Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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One of the figures closes the comms channel with Zombie and spins his hands, the others in the room are sliced open and fall into chunks. "What did you hope to achieve little mage?" I grin. "Oh you know, excitement, adventure, really wild things." I cut myself free of my bonds. "A fight with you will start that off just fine." He laughs, it's weird, echoes from nowhere. "What could your feeble weapons possibly do to me?" I twirl Peake "Oh you know, death of the mind and body, total annihilation of the soul, that kind of thing." He claps his hands. My entire body becomes bound in some kind of rope, only just leaving my face exposed. "Very comfy." He shoots me. My lifeless body collapses to the floor just as Zombie and Salt enter. He cuts them open too. He lifts my corpse and carries me out, detonating some explosives, destroying the base. I still sense all of this, my consciousness is still trapped in my body as he drags it deeper into the forest.
None of this happens, because it didn't make any sense. I ask Paddy again.
"What were you doing in the desert?"
"What were you doing in the desert?"
"I don't know why but Paddy seems to be hallucinating. And we're questioning Paddy." I click my fingers.
"Answer the fucking questions."
"Answer the fucking questions."
"Salt, go stand outside." I slap Paddy with the back of my hand. Hard enough to sting, but soft enough so not to bruise.
I'm dragged to a ditch in the middle of a forest clearing, and thrown into it. I try to move, or cry out. But I can't. Because I'm dead. Dirt begins being shoveled into the ditch, slowly covering my body, I look for something, anything I can do. But I can only move my eyes, and think. This is what I think:
"FUCKSHITBASTARDCUNTTWATARSEMOTHERFUCKERTITTYSHITTINGSONOFABITHWHORESKANK."
Dirt covers my eyes. Now all I can do is think. (See above.) I meditate.
((See you on August 22nd you wankstains.))
"FUCKSHITBASTARDCUNTTWATARSEMOTHERFUCKERTITTYSHITTINGSONOFABITHWHORESKANK."
Dirt covers my eyes. Now all I can do is think. (See above.) I meditate.
((See you on August 22nd you wankstains.))
"Okay fuck this, John, go bury him." The events in the previous post happen or something. I go back to the office, to relax.
"Okay, have fun with that, spaced out fucktard. Jesus Christ, everyone here is either brain dead or stupid as all hell!" I fall asleep at my desk, and fly around Prospit to calm myself.
I pick Trilby and his Nega up in my Helicopter.
"So. Plot's on hold it seems. What should we do?"
"So. Plot's on hold it seems. What should we do?"
