Kyle: "I wonder if somebody's trying to tell me something..."

Finally, after 23 more warnings implying certain death should he continue, Kyle has reached the end of his journey. He stands facing a plain, well-lit wooden door, with Tomorrow Comes Today blaring in the background. On the door, a sign: "Know ye who enter here, once past this threshold you step, ye shalt not pass again." Grasping the door knob, and understandably reluctant to open it, Kyle counts down from three. On one, he turns the knob, shoulders the door aside, and rushes through. The door slams shut behind him, leaving him stranded in a sea of darkness. Finally, a lone light turns on, surrounding him and a meter around him in light. He hears a slight noise approaching him and his light, and Kyle prepares himself. Finally, in the darkness, he can see a shape. It slowly resolves itself, until, reaching the light, he can see that it is--

Kyle: "A RABBIT?!?!?! *Breaking into laughter, and picking up the lone rabbit* "Well, my little friend, you sure gave me quite a scare. Heh heh heh..."

* Suddenly, right in front of him, Kyle hears a repeat of the pattering noise the rabbit had made in approaching him. Only, this time, it sounds more like 500 rabbits approaching at once. A nearby glass of water, conveniently placed at the edge of the nimbus of light, shows ripple upon ripple upon ripple, as the cacophany of rabbit feet approaches... *

Kyle: "Eep..."

Is this the end for Kyle? Will he ever find out what his quest is for? Will his quest somehow tie in with the quests of the others? Will I ever get a raise? Find out next time on the Never-Ending Story: The Second Level.

(OOC: Sorry that I couldn't post about any of the other adventurers, but this was already getting too long. Rest assured, I will when I can. Oh, I almost forgot....B.U.M.P.!)

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"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake"

"You can't have everything, where would you put it?"

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*Krig and CookedHaggis covertly board the aircraft. Immediately, they begin looking for TLTE, but suddenly, the intercom pipes up.*

Intercom: Would the pilot please find his way to the cockpit to fly the plane, please.

Krig: Krig not now how to fly plane!

CookedHaggis: I know, old friend, but just...try your best. I'll find TLTE quickly, and then we can appropriate the parachutes ourselves.

*He begins to present pre-flight beverages to the passengers. Mildly encouraged, Krig heads to the cockpit.*

*The flight is soon underway, and Krig's flying is passable, albeit slightly shaky. CookedHaggis, however, cannot find TLTE, and immediately (correctly) assumes he has donned one of his many disguises.*

CookedHaggis: How am I going to find him now? Unless...

*Mercifully, Krig has a burst of ingenuity and assumes a clear pilot's intercom voice:*

Krig: Would all Russian spies please stand up and be counted, please?

*CookedHaggis scans the cabin quickly, just as a middle-aged lady rises, then gasps and sits down quickly again. Smiling, Haggis produces a handgun.*

CookedHaggis: FREEZE, TLTE!

Middle-Aged Lady: Oh, borscht.

*Ripping off his disguise, TLTE rushes past Haggis and makes a run for the airtight door, but is cut off by Krig.*

Krig: TLTE not going anywhere, buddy.

Haggis: Krig, who's flying the plane???

*A look of horror sweeps across Krig's face, but luckily, a plot hole leaps from its seat and dashes toward the cabin, saving the day.*

CookedHaggis: *whew* Now, hands behind your-

*Suddenly, an evil laugh echoes through the cabin. Before anyone can react, a passenger in a black trenchcoat and matching hat leaps out of his seat, grabbing him around the neck and dragging him toward the airtight door.*

CookedHaggis: What the...?

Krig: Who is mysterious dark man?

*The figure takes off his hat, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man in roughly his late fifties, with a pointy white beard and
familiar shaped features.*

Figure: I...am The Very Last True Evil!

*Dramatic music filters in through the intercom. Krig makes a lunge for the two LTEs, but TVLTE deftly kicks him, sending him tumbling down the aisle. Haggis attempts to pistol-whip at least one of them, but TVLTE grabs his gun hand, releasing TLTE, who tumbles dazedly to the floor. Haggis and TVLTE struggle for the gun, eventually falling to the floor and battling furiously.*

CookedHaggis: Why...are you....doing this?

TVLTE: The answer to....that question..lies in....our FUTURE!

