Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Anti-American Eagle]

"what to do, what to do, what to do..."
She starts looking at the control buttons... "nah"

She walks out of the control room, locks the door behind her, heads down to a best buy and starts watching aliens on a plasma screen.

OOC: going to bed now, should be back somewhere inbetween eight and ten hours from now... try not to go 5 or 10 pages without me

 

[Knife-28]

XB: Right.....
XB: Well then, I'ma go look around a bit more.
XB: Take care of yourself Salt.

xeroxBlade[XB] stopped pestering sodiumEngineer[SE]

I float around for a bit, then decide to check out the other tall spires with the spheres on the top.

 

[Saltarius]

sodiumEngineer[SE] began pestering sadistSibling[SS]

SE: Sis
SE: Is there a 'knowing' or something when you find the right bed?
SE: Whatever
SE: More importantly
SE: Tell me about the Negas.

 

[RaNDM G]

SS: Well.
SS: Negas were just players from a parallel universe.
SS: I guess this plane could have a Nega universe too.
SS: I wouldnt know anything about quest beds and such.
SS: I never playd sburb. I dont know what its about.
SS: If its any consilation I don't think it will matter much.

 

[Saltarius]

SE: Whatever
SE: You and Xot came from some alternate mall right?
SE: You're bound to have had Negas.
SE: Tell me all you know. Anyone that stood out?

 

[RaNDM G]

SS: they were all pretty much dicks.
SS: generally if youre a nice guy, your counterpart is a dick
SS: it goes both ways
SS: other than that, havent really met one
SS: all of ours were killed before we ever fought them

 

[Saltarius]

SE: Every little bit helps.
SE: Is Xot still KO
SE: How the fuck is he still out he doesn't have blood to lose
SE: Kick in his ghost nuts
SE: See if it wakes him up.

Sister's words ring in my mind.

It goes both ways.

My mind flashes to all the vile things I've done. Killing Sam. Beating Xot. Ruthlessly attacking Sister. All the graveyards I filled on Gashog 2 alone.

"W-what the hell have I become?"

 

[RaNDM G]

SS: i dunno i thought you were always a jerkoff

 

[Saltarius]

SE: I am not a jerkoff!
SE: All I did was call you yandere ONCE and beat the shit out of you.
SE: I thought we were cool about that.

 

[RaNDM G]

SS: you see this?
SS: this is EXACTLY the thing I am talking about.

 

[Saltarius]

SE: You poked my eyes out and came after us with a chainsaw!
SE: no.
SE: No that doesnt excuse anything.
SE: I have been a dick.
SE: But when I was Spades, the essential ruler of Gashog 2
SE: Everyone was cheering me on to kill more.
SE: Get more powerful.
SE: I have to decide for myself what I want.
SE: Not a faceless 'crew'.
SE: Thanks Sis.
SE: I...I needed this.

 

[RaNDM G]

SS: Uh...

 

[Saltarius]

SE: Just...
SE: Thanks.

sodiumEngineer[SE] ceased pestering sadistSibling[SS]

 

[RaNDM G]

SS: what
SS: the FUCK
SS: just happened?

 

[Saltarius]

YoU jUsT uP aNd BeCaMe HiS MoIrAiL gIrL

 

[Sigma Castell]

I wake up and stretch.
[color="{003366}"]PS: Welp, now we've had our uncomfortable period of self-revelation, can we please do this thing? Afterwards, we can all get counselling sessions for our psycopathy. Some more than others...[/color]
I cough and look at Salt, Zombie and Sis.
[color="{003366}"]PS: Sooooo...which bed is mine?[/color]

 

[Saltarius]

"I dont know. But I've got an inkling on mine."

I leap onto said bed, put my revolver to my temple and squeeze the trigger.

 

[RaNDM G]

Nothing happens.

You begin to think there's a reason why you cannot ascend, even within the parameters of the gaming world. Perhaps someone is playing some kind of cosmic prank on you.

Yes. Yes, that is definitely it. Whoever is responsible will certainly pay in spades once you get your hands on hi-

[i]*BANG!*[/i]

... Oops. Misfire.

You wake up.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"...Well shit"
I glance around at the quest beds.
I take a step ackwards, trip over a pebble, and land on a bed, my blender flying into the air and switching itself on. I dont have time to cover my face before it lands blades-first on my head.

 

[RaNDM G]

The blender bounces off. The spinning blade leaves a very small cut on the bridge of your nose. It barely puts a dent in your hit points.

You look down at the reflective stone surface of the bed. That's going to leave a scar, though you suppose you could say you earned it in a scrape. Surviving a duel with a deadly blender isn't exactly the most heroic story to tell your grand kids.