forum Welcome To Notebook (Vale) (How Do I Say Welcome To Nightvale, But With Notebook?)

Started March 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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It was last night. I don't have contact with them for another day…

…Oh no.
They need to be sent into the security zone. Now. Before they can be sucked.

They've been abducted. Their brain is now non-existent.

Such a shame, I shall tell the demons that we need to mourn. Anyhow, do not consume any egg products, they have been turned into writhering maggots.

Thank you for the warning, dear Logan. I must go check the eggs I just bought.

Okay dear listener, I will be hanging up now. Me and a writing block demon are making brownies in a few minutes.

Calling in
I hear that andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) is raising the Premium prices to pay for the removal of the invisible butterflies that sometimes cover the screens. Is that normal?

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Oh! Yes, it is. Ah shoot, I got blood from my desk and my hands on my laptop. Wait a moment.

Calling in
In response to the last caller, can we please, please, please not mention the invisible butterflies? I'm pretty sure they know when we talk about them and I hate when they swarm in response. I don't know what about talking about them seems to conjure them up or lure them closer, but I've had my fair share of butterfly smothering for the week.

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Of course we won't talk about them!
What were we talking about anyhow?
Anyways! Is there anything else you would like to share to our community @andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) ?

Calling in

I tried to run away from Notevale for the safety of the neighboring rival town of plotfactory.com, but the forums were a desert and the server connection had a personal vendetta against writers who breath and intend to use the internet, so I have returned, exhausted and forlorn, to whence I came.

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Oh dear listener, I know. I'm one of the lucky few who can go to another writing site and not be taken down by the demons. I sold my soul for it, bbut it's fine.

Hello dear readers!
I have arrived yet again.
As usual, please refrain from looking at the glowing eyes that haunt the forums and remember, the music forum does not exist.
Do not, and I repeat, do not talk to the sludge monster on the rudeness chat.

Calling in

It is still okay to look at Charles the floating eyeball and guardian of Altir City, right?

Click.

Of course, tell him he still owes me thirty dollars, he lost a game of poker to me.

Yeah I’ll tell him. I think he’s underneath my bed right now and hidden in the carpet. I can’t seem to find him.

Perfect! He can't weasel his way out of this one!

I'm going to take a bit of time out of our usual broadcasting time to talk about Fair Emily, I haven't seen her in a few days, but when I last saw her we listened to Heathers for about an hour and fangirled over a new musical. Did you know her hair glistens in the sunlight of our theatre window, it's magical.