Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: THEN START THE DAMN MALL FIGHT 4
THEN EVERYONE WILL COME BACK!

 

[Knife-28]

Efink sees X's makeshift bar, and says to her, "I'd like to point out that as a legally certified barkeep in 57 universes, [sub][sub][sub]and illegally certified in another 23 but that's beside the point,[/sub][/sub][/sub] I should probably be manning this temporary drinking establishment. Also, you should probably sit down, it looks like you could go ass over any minute now, so may I?" He asks.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: Jesus christ sig... play the game and maybe he'll start the next act...

X looks at the Knife clone and says "Sure"

She begins to walk over to sisters bed but collapses unconscious just as she gets there, before she has a chance to do anything to her...

 

[Knife-28]

"Okay then, great!" Efink says, manning the bar and stocking it with several bottles, identifiable or not, retrieved from his jacket.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

The bottles of tequila that were left over turn green inside.

OOC: I can only keep bumping so long people... Seriously throw something at us, for example: Gay Zombie Were-Pirates.

 

[Knife-28]

"That's...defiantly not normal." Efink says, taking one of the tequila bottles and holding it up to the light.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

It's a clear dark green

 

[Sigma Castell]

I explode in a cloud of rage.
and respawn.
"Well, that was interesting. X, I think you've drunk so much of that green shit youve started turning other stuff green. here, let me help."
I take all the bottles and down them.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Sigma hallucinates death and destruction everywhere, himself on fire and everyone around him corpses that were burned moments ago... he feels intense pain as the fire consumes him

Back in the real world X starts to mumble something about green and quietly snores... while sigma falls over unconscious clutching his head, his skin turning red and hot to the touch

 

[Sigma Castell]

I get up clutching my head.
suddenly
"what the hell?..oh shi..."
I dive out of the way.
"Run guys! The gay-space-zombie-ninja-pirates are attacking!"

 

[Knife-28]

"..."
"Huh, that's strange." Efink mutters, stowing the last green bottle in his jacket.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Sigma sees ryan with a bandage over his eyes approaching him in the hell formed around him, the zombies marching behind him "Welcome... sigma? I've been alone far too long, would you like to talk? Don't worry they cant hear us." He pulls a table and some chairs out of seemingly nowhere and motions for him to sit as He sits down and lights a smoke. The zombies turn to shadows and melt into the ground.

X continues to mutter something about the colour green in her sleep
heat blisters apear on sigmas skin as he gets up

OOC: I hope you guys don't mind but I've decided to run a side-adventure in the downtime, GM's not around so... I guess he doesn't mind

 

[RaNDM G]

@Ryan: Go ahead. I'm just waiting for a good point to jump from.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: thanks, I'm just bored out of my skull... what happened to salt anyway?
OOC: unfortunately I need sigma to respond

 

[RaNDM G]

@Ryan: Family Trip. He said he'd be back in July.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: ah, that makes sense.
OOC: All Rp's im in wither and die... /starts crying

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[RaNDM G]

OOC: Please keep all RPs not related to Mall Fight out of the discussion. Don't want to get jinxed after all.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: apologies... keep forgetting that rule, won't happen again

 

[RaNDM G]

[sub]OOC: Not a rule really. Just a request wait why the fuck are we still OOC?[/sub]

Sister yawns and wakes up. That was a very comfy bed of feathers.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: because nobody but us is posting....

Sister sees X passed out beside the bed with a bottle of tequila in hand

OOC: why oh why is nobody but us posting, I saw we spam the thread with inane OOC chatter, WE MUST BUMP... TO INFINITY!!!
OOC: I saw a mudcrab the other day.