Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Paddy the Second]

"OH BOY!" I arm myself like Spike Spiegel in Toys in the Attic and kick open a vent shaft. "Let's show this fucker who's boss!"

 

[Saltarius]

"Guys, don't worry. They never kill the handicapped guy."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Didn't the wheelchair kid die in that one Nightmare on Elm Street?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

"HELL YEA"
I grab a flamer and motion tracker.

 

[Saltarius]

"But the wheelchair guy in Alien 3 made it out."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I've never actually seen any Nightmare on Elm Street or an Alien beyond the first. Whatever."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"He did, I killed him."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Oh, are we doing phonetic accents now? Okay..."
I cough slightly.
"Ye's 're aw a bunch a' fuck'n morons!"

The Xenomorph kills the handicapped guy.
Which, luckily for Salt, is a one-armed janitor.
This time.

 

[Saltarius]

"Granted, another guy died to save him. Even though he didn't need to. The point is, we're fine."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I stopped caring about this conversation." I draw a rapier and leap into the ventilation system.

 

[Sigma Castell]

The xenomorph drops down behind Salt and tears his arm off. He then proceeds to furiously mate with it.

 

[Saltarius]

I follow Paddy. My thoughts return.

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[ShindoL Shill]

"What in the buttsex..."

 

[Saltarius]

"Resist...primal urges...you have a Xenomorph to kill..."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I slap Salt.
"Stop it, It's getting creepy now."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Aw dangit, it's outside!" My voice echoes from the grilles.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Also, the Xenomorph is fucking your arm..."

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, this has been completely pointless."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I fall from a pipe attached to a ceiling and land rapier point first on the xenomorph's head.

 

[Saltarius]

I fall out from the vent.

"Did we get it?"