Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"All while an 8-year old watches. God I love Game of Thrones. Oh, and then she makes said brother push said kid out the window a few hundred feet."

 

[Knife-28]

I begrudgingly lead this unruley procession after the cube, while Knife wacks Miniman over the head with the fender of his Warthog and rightly so, after all that vehicle has seen him through many a universe so he's bound to be pissed that it's just been blown to smitherines.

 

[Saltarius]

"So did we get it yet?"

 

[RaNDM G]

You barely drove thirty feet.

 

[Saltarius]

"I'M BLIND ASSHOLE, DO I LOOK LIKE I SEE THESE THINGS!?"

 

[RaNDM G]

How should I know? I am only the narrator.

 

[Saltarius]

"DO YOU NOT SEE THE ACID SCARRED EYES?"

 

[RaNDM G]

I don't even have eyes.

 

[Saltarius]

"...I'm calling it. He's the final boss."

 

[RaNDM G]

Not even close.

 

[Saltarius]

"What then, a total author avatar self-insert?"

 

[RaNDM G]

No.

 

[Saltarius]

"Thanos?"

 

[RaNDM G]

No.

 

[Saltarius]

"Ourselves?"

 

[RaNDM G]

I can keep jerking you around all eternity. Unfortunately, we do not have the time.

Let's get this show moving.

 

[Saltarius]

I sit around, being useless.

"Can I get a walking stick or like a cane sword? Otherwise I'm fumbling in the dark and I seriously don't want to accidentally touch people."

 

[RaNDM G]

A walking stick falls from the sky, smacking your head on the way down.

 

[Saltarius]

"Alright. Bitching. Now where in the fuck am I going..."

 

[Knife-28]

"Where ever this freaking cube is going apparently."