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Valigarmander
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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:20 pm Post subject: The Totally Moderateable Never-Ending Story |
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Sup. I'm Valigarmander. You hate me. This thing here is called a Never-Ending Story. Normally, you'd see something like this in the "Story Time" section of the forum. But there have been, what, six NES's there and every single one of them was run into the ground by retarded posts. Let me show you what I mean.
This is Never-Ending Story
| Quote: | | Rabid women constantly fondle themselves... And the cucumbers became pickels... While Bill Clinton was having an affare with... The bucktoothed donkey from down the street... Also known as YOUR MOTHER... |
New Never-Ending Story
| Quote: | | His girlfriend dumped him for... yo mamma... who had a goatee... nine months later he died... and went to HFIL... And fought Freiza and Cell... |
Themed Never-Ending Story. Theme: Missing
| Quote: | | The power whent out and the hotel whent black, he... started to read the endless piles of lolicon in the basement. That's when he felt a chill go down his back, somthing was coming...Somthing evil...Something-... unexplainable. The shadow closed in and when it was right behind him, he said:... "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air."... |
And there you have it. Kuh-rap. So, since I am such a genius I have decided to host a journal version of the NES so I can moderate it and make sure crappy posts don't go unchecked. I can edit, or delete any post if I think it sucks, so  . Hopefully I won't have to do this often.
Remember, this story doesn't necessarily need to be "serious," just refrain from random crappy posts. There is no word limit. And finally, this is a NEVER-ENDING story. No suddenly ending the story. Here we go...
Devon Cage woke up early in the morning, rubbing his eyes gingerly.
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Lyhn Sohler
Uhh, wait, what?
Joined: 13 Mar 2006
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Location: Waterloo, Ontario, the suckadiliest place in Canadia, eh
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 3:52 pm Post subject: |
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| He hopped out of his lumpy, torn mattress onto his moldy, nail-ridden wooden floor. Yawning loudly, he placed empty wonderbread bags on his feet as makeshift shoes and tied them with rubber bands. Devon was a poor boy living alone in the city of |
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LongeBane
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:06 pm Post subject: Re: The Totally Moderateable Never-Ending Story |
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| Quote: | Serious Never-Ending Story
| Quote: | | It was inevitable that clawing away at this grandouse meal full of ravenous and excruciating beans which I bought with what little money my dear father who passed away from a very sad fate has given me, would cause me to go into a round of explosive diarrhea, which had the unexpected consequence of delaying me from reaching my extremely urgent, and serious flight on time... |
And there you have it. Kuh-rap. |
How is that crap? That's one of the most detailed and well explained excerps of all never ending story excerps. Your decision to quote me as an example of crap offends me. |
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TwinHamster
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:09 pm Post subject: Re: The Totally Moderateable Never-Ending Story |
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| Quote: | | Quote: | Serious Never-Ending Story
| Quote: | | It was inevitable that clawing away at this grandouse meal full of ravenous and excruciating beans which I bought with what little money my dear father who passed away from a very sad fate has given me, would cause me to go into a round of explosive diarrhea, which had the unexpected consequence of delaying me from reaching my extremely urgent, and serious flight on time... |
And there you have it. Kuh-rap. |
How is that crap? That's one of the most detailed and well explained excerps of all never ending story excerps. Your decision to quote me as an example of crap offends me. |
Well...Seeing as you're talking about poo in the story, Val doesn't seem to judging your post; rather, he's pointing out that there is literally 'Kuh-rap' in the story. |
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LongeBane
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:44 pm Post subject: |
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Um, no. I'm pretty sure he was degrading my story.
| Quote: | | But there have been, what, six NES's there and every single one of them was run into the ground by retarded posts. Let me show you what I mean. |
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Valigarmander
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:09 pm Post subject: |
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| It's not that I didn't like the post, it's just that it seemed a bit out of place in a "serious" NES. You're right, it was a lot more descriptive than the other crap that ran the storyboards into the ground. I was worried when I picked that excerpt that you might get ofended, but I needed a quote from the serious NES. I guess. Sorry. |
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LongeBane
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:41 pm Post subject: |
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I don't see how you should be the one who moderates and decides if a post "sucks" or not. You are after all, one of the main people who post retarded lines in the never ending story threads.
| Quote: | | Meaning he fucked his mother. |
Why don't I just break into people's houses, and then a week later decide to be the head of the police force. |
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Valigarmander
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| Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:04 pm Post subject: |
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| Quote: | | You are after all, one of the main people who post retarded lines in the never ending story threads. |
True... But I figured I'd do this moderateable NES if no one else was going to. And I didn't say your post sucked, I just didn't think it was very "serious" in a serious NES. ...Okay, I did say "kuh-rap," but that wasn't just aimed at yours, it was shot at everyones, even my random crap. Bah.
Now you've made me feel bad. Let's make up and be friends.
BACK ON SUBJECT...
Devon was a poor boy living in the city of Lucina. His mom and dad were deceased. His only living relative, a distant cousin, lived in a far off land as a traveling merchant. The two had little contact. He walked out of his home and was hit by the acrid smell of |
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