Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[ShindoL Shill]

I slide Paddy's foot off my crotch-spike.
"Yeah, I planned for that."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Clever. My knife boots were crafted a long time ago." I pimpslap him into a wall.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X begins a quest for more booze

 

[ShindoL Shill]

X's quest fails because I stole all the booze.
I offer X some booze.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I continue dancing like a maniac.
OOC: will someone PLEASE tell me how to insert pics and videos?

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X takes the booze, downs it in ten seconds, and falls down unconscious

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[#img] image url [/#img] without the # for images.

 

[Saltarius]

"So. Who do you reckon they got to be our pilot? Probably someone I'm going to hate and end up killing."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Salt hears shitty dubstep in his head

"does that answer you?" as X starts getting up again

 

[Saltarius]

OOC: Ryan. You can't do these things unless you're the GM. And all dubstep is shitty.

I proceed to finally dispose of the corpses of the Felt members we killed a few days ago. And by that, I mean I push them out a window into a messy heap outside.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: dubstep is always shitty, agreed... and sorry

X wanders outside and gathers the corpses in a pile

 

[MinimanZombie]

"AARGH!" I command one of my robo cleaners to ROBO-SLAP Salt. "One does not, dispose of the corpses! I implemented robotic skeletons! They could dance and they livened up the place!" I sigh as I decide to leave it alone. "Whatever. Lets forget about it for now."

 

[Saltarius]

"I just detest the sight of those green assholes and their...Felt-ness. Anyways, we've got to figure some things out. Paddy, can you just OD and see way the hell in the future for us? I need to see the year 2099."

 

[RaNDM G]

OOC: Ryan. You can't do these things unless you're the GM. And all dubstep is shitty.

OOC: dubstep is always shitty, agreed... and sorry

Guys.

Guys.

Guys.

Do you like...

Dubstep?

 

[Saltarius]

The resounding shittiness of the song reverberates around the mansion. The foundation shakes as the terrible drops grow louder and louder. Salt drops to the floor and begins spasming, foaming at the mouth. His fatal weakness is once more exploited.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I inject Salt with emergency smoothie.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X begins lighting the pile on fire

 

[RaNDM G]

The fire pile doesn't stop from getting taller.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X watches the fire with confusion

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I watch the fire with happiness, and throw some vodka at it.