Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Grim327]

I finally get to the top of the mall, "Hey guys, what did I miss?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"The same goes for all of us. You've been here before, I haven't. And some limbless dude is holding a grudge against me and fantasising about robot murder."

 

[Saltarius]

"Something just ate a mystery woman. The G-Man himself sounds worried about it, Suddenly I'm not so sure if the mall is keeping us in, ro that thing out."

 

[Grim327]

"So a lot of shit went down and I missed it. Well fuck, I didn't get to have fun today."

 

[Saltarius]

"It's...just a nickname I guess. It's easier to hate something when you attach a face to it, y'know?"

 

[Saltarius]

"So...who wants to check on the liquid nitrogen canister?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Bagsy not me."

 

[Grim327]

"You know, we should have doused Eric in liquid nitrogen, I bet he would shut the hell up then."

 

[Grim327]

"I'll get the stuff to make smores!"

 

[Saltarius]

"And he'd still be alive. Maybe there's a little bit left somewhere in the mall."

I activate the suit and boost slightly off the ground "Let's start looking."

OOC: Do I seem a little too much like Iron Man?

 

[Paddy the Second]

I light the pile of wood with Pimpbastard.

 

[Grim327]

I bring back the stuff to make smores.

OOC: No, you don't have laser guns and rockets.

 

[Saltarius]

OOC: Yet.

"Smores, then the liquid nitrogen."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Once upon a time there was a douchebag, and he got hella pissed at an innocent for 'stealing his sword' or some inane reason, and then he got all his limbs cut off but he still persisted in his grudge, imagining himself to be a fully limbed hero with a battle robot. Some say he still haunts this mall, babbling insane bullshit."

 

[Knife-28]

I yawn, and find myself in the back of a van. "Huh, that's...different." I mutter, before exiting the van and looking around.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Based on a true story."

 

[Grim327]

"Bravo, bravo!! Tell another one!!"

 

[Saltarius]

"So, there was once a man called Henderson. Jeremiah Henderson. One night he goes off into the woods, looking for his dog, Arbor. He'd heard Arbor barking a few minutes ago and was getting worried."

I lean closer in to better convey the building dread. "Henderson looks for a few hours, and it gets pretty dark, until he sees a vague humanoid shape in the distance. He calls out to it saying, 'You seen a dog?' The figure turns it's head towards him. The moon reflects on it's face. Or rather, the lack of one."

 

[Grim327]

I stare at Salt with a puzzled look. "That didn't make any sense. That was probably the worst horror story. Of all time."

"I then look at Tox, great story bro."

 

[Saltarius]

"Then everyone listening to Salt was eaten by fucking shoggoths, the end."

I walk away and start looking for the damn liquid nitrogen.