Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[RaNDM G]

science is one big motherfucking miracle, brother.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Oddly enough, I agree with Gamzee. Like people say; if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.?

 

[Wackymon]

PP began to pester (Whomever salt is)
PP: I say otherwise. I must agree with gamezee and Trilby.

 

[Saltarius]

"Okay, admittedly, meritocracies are a fair bit different than Darwinism. My point remains, those who pose no merit, whether by strength, wisdom, or whatever the hell else, are useless. This doesn't matter until I reach the God Tier. Now let's defeat the goddamn Black King and get this over with."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Death to the monarchy!"

 

[Saltarius]

"AMERRRRIIIIIIIIIICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" I yell as I leap into the portal to the battlefield.

"Wait. That was a really fucking stupid move."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Wait, why are we going after the Black King? We can just go kill underlings and maybe denizens to reach God Tier."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I vomit up 800 Rare Candies.

 

[Saltarius]

"Tril, it's a little too late for that. Besides, we get like a million billion XP for beating the BK. Now get your collective asses through that portal."

"Let's go Dbear."

DBEARSPRITE: Hell no, you do that. Dbear, awayy!!

DBEARSPRITE absconds.

"GEE, I GUESS THAT 'D' STANDS FOR DOUCHE NOW."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I gather the rare candies into a pile, and blend them into a smoothie.

SIGMA got the RARE SMOOTHIE OF CANDY

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Salt, none of us even know our classes or aspects! We're severely underpowered and we still have players outside the Medium. I'm going to go back to LOQAS and kill... whoever my denizen is. Well... after a nap."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Does throwing up Rare Candies remove their effects? Because I don't wanna have to level up again."

 

[Saltarius]

"...Shit. LIBBEERRRRTTYYYY ABSCONDDDDDDD!!"

I do the most American retreat possible back through.

"Yeah we're fucked. I don't even know how the bloody hell we're going to figure out our roles."

 

[Wackymon]

Diane walks up to Salt, wearing the most absurdly frilly dress possible, rediculosly oversized glasses, and a TV remote.
"Hi!"

Meanwhile, in the Land of Music and Metronomes

Diane gets to work on her alchemy binge...

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Well, our Quest Beds indicate our aspects. And our fancy God Tier clothes show us our class. Plus, denizens seem to be decided based on aspect. So, unless we have aspects that haven't appeared in Homestuck, we can work it out from that."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Pehraps vie the medium of...DANCE?"
I do interpretive dance all over the place, tripping over Salts foot and landing on the floor.

 

[Saltarius]

"Right, and my denizen is...oh. Of course. It's fucking Jack."

Jack just kinda looks around.

"It's like killing my brother though. Kind of. Let's just find our quest beds first."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I'mma go face my Denizen."


"Holy shit Rick Dagless." We team up.

 

[Saltarius]

"I have to do this Jack. I'm sorry."

I'm promptly smacked across the face with a hitcher.

"Oh that is fucking it."

I draw The American Way and begin to clash with Jack.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Wahts a Denizen?"