Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[RaNDM G]

Fuck the Jedi. This isn't Star Wars.

And what's all this BS about your sword being demonic anyway?

It is a normal sword in this canon.

It's fine if you get a power boost from it, but you're pretty much overpowered at this point.

 

[MinimanZombie]

[OOC: It was the only way to get Eric and Paddy to stop fighting.]

 

[Paddy the Second]

((It was only semi legendary because of what I did to it.))

 

[RaNDM G]

No, it's still just a sword. You haven't crafted or earned any upgrades yet.

Look, guys, can we have a resolution here before I burst a blood vessel?

 

[RaNDM G]

... You're going to be sitting there for a long time.

 

[Paddy the Second]

((I've left it to Eric to find another sword, but I stopped the fire and electricity powers.))

 

[RaNDM G]

Ugh, fine.

Eric, you can keep your sword. But from now on it will only be a normal sword, and it cannot be upgraded. You have no say in the matter. I will not give you any more options like I did last night.

I hate doing this because we're pretty much friends, but if you keep acting like a dick and going against my back, I'll have to ask you to leave. Are we clear?

 

[Grim327]

"Jesus, you guys are morons." I say looking towards Paddy and Eric. I then look over to the mecha-thingy that Salt is building. "Wouldn't it be better for everyone to have their own giant robot to pilot, considering how well we work together (*I look towards Paddy and Eric*). We could have our own individual robot, and it would probably be easier to drive."

 

[RaNDM G]

I think you're missing the point. It's not about stats or perks. This is about you, Paddy, and me. All three of us had to be present to make sure this was a fair deal, but you went behind my back and convinced other players to essentially extort his half of the sword from him. I want to make it very clear I will not let that sort of thing fly.

Do you understand?

Spoiler: captcha: ticked off

[small]You don't even know, captcha.

You don't even know.[/small]

 

[RaNDM G]

Okay.

I was hoping to keep OOC arguments off the message board, but I figured the situation was severe enough to be fought over here. This is how we learn lessons people.

Now can we get on with the show?

 

[RaNDM G]

Bye then. Thanks for coming. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

 

[Saltarius]

"I can could make this shit even more like Power Rangers where we all have our own Mechas that combine into one huge badass Zord. Let's see, we know only have Paddy, Zombie, Grim, and Me. Making four or so Zords to make. I'll make an extra two for Tox and Knife. And for the record..."

"Mine makes the head. I'm always the head."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I return from my work. My paintballing gloves have been replaced with gauntlets of an unknown material, a sword is sheathed at my back, its hilt festooned with switches and dials. My gas mask hangs around my neck, my eyes are violet, it is unclear whether they were this colour before. "Alright gang. Let's kill us an eldritch monstrosity."