Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
- Thread starter RaNDM G
- Start date
Recommended Videos
OOC: um the others would say otherwise i think, still a very weird but thanks for telling me
The thing falls apart.
"It was a house of cards."
I flick Slash's nose, breaking it because robot bits.
"It was a house of cards."
I flick Slash's nose, breaking it because robot bits.
"Oh. Well, we're currently fighting a giant hand. It's high as fuck, and has wrecked most of the top of the mall. Also, it flooded the lower floors with blood."
I look around.
"Speaking of blood... I should probably get rid of all the stuff from Salt's surgery."
I look around.
"Speaking of blood... I should probably get rid of all the stuff from Salt's surgery."
I start putting Salt's legs in my freezer, which contains both my arms and Knife's leg, as well as bleach, ammonia, sulfuric acid and a lot of coke.
"None, as far as I know."
"None, as far as I know."
"Yeah..."
I grab a can of coke, then shut the freezer. My forearm is surrounded by flames for a second, and I open the can.
"Salt? She's got cyborg legs now. Pretty simple. Want me to do you up, too?"
I grab a can of coke, then shut the freezer. My forearm is surrounded by flames for a second, and I open the can.
"Salt? She's got cyborg legs now. Pretty simple. Want me to do you up, too?"
"Oh, thought she got a gender change. Guess that makes more sense when I think about it. ...Wasn't she a 'he' last time I was around you nutjobs?"
I calmly bring out a fire extinguisher and put out the flames, also filling Trilby's can with foam.
"Eh.... why not? Not like anything can go wrong anyway."
I calmly bring out a fire extinguisher and put out the flames, also filling Trilby's can with foam.
"Eh.... why not? Not like anything can go wrong anyway."
"Nah, I blasted her with the staff of genderswapping a while ago. And... yeah, pretty sure she was."
I look down at my foam-covered arm.
"Dude why."
I grin, then grab my blood-soaked cleaver.
"So, whadda ya want?"
I indicate my array of home-made cyborg parts, including arms, legs, eyes, torsos and dicks.
I look down at my foam-covered arm.
"Dude why."
I grin, then grab my blood-soaked cleaver.
"So, whadda ya want?"
I indicate my array of home-made cyborg parts, including arms, legs, eyes, torsos and dicks.
"I wasn't on fire. My left arm has small vents that spray out flammable gas, and a pilot light, built in. It's totally safe."
I sharpen the cleaver. "Well, none of the rest of us have had complications from being hacked up by me in a bloody workshop. So, probably."
I hand Slash a magazine.
"Lie on the blood-soaked workbench and read this."
I sharpen the cleaver. "Well, none of the rest of us have had complications from being hacked up by me in a bloody workshop. So, probably."
I hand Slash a magazine.
"Lie on the blood-soaked workbench and read this."
My disembodied head is projected from the magazine.
"Dude I'm trying to take a shower close the door yo."
The magazine self-combusts.
"Dude I'm trying to take a shower close the door yo."
The magazine self-combusts.
"No, dude. The only porn I read is Attractive Victorian Ladies magazine. That's just some shitty magazine I grabbed while looting a store."
I blink when it catches fire.
"Riiiight... I'd get another one if I were you. You're gonna need it."
I begin hacking into Slashy's upper thighs with the cleaver.
"So, how've things been?"
I blink when it catches fire.
"Riiiight... I'd get another one if I were you. You're gonna need it."
I begin hacking into Slashy's upper thighs with the cleaver.
"So, how've things been?"