*Before Haggis can pose another question, TVLTE gains control and fires the gun. CookedHaggis has just enough time to mouth the word "no" before depressurisation occurs and the plane's passengers are sucked out into the cold blue sky....*

(NSP: Great to be back!)

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NSP: Hey, you're back. Whatever happened to you, anyways?

*In the MaybeChild and Otter past, the two time travellers search for clues. Otter happens upon a TV converter connected to the large 20" screen.*

Otter: I think I've found a clue!

*He certainly has. The LED numbers displayed on the converter are flipping according to the television's current channel.*

MaybeChild: (leery) What is it?

Otter: This seemingly normal cable converter appears to be responding to commands from the Holy Hand Remote. It could very well be the second half of the Remote. The Yin to it's yang. The pork to it's beans. Groom to it's bride.

MaybeChild: Yes, I see what you're getting at. We can use the converter to counter the Remote's commands, and possibly pull the heroes out of their current state of flux...nice job, Otter.

Otter: The jam to it's toast - uh, what was that?

MaybeChild: I said, nice job. You figured something out.

*Otter smiles triumphantly, but before he can ask for a date a half-destroyed jetliner materializes right on their very location, forming a strange damaged jet aircraft/shack combination structure. Haggis and Krig, dizzily get to their feet.*

CookedHaggis: I say, what in God's name happened?

Krig: Krig activate temporal return safety device during accident.

CookedHaggis: Then why the devil aren't we back at HQ, my good man?

Krig: Not know. Maybe device damaged during fight with TLTE and subsequent wild ride.

CookedHaggis: Ye gads, TLTE! I'd almost forgotten!

*As if on cue, The Last True Evil and his new compatriot The Very Last True Evil emerge; TLTE pulls himself from under a pile of fallen luggage while TVTLE emerges from the kitchen section, cursing in Russian.*

Otter: Wow, what's going on here?

CookedHaggis: It's The Last True Evil and The Very Last True Evil! We've got to stop them!

TLTE: You may try, imperialist, but you will not succeed.

TVLTE: Indeed. This time displacement was provides one with an excellent opportunity to dispose of you (He smiles an evil smile, and his gaze drifts to the TV converter).

*The two Soviets look at each other, and after the barest of nods spring into action. TVLTE makes a mad dash for the shack/aircraft's emergency exit, throwing open the door and sliding down the inflatable rescue slide. TLTE does a swan dive towards the television screen, intent on taking the heroes by surprise and murdering them. At the last second, MaybeChild slaps at the converter, changing the channel.*

CookedHaggis: Drat! Foiled once more!

MaybeChild: Quick, there's no time to lose! We've got to pursue them. Krig, Haggis; you two follow TLTE. (glances at TV) Otter and I will track down this new villian.

*The heroes quickly assent to MaybeChild's plan, and then dash of to adventure: Krig and CookedHaggis into the television (currently showing Jepardy re-runs), Otter and MaybeChild to the carnival and surrounding city.*

*appears from the shadows, watches around and fades again in the shadows.*

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"I am FastGamerr...from Finland"
Don't know where Finland is? Well, if I were you, I wouldn't know either..

(NSP: Yay! TLTE is back! At it couldn't be at a better time (as you may have noticed). TLTE--as for TEW, I'm waiting on Sem really, so in a couple weeks hopefully we'll be able to get it moving again. If you wish though, you can still post for your character's struggles, as I am fairly certain that the situation has been amply set-up. I am curious as well as to what caused your absense on the web for 2-3 months.

As for all you other writers & readers, as you may or may not know, Krig, Sem, J-bob, and myself are attempting to write a comedy novel inspired by the ways of NeS, currently under the title "This Needs a Better Name" and for a good reason. Here's the link to the forum the project is on:

http://pub22.ezboard.com/fthefirstrealmfrm19

The story itself is under the thread "The Story: This Needs a Better Name (TNBN)", which we would appreciate you all to read now and as it continues to be written for (sorry, but we can't take on any extra writers for this project). Please post your thoughts, comments, critisism, cheese, etc. on the "Questions, Answers, and other OOC stuff" thread as well as any potential titles for this novel you may have under the "Ideas for a title thread."

What I really posted this for was so that you writers and readers could contribute to the thread called "Inspirations for the source". There, I hope to find out what parts of NeS we (the writers of the novel-to-be) can turn to for inspiration, and not to a bad part of NeS (what? bad parts? What are you talking about?... ). I do warn you all though that the forum IS on EZBoard, which means lots of pop-up ads.

