Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Paddy the Second]

"I actually don't know what kind of sword Pimpbastard was. But I broke it in half and modded it anyway."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"It's really my kind of place, infinite space, mindless violence, everything I'd ever want for free. If it wasn't for G-Man I'd like to live here."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Random weapon drops, cutting off privileges, eh, I don't know, it just feels right to go after him."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"i'm not even sure, I'm tired, and stoned, and I haven't had a rest since I got here, someone else might be able to tell you more."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"That's a very good idea." ((I'll take you up on it.))

 

[Knife-28]

I exit the lighting store again, a couple of these slung over my shoulder. Nodding to Tox, I climb down into the hole, and set four of the lights onto the ground, and unfold them into these. Setting them at right angles to eachother, I activate the lights and wash the whole are with light. Satisfied they work, I climb back out and go to retrive some spare batterys.

 

[Knife-28]

Having retrived the spare batterys, I borrow Grim's ATV and set off to find the camping supplys store.

 

[Knife-28]

Having obtained a trailer and some of the supplys we need, I head to my next destination, the Aliens Store.

 

[Saltarius]

"We need a game plan guys. We can't just sit on our asses in a barricade, twiddling our thumbs until a shoggoth eats somebody, most likely Eric's frozen torso. We need something. I say we sxrap teh ATV and G-Van and make us...a battle robot."

 

[Saltarius]

"Something along the lines of the Hulkbuster armor. Y'know, like Iron Man used. We get the metal and I can weld it into something useful."

 

[Saltarius]

"Still, who can argue that a goddamn Hulkbuster suit wouldn't help?"

 

[Knife-28]

I arrive back at camp, the trailer behind the ATV piled high with crates of supplys. I park near the hole, and start unloading the crates.

 

[Saltarius]

I recall chucking a canister of liquid nitrogen at Eric, freezing his ass, but keeping him perfectly preserved and alive.

 

[Saltarius]

I retrieve scraps of armor, using pieces of the G-Van's wreckage and sacrificing my own armor, as well as my blade to craft my own robotic battle-suit that is roughly ten feet tall. I install the car's radio and proceed to select the next song for our spelunking trip.

 

[Knife-28]

"Hey Salt, could you give me a hand with some of these crates?" I ask, seeing his new battle suit.

 

[Saltarius]

Suiting up, even I am surprised at the amount of strength the suit wields, easily lifting the crates one handed. "Now, let me just get something else..." I find a nearby convinience store and pillage the flashlight, taking the batteries and making a flashlight lens(?) onto the chest of my suit, making a light source for the sub-basements.

 

[Knife-28]

With Salt's help, all the crates are quickly unloaded and lowered into the hole. Cracking open one of the boxes, I take out two motion trackers and toss one to Salt. "You might want to build that into that armour of yours." I say, checking the charge on the portable lights I set down earlier.

 

[Saltarius]

"Acknowledged and applied." I say, attaching the tracker to the helmet of my suit as a greenish depiction of the mall surrounding me appeared, the rest of the G-Team in red silhouttes.