Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"Pfft-Hahahaha! I haven't been near a bath in months! Nor have I had any sort of flavoring for my meals. It's a shame. Now, I don't think the two go well together, but that's just me. Anyway, lets go kill us a mob boss!" I pull out Ravens Razor, and a peculiar revolver I found. Actually the only thing peculiar about it, is the fact that it's gold. I always wanted to be a James Bond villain.
What is now the Midnight Crew slinks and slithers it's way across the streets of Gashog 2. Individuals are met, some are slain. Finally, the party comes to a seemingly legitimate company. A group of seven or so shadowy figures stand huddled in a room on the thrid floor.
Subtltety was never the style of Saltarius 'Spades Slick'. I burst into the building firing wildly at any late-night employees.
"WHERE IS HE? I WANT NAMES! I WANT NUMBERS! I WANT HIS HEAD ON A FUCKING PIKE!" I yell to the rest of the Midnight Crew.
Subtltety was never the style of Saltarius 'Spades Slick'. I burst into the building firing wildly at any late-night employees.
"WHERE IS HE? I WANT NAMES! I WANT NUMBERS! I WANT HIS HEAD ON A FUCKING PIKE!" I yell to the rest of the Midnight Crew.
Meanwhile, a shadow flickers from the ventilation shaft. I jump onto the soldiers, and slice off their faces, as per usual. I stick them in my bag, considering I'm very proud of my collection. I fire my revolver at the final guard alive. Shame that the bullet ruined the face. I decide to reuse anyway, and plunge my knife in, pulling the bullet out. I stick it back in my gun. I never questioned how it worked. I pick up a folder and storm into the main room. I throw the folder to Salt. "Here's your answers!"
I turn my blender up to beyond the legal limit and stick it in some guys face.
"ALRIGHT BITCHES GIVE ME ALL YOUR SHOES!"
"ALRIGHT BITCHES GIVE ME ALL YOUR SHOES!"
"Alright boys, whadda we got here...business transactions...legitimate banks...here it is. Ringleader of those fucknubs is...oh. Oh yeah that explains everything. Says here it's Tlas. Further members of the gang include Eibmoz, Yddap, Amgis, Cod Moc, Enaid, and Toxxot."
"What...the fuck is Toxxot?"
"What...the fuck is Toxxot?"
"E-Eibmoz?" I snap out of my madness for a moment. I fall to my knees and clasp my head. The dark void fills my eyes again. I get back up after a second or two. "God...God damn it. I thought I remembered something... But anyway, maybe you read it wrong!? Maybe it's Xot and Tox!" I resume to my current state.
"Yeah there's something seriously wrong with Zombie. Also Yddap couldn't be in a gang. All he does is cry. Literally. It never stops."
"Dude Tox has been comatose since we killed FLUTHLU. And Xot...dude he's like Casper the motherfucking Friendly Ghost. He can't do shit, much less run a mob operation. As for Amgis, did I stutter when I read it? Like I said, we get to the third floor and we kill some bitches."
I storm off and find a laptop with a dead agent next to it. There seemed to have been an exchange between him and another worker. It explains how we fell for their trap, leading us off the trail. I let out a sigh of relief, though I'm not sure why. I show the others. "Looook what I found!" The bullet misses. "Heeheeheeeheeeehoohoohoo! Tough luck dear! Catch to kill!" My famous catchphrase. I grab Diane by the throat and pull out my golden revolver. "Now, will you catch, or will you be killed?" The bullet fires in the direction of her skull.
I look at the others.
"Guys, you alright? You're acting a bit strange. I mean, is it usual for Zombie to slice faces off?"
"Guys, you alright? You're acting a bit strange. I mean, is it usual for Zombie to slice faces off?"
"Mhm. Still, we have to continue onwards. I'm not taking lone wolf bullshit from anyone. We're going up, as the Midnight Crew."
Sudden a short volley of bullets barely misses me, yet makes an ungentlemanly hole in my fedora.
"Diane, for that, Sigma is now Clubs Deuce. And you, are on the Midnight Crew's shit list."
I make an I-see-you motion to Diane as we head up the stairs.
Sudden a short volley of bullets barely misses me, yet makes an ungentlemanly hole in my fedora.
"Diane, for that, Sigma is now Clubs Deuce. And you, are on the Midnight Crew's shit list."
I make an I-see-you motion to Diane as we head up the stairs.