Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"I figured you'd prefer the shadows. Be wary, that thing doesn't have the actual 'invisiblity' part of the suit. So you're going to have to stick with the infared vision and thermal detectors to see what's lurking around down there."

I then craft a scope for my revolver, now perched faithfully on my right arm, the scope coming over my right eye and zooming when necessary.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Meh. The invisibility just meant I couldn't see how awesome I look. "

 

[RaNDM G]

"I don't think you need to worry about ammo for now. Those rounds have thermite charges in them. They pack a hell of a punch."

For anyone not in the know, this is what thermite does.


Imagine being shot and having sparks and flames burst through you. Not a pretty sight. If

FLUTHLU

could be scared of any conventional weapon, it would be this.

 

[Saltarius]

"Yes, because a creature from beyond the stars that gives less shits than a drunk honey badger is terrfied of my little revlover. We're fryin the bastard anyway, so let's get moving. I'm ready for the respawn when you are...Wait, do we keep our gear?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Anything you have now, you can take with you. You might not need everything though. There shouldn't be anything down there you can't handle."

Xot hits the force respawn button. The Mall fighters are now separated.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you. Watch yourselves."

This is where I need a little creativity on your part. Since each sub-basement is radically different from the next, give a basic description of the environment you're in. No need to write a short novel. Just give enough info for the rest of the fighters to get a picture of where you are.

The goal of each individual is simply to find an exit and regroup with the others near the core.

 

[Saltarius]

The mall shifts in a bright flash of light as I appear to respawn in an empty subrban neighborhood, sans the kids playing, fathers grilling in the summer heat, and other normal neighborhood things. I immediately prepare myself as an unusually cold wind blow throughout me, even through the generally warm suit. I raise my right arm, the revolver pointing outwards as I steady it with my left arm, allowing the scope to fall over my eye.

"Who the hell's there?"

Out of the woods surrounding the neighborhood crawls out a honey badger. I already know how batshit crazy these sub-basements are so I train the sight on it already, before it even looks at me. Out of the woods comes another honey badger. And another. And another. Roughly twenty of the bastards mange their way out of the woods and finally notice the man in bulky armor training a gun on one of their buddies.

A wave of the furry little bastards flows towards me as I see a pile of carved up human bodies in the woods, where the badgers once were.

"There goes the neighborhood." I say as I start to battle the fuckers.

 

[Grim327]

Spoiler: OOC

Just to be clear, we can have the armor that Salt made us look like whatever we want?

 

[Saltarius]

OOC: I don't care, I never said anything specific, and I doubt that GM is going to have an issue because unlike the mechs, these are meant to support single people. That and I've been faithufully using one for 25% of this RP.

 

[RaNDM G]

OOC: Any makeshift armor is fine with me. If you can find it in a Mall, you can use it.

 

[Saltarius]

For the most part, luck is on my side because the suit weighs about 300 lbs. and increases my strength enough to easily lift about seventy more pounds than I normally can. Unfortuneately, as most of the internet knows, honey badgers literally give no shits about anything, and will even come back from the dead to finish the job. I attempt to grab and peel off the bastards who are scurrying my up my suit and trying to scratch my armored face as I stomp down on the ones at my feet, killing maybe three of the twenty.

I decide screw it and run for my goddamn life, the badgers following. As I run I make haphazard shots with my revolver, knocking off one or two of them with each shot, blowing enough of their body apart ot make sure if they give Death the middle finger, the can't make it to kill me.

Eventually after about thirty feet or so of running, I come to the literal end of the neighborhood, a cliff that ends the side walk abruptly. Getting an idea, I grab a garter snake that somehow managed to survive the ruling gang of honey badgers. I wait for the furry beasts to catch up to me, as I throw the bait over the edge of the cliff, all of them luckily diving after it. As the group drops, I peer over the edge and see the drop goes about seven-hundred feet, strange given this is a sub-basement floor, but we met Christopher Walken in one of these yesterday so I'm not surprised.

"Now, to find that damn exit.'

 

[Grim327]

After the transportation was complete, I made sure my armor was still intact. The all-black armor with its pointy shoulders was still in good condition. I took off the helmet and carved a crude skull face into the blast shield with my scythe. After completing that little ordeal, I finally took a good look at my surroundings and saw I was in the most cliche place I could be in. . . a moon-lit graveyard. "Well damn, either I have shitty luck or this mall likes fucking with me." I then see zombies coming over the hill and out of the ground; some of them looked like us, "Oh come the hell on. [sub] I hate this mall [/sub] And I forgot the lyrics to Thriller. I have real shitty luck." I then get ready to start slicing through the hordes.

 

[RaNDM G]

Xot looks on in sheer horror at Grim's predicament. This is not going to end well.

A man in a red suit approaches, the leader of the undead. The crowd surrounds Grim.

 

[Saltarius]

Xot looks on in sheer horror at Grim's predicament. This is not going to end well.

A man in a red suit approaches, the leader of the undead. The crowd surrounds Grim.

OOC: GM, you are officialy the greatest person ever. No question.

 

[Grim327]

I watch as the zombies dance and sing, "I seriously hate this damn mall." I then get to work cutting the heads off of each zombie making sure the leader was the last one so he could keep them busy. After killing all but the leader, I walk up to him, look him dead in the eyes and say "It's time to put the nail in the coffin." I then lift up my nail gun and blast the leader right between the eyes. My next order of business was to find an exit.

Spoiler: OOC

Where the hell did you find it in that language? And what language is that?!

 

[RaNDM G]

Dude, you just killed Indian Michael Jackson.

I mean... Come on.

Who does that?

 

[Saltarius]

"Even for a sub-basement, why does this place have to be so damn big?"

The now-empty neighborhood surrounded me, the bright sun still beating down up my armored body as I looked around for an exit. I figure that the mall had to have some influence over the badgers and made them territorially protect the exit. So I hoped.

I used my rocket boosters to go back to where I had started, seeing once more the carved up bodies of the neighborhood families. Trying to ignore the macabre sight, I flipped the bodies over one by one to see a trapdoor like exit beneath them, marked 'EXIT' in bright red.

"Least' it's clear about it."

I hop in and enter what I presume to be the core Xot spoke of and wait for the rest of the Fighters.

Beside me is Grim, also a fresh arrival. Blood is spattered all over his armor, as he looks onward at the core.

"Dude, you look like you just had a thriller night."

 

[Grim327]

"Ya well, he isn't as good as the original. Besides, he could have possibly tried and bite me." I then walk over to a tomb, and open the door finding the exit. I walk in and notice Salt standing nearby, "Hey Salt. Glad to see you made it."

 

[RaNDM G]

"So now we're just waiting on Paddy, Knife, Tox, and Waffles. If they don't show up in an hour, we'll have to go ahead. We don't have much time."

 

[Knife-28]

Having succeded in my search for a space suit (The one from Dead Space no less) I suddenly find myself in one of the sub-basments. The sub-basment has no gravity, and as I float around a maze of industrial corradors, my motion tracker starts picking up movment. I quicken my pace, and rest a hand on the hilt on one of my tanto for reasurance.

 

[Connor Lonske]

Tox wakes up inside a small one room cabin on a wooden floor. The cabin is old, worn and dirty but lit up pretty well. There is a letter on the desk and a door leading outside.