And because I'd feel guilty not doing so, here's a story post, though it's sadly much smaller than my NSP.)

Two hundred years in the future, in Neo London...

*Losien suddenly pokes herself in the stomach with her hand.*

Geb: Er...sis? What are you doing?

Los: *unhappy* Touching myself, apparently.

Geb: I knew this "interactive game" thing the writers started was a bad idea--hey!

*Geb starts poking himself. Randy starts to approach Losien, apparently happy what he felt the urge to do at that moment. Geb, however, smacks him back to sense.*

Geb: Well it's obvious that some people aren't interested in saving the world...

*The three give a mean glare at the audience/players.*

(NSP: Figured that these sort of things should be covered as well, and remembering these factors could make for some interesting twists.)

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(NSP: you should all really check out that thing geb was talking about in the last post.its really interesting and stuff. but be warned. LOTS of popups. a lot of em.

Anywhos on with the story.)

The Maasassi Forums Building at a desk, sits/lies a male figure, sleeping. scatterd around his feet are several crumbs, a few poo-tay-toe chips bags, and plenty of hershey bar wrappers. Oh, the hershey bars! This must be none other than Gettleburger the Writer! it looks like hes waking up...

GettletW: *groan*ugh, thatt'll each me to go on one of my chocolate binges. hey look! a fun size snickers bar! *shakes head* No. no no. No...more... chocolate. Aaaaaaaaaaagh!

as gettle dives for the Fun Size Snickers bar, the writers are still trying to figure out who the man in the front seat of the lumina is. wait a minute. if the writers are doing that, then who is supplying me iwth my lines. no i won't shut up! i have a right to know! Do you knwo who i am? im the narrator, ive gmmmmf!....

<<please excuse the interuption of the narration. it seems our narrator hasnt been taking his medicine and needs to be taken in for more brai..er... i mean some more therapy. i will continue the narration until he is wholly loyal to... er..uh.. i mean until he is mentally stable. thank you for your cooperation. as i..er.. he was saying...our writers are trying to figure out who the man in the front seat of the lumina is.>>

GebtW: *under breath* Took you long enough.

<<i heard that>>

GtW: Damn.

Otter: look he's waking up.

Ford the Writer: *Groans* Oi.

MaybetW: he looks allright, just a little shook up. and theres a lump on his head.

KrigtW: that's what she said.

<<everyone glares at Krig>>

KtW: what?

FtW: ach, my head.whats going on? last thing i remember i was sitting here in my car and then there was a sensation that all of reality got sucked into some guys twisted head. Ow! something just shoked me.

<<its part of your therapy Ford.>>

FtW: whos that guy? and what therapy? Ow. *his eyes glaze over and he says in a monotone* Oh, yeah. my theraoy. right. the thing that keeps my pathological lying in check.

<<exactly>>

GebtW: Riiiiight. so youre ford the writer huh? well ive got a question for you? im sure all of us are wondering. why do you have a pringles can taped to your car?

FtW: *eyes not glazed anymore* oh its like an antenna. i use it to get free wireless internet. the pringles can helps pick up the signal better.

Otter: *suddely gets the urge to give maybe a hug, and prcedes as such, unable to control himself*

MaybetW: Ugh, go away. youre not even part of the adventure game.

Otter: i know...

Will gettle ever get out of his chocolate binge? what is the consequence of such a pointless, and non-plot-moving post? who is the person now writing the story?but more importantly: what are they going to do to me!?!?!!?!?!?

<<how did you get out?>>

*Meanwhile, back in TV-land Otter and MaybeChild find themselves in the midst of Jeopardy. TLTE is also there, his undercover disguise replaced by a red cardigan and khaki pants. The heroes also find their attires altered: MaybeChild is dressed like an aging hippy while Otter is dressed like a writer.*

Alex Trabek: Hello, and welcome back to Celebrity Jeopardy. Let's meet today's contestants.

*The crowd cheers.*

Alex Trabek: Hailing from Mother Russia, armed with only his wits and an extra dose of glasnost, former Politburo member and Soviet Premier, Mikhail Gorbachev!

*The camera zooms in on TLTE, and the crowd cheers once more.*

MaybeChild: What? That's not Gorbachev, it's The Last True Evil!

