(NSP: If you all don't mind, I'll wrap it up now that Antestarr has written his well-crafted posts. As I said before, if there's some story-scene or whatever you want in the NeS game, feel free to add it to
Alternate Stories. With that said, here's the conclusion of "NeS: A Point & Click Adventure Game," which of course is merely a prologue into our next section
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After having evaded the Scottish police, Gebohq finally made his way to the writers in London, leaving five minutes before the white plot-hole barrier collapses. In having ran from Yemen to England in five minutes, Gebohq had broken the speed of light, thus disproving the Theory of Relativity. Needless to say, there was a lot of commotion in the physics field.
Gebohq approached the writers with the briefcase holding ten million dollars.
Gebohq: HERE! *tosses the writers the briefcase*
Sem the writer: Uh...thanks.
Gebohq: ...Save us already!
Otter the writer: eh?
Gebohq: Write something!
Geb the writer: Uh... hate to break it to you, cherished character of mine, but since we're here, in your realm, we can't do anything.
Gebohq: But you're our only hope! The Floaty-Head Guy is going to unleash his white plot-hole...thing, and end our existence!
Maybe the writer: Dear, it's not going to be the end of your existence.
Gebohq: How can you say that?
Maybe the writer: Because NeS has never been dependant on plot. It has a life of its own!
Gebohq: I don't understand...
Maybe the writer: We writers work with a mere thread within a tapestry known to many as The Never-ending Story. We can only do so much to turn that thread one way or another, but ultimately, NeS decides on how it turns out. So it doesn't really matter what you all as characters within NeS do; if NeS wants to do something, it'll do it. It flushed the plot down the toilet years ago in order to keep you from loosing to Ares back on the first page.
Gebohq: Wow...my life feels utterly pointless.
Man, what a burn!
Geb the writer: Hey now, that's not true! I mean, you've been here since the first page! That means NeS likes you.
TLTE the writer: Yes, depite the many occasions I've tried to write off your character.
Geb the writer: What was that?
TLTE the writer: Wha--? Oh, nothing.
Gebohq: Why would NeS allow such a force like The Fake False Evil to threaten its existence?
Maybe the writer: You forget, story, not plot, drives NeS. After all, there's only 20-some master plots known, yes? As for the presence of TFFE, NeS is having a mid-life crisis, despite the fact that its never-ending. Back when it turned 35, NeS feared being 40, and got very depressed. NeS thought it lost its thrill... so it threatened its own existence, somewhat in vain, in a last dicth effort.
*Everyone was standing in silence at Maybe the writer's words.*
Gebohq: Er...I still don't understand.
Maybe the writer: *sigh* It's NeS. Nobody understands it, but it just works itself out for the better in the end, OK?
Gebohq: Er...OK. But there's still this problem of TFFE controlling you guys, and potentially controlling all of existence instead of ending it.
Tracer the writer: Well, there's this device on ShaperImage.com that can shield us in a dimensional paradox, kinda like Highemperor the writer over there, for...10 million dollars.
Gebohq: You got...a minute and a half. Order now!
*56 seconds later*
Tracer the writer: That was quick. If only the pizza came that fast.
Sem the writer: Apparently, all we got to do is press this button here, and it'll do its work.
Gebohq: Best get going now...good luck!
*The seconds count down as Gebohq runs out into the street.*
Geb the writer: So we have food and stuff to live on, right?
other writers: Uh-oh...
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Meanwhile, deep within The Very Last True Evil's Headquarters, as the timer reached zero, the white plot hole barrier dropped. A swarm of white holes swirled around mysteriously, seeking to unleash all possibilities. The swarm, however, grew angry when they could not find a plot anywhere. Norman *snicker*--er--The First False Evil began panicking as the white plot holes turned to him, the one who locked the white plot holes behind a barrier.
TFFE: But there are writers within this realm to feed your hunger! Aren't there...?
Nope. And I'm happy to say, the white plot holes are now devouring The First False Evil whole.
TFFE: AHHHHHHHH!!!!--oh, that tickles. No wait--AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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*The flashback ends within Antestarr's mind, as he sat with his rifle.*
Ante: What will I do now? ....
So ANYWAYS, The First False Evil's plot was foiled. Hurray! Now we return to (most) of our heroes, back at the Hall of Heroes.
Kyle: So bored... oh so bored.
Purevil: Then DO something!
Kyle: Like what?
Purevil: ...right. We're too lazy to think of things to do.
Jump-bot: Clean the update screen, one called "Otter."
Otter: *grumble* Stupid hero-robot...
Just then, Gebohq enters the Hall of Heroes.
Geb: Hey, I'm back.
Otter: Yay!
*TheOtter hugs Gebohq.*
Gebohq: Uh...thanks.
Losien: We thought you were gone for good! Glad you're back.
The Jump-bot, upon seeing Gebohq, scurries off.
Geb: I'll be right back. I think I'm overdue for a stroll down memory lane.
*Gebohq takes a moment to rummage through the attic, and returns with a cardboard box marked "College stuff" on it.*
Geb: I've been meaning to see how I've progressed as a hero since I first started my official training as one back in my college years.
*Gebohq takes a seat on the couch. A number of the heroes gather around, for a lack of better things to do*
Geb: Hmm...*flipping through the yearbook* I forgot how many of you were in the same college as me. I still remember back in my freshmen year...
Meanwhile, as Gebohq remembers his college days as if he were still there today, a murderous plot creeps within the Hall of Heroes....
(NSP: So yeah, I left it open to do either a "NeS: The College Years" substory and/or a Clue-type story within the Hall of Heroes. Either way, I'd appreciate it if the story be kept simple and the posts short and quick (in hopes of more posting in general). Unless you
really want to make a big post--I ain't gonna stop you. If nobody else starts up, I'm probably going to post my own little tangent with Geb in college, and let NeS take its course.)
[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited February 17, 2003).]