Alex Trabek: (chuckles) Oh yes, and who could forget the always clever and musically inclined contestant number two? Fresh from the release of her latest album, Cher!

*The camera zooms in and the crowd cheers again. Maybe is too stunned to speak.*

Alex Trabek: Moving on to conestant number three, let's have a warm welcome for famed children's writer and Ph.D, Doctor Seuss!

Otter: I really can't relate/why I was set upon this fate.

*Shock registers on Otter's face as he realizes what he has just said.*

Otter: I cannot see/what's happening to me?!

Alex Trabek: And finally, former presidential nominee and outspoken senator, Bob Dole!

*Camera zooms and the crowd cheers.*

Otter: I swear by his largish mole/that's not Bob Dole!

MaybeChild: HighEmperor^? How did you get here?

TLTE: Blast! How were you able to garner reinforcements at this location?

HighEmperor/Bob Dole: ...

*HighEmperor stares blankly into space, drooling on his console. His brain wires are still disconnected or something.*

Alex Trabek: Now that we've met eveyone, let's get started!

*The crowd cheers mindlessly.*

Alex Trabek: Today's catagories are (ding!) Recent History, (ding!)In the Time of the Dinosaurs, (ding!) Food Products, and (ding!) Bolsheviks. And don't forget, if you get stuck, there is also a random 'wildcard' catagory. Good Luck!

*The theme music plays. The applause lights come on, requiring the audience to clap.*

Alex Trabek: Mr. Gorbachev, you've got control of the board...

Otter: Dearest Cher, I daresay/why must we play when we could save the day?

MaybeChild: I want to get him, too, but I...let's just finish the game.

*The realm of TV-land seems to be exerting some form of mind control over the heroes (except for HighEmperor, who has no mind), forcing them to see the gameshow through.*

TLTE: Agreed...I will defeat you at Jeopardy and then I will defeat you with my fists! Alex, Bolsheviks for 200, please.

^For more details on HighEmperor's return to empty-headedness, see NeS Postscript files 1458a-c and 1460d*.

(NSP: *In other words, I'll make it up later. And the recent history catagory is about the history of the NeS...questions (or answers, it's Jeopardy) should be about anything or anyone from past pages of NeS.)

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HighEmperor and Brian Baxter

*HighEmperor and his new flunkies stand in the operating room. An alarm panel blinks to life.*

HighEmperor: "Hello, what's this? (points to flunky) You there, what does that mean?"

Flunky: "It indicates a malfunction in the power grid, master. And to answer your next question, master, there are other xenomorphs quartered in this facility. And to answer your question after that, they are most likely running amok, slaughtering the research staff at this very moment. Master. "

*HighEmperor pales slightly at this announcement.*

HighEmperor: "I -"

Flunky: "- haven't got any powers because you were incubating the xenomorph queen, and as such will not be much use in putting down the threat."

HighEmperor: "Then -"

Flunky: "Master."

HighEmperor: "Well, that's just great. Do you have any positive suggestions?"

Flunky: "(pauses) No, master."

HighEmperor: "(sigh) Fine, then, let's have a poll. Does anyone have a suggestion which would help us escape this death trap alive?"

*Screams are heard in the distance. A strapping Australian flunky steps foreward. Australian like Muldoon from Jurassic Park, not like Steveo from Crocodile Hunter.*

HighEmperor: "Yes, you there - what's your suggestion?"

Australian Flunky: "Name's Baxter. Brian Baxter. I know the way outta this labyrinth, and I've got the firepower to survive the trip."

*Baxter shoulders a brutal-looking rifle to emphasize the point.*

HighEmperor: "Good. Lead on, Mr. Baxter."

*The party exits the laboratory for a long and violent journey through the research complex, in which they learn valuable life lessons and develop a complex web of interpersonal relationships. Also, several flunkies are eaten by the aliens.*

HighEmperor: "We made it! Good show, men!"

Baxter: "Looks like the cavalry's arrived, mate."

*Indeed it has. Several military drop-ships appear on the horizon, heading straigh for the complex (which is now half destroyed and aflame, thanks to the gratuitous and life-altering violence that occured inside it's walls. the drop-ships land and disgorge their cargo of crack marines. Two humorless FBI men is last ones out. They stride towards HighEmperor and Baxter.*

FBI Man #1: "(flashes holo-badge) We're Holland."

FBI Man #2: "(flashes holo-badge) And Van Owen, FBI. Mind if we have a litte chat?"

HighEmperor: "Actually yes, I've been through quite a bit recently and -"

Agent Holland: "Does this (produces the jar containt the alien queen) belong to you?"

HighEmperor: "Well, not really -"

Agent Van Owen: "(to Baxter)Why don't we take a walk, sir."

Baxter: "Why don't we not, sir.

*Holland and Van Owen look at eachother, nod, and draw their future pistols. Unfortunately for them, however, Baxter is quicker on the draw and in no time at all the two FBI men are smoking craters. Unfortunately for HighEmperor and Brian Baxter, Van Owen could no longer hold on to the jar containing the baby alien queen because he was dead. The xenomorph was quicker than both Baxter and HighEmperor, and it gave into it's ravenous primal instincts (EAT BRAINS!!). The alien scampered up HighEmperor's leg, then his torso, then his face and latched itself onto his brain. Lot's of screaming and pain followed, until HighEmperor passed out.*

Baxter: "produces a comm. unit) I've got trouble. My mate's gotta brain eatin' alien attached to his head. And if that's not bad enough, there's a entire bloody army division in the area."

Mysterious Contact: "I see. Would it be a problem if the army were to discover this particular incident?"

Baxter: "(agitated) You're bloody right it'd be bad!"

Mysterious Contact: "Just contemplating the alternatives."

Baxter: "I don't wanna hear about any bloody alternatives! All I wanna hear from you right now is 'sit tight. The cavelry, which will be heading directly to your location, is on the way."

Mysterious Contact: "Sit tight. The Fox, who will be heading directly to your location, is on the way. Is that good?"

*Baxter calms down.*

Baxter: "You're bloody well right it's good. In fact, that's *all* you had to say."

*Baxter closes the connection and hunkers down to wait for The Fox.*

End Brian Baxter and HighEmperor, Part One

(NSP: Stay tuned for a hopefully less Pulp Fictionish and more comedic part two.)

BRIAN BAXTER AND HIGHEMPEROR, PART II

Following their close encounter with strange alien xenomorphs and the FBI, HighEmperor and his lackies (including the blunt survivalist, Brian Baxter) awaited with baited breath the arrival of the one known as 'The Fox', who had the technical know-how required to detach the alien queen currently latched on to HighEmperor's brain.

'Fox' arrived, and making a quick assessment of the situation, immediately realized that the only way to save HighEmperor's life was to amputate his brain, which he did with a device that can only be described as a blender crossed with a rotary telephone crossed with a lobster. He then placed the brain (still attached to the alien) in a jar, and being more careful than the vapourized Agent Van Owen, declared the operation a success, so to speak.

The situation became complicated when The Fox felt snubbed by Brian Baxter, who, being his usual curt self failed to thank The Fox for saving the day, so to speak. 'Fox' declared that if his help was not appreciated, he could just leave things as he found them and take off. Baxter was tempted to the just tell him to piss the hell off, however in the end he bit the bullet and offered his thanks following which everybody shook hands and took off, but not before HighEmperor's 'recall device' (implanted by the almost certainly dead quack clone surgeon) malfunctioned in a blaze of Deus Ex Machina, spiriting him back through time and space to an episode of 'Celebrity Jeopardy' where he took the place of American Senator Bob Dole, thank you very much. The end.

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With no way to get home JorBo stumbles down a back street of The Dark City. His clothes are now ripped and filthy. He holds a bottle of who-knows-what® in his hand.

JorBo: *buuuuuuurp*

JorBo passes out in the gutter

Back in the past, FSTH has discovered one of Otter's buried bottles of booze

FSTH: "BUUUUUUBBLES tiny! Wine in the! Happy make me! Fine me make feel! Bubbles tiny! Make all over me warm!"

FFTH: "Uhh.. Sem?"

FSTH: "...."

FFTH: "Sem?"

FSTH: "...."

FFTH: "A response would be good."

FSTH: "....!!!"

FFTH: "Dude, what's with you?"

FSTH: *smacking FF in the kneecap with the unburied now empty bottle* "Yodafication the to blame is. Words single that are their order mixed up cannot have. Moron you are a."

FFTH: "Right... well... there's taco sauce filling up THE ARENA, is that bad?"

FSTH: "If we sauce have, tacos need we."

FFTH: "Are you sure it's not a diabolical scheme to bring about the destruction of the world?"

FSTH: "More like jalepeno does it taste."

FFTH: "I think it's a sign that the universes are overlapping as a result of some temporal disturbance wrought by our wicked nemisi. Don't you remember that historic IDA fight between Janitor Bob and Dart Wader? Taco Sauce flooded THE ARENA! It must be that we have intersected with the Story Arcade universe as the various universes collapse in on each other!"

FSTH: "The thing that ever I most rediculous is heard."

<Little do our heros know, they have uncovered a diabolical scheme to bring about the destruction of the world by causing multiple universes to collapse in upon eachother, orchestrated by the heros' wicked nemisi.>

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The early bird may get the worm-
but it's the second mouse who gets the cheeze.

Omnia quae specto dominavi, et tantam magnus sum, ut non specto!

Alright, buster (Yes, you, Tracer, you *censored*), you tried to screw up my plans and my character, but YOU HAVEN'T SUCCEEDED! Why, you ask? B/c I am going to fix it! Muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

At any rate, Tracer, you did miss out on a few points.

One: the flunkies aren't supposed to say anything except, "Yes, Master."

Two: Highemperor incubated the alien queen, I don't think they're going to attack them.

Three: Only I get to make large character changes to Highemp, such as brain amputation. Buster.

Four: Highemp STILL has a lot of power. Just not as much as he used to. There's a big difference between that and powerless. Quartergod is still more than superhuman.

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Inside the building, Highemperor chuckled to himself as he watched Baxter and the fake Highemp.

Highemp: *chuckle, chuckle* I barely had enough time to make a powerless clone of myself and send it out with that buffoon before-

Before what?

Highemp: Actually, I don't know. I wasn't in any danger. It's one of those plot hole things, ya know?

Whatever.

Highemp: Riiight. *thinks of something* Hey, where the heck are you, Narrator? You're obviously sucked into this story world, too, but where are you?

I'll never tell.

Highemp: *looks in the direction of the voice* The Massassi Forums Building?

Aw, dangit!

Highemp: Hey, now I know what to do to regain my old powers! I'll travel to the Massassi Forums Building where I'll combine my powers with the power of the Writers' Computers! THEN I will be able to become ultimately powerful! Hahahahahahahahahaha- *hack* *wheeze* -ha. Um, yeah.

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There. I fixed Tracer's damage, and y'all better not screw it up again, bub(s)! Bye for now!

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Quest on epic adventures or duel at the High Citadel!

Highemp, you forget this is NES! The point is to be skrewed up!

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The early bird may get the worm-
but it's the second mouse who gets the cheeze.

Omnia quae specto dominavi, et tantam magnus sum, ut non specto!

Back at the thingy, a film light falls from somewhere behind the camara's view. A large pink blob in a black t-shirt that reads 'Security'on the back walks from the left of the screen eating a chocolate covered doughnut and listening to music on headphones. He munches down his doughnut singing:

'Jedi Kirby's gatt find some one te be his lover yeah baby. Jedi Kirby's lookin for a guy, don't wan't him too shy but he's gatta have the qualities that Jedi Kirby finds in a man, strong smart open and gatta be all for Jedi Kirby...'

He then looks at the screen, widening his eyes he chuckles...

'Hi mom... Jedi Kirby's on tv!!!! Um... Are you recor...YOU ARE! OHHH Sheeeet!'

He runs off stage tripping on the fallen light as you hear a loud

'BUFFFF'

'Jedi Kirby's OK!!!!!'

(Just thought Jedi Kirby'd do that for.....um.....reasons.....)

(NSP: Welcome, jEDIkIRBY (can I call you jk for short? ). Feel free to e-mail me with any questions you may have--I'm interested myself to know how much you've read and such.

As for Highemp's post--when I re-write this stuff in the game, I'll most likely just have Highemp from the present get transported to the Celebrity Jeopardy game before he gets eaten by the alligator. As for Tracer's plot to throw in a quiz-game part, if you're gonan use Celebrity Jeopardy, someone should be Sean Connery

With that said, I'll be a bit busy moving into college and such within the next week, so I'll make a story psot when I can.

Oh yeah, and Sem, you're a mook for throwing Story Arcade into NeS =P)

(NSP: Huh? What Alligator? What's happening?)