"Five light years? That's a long fucking time. Surely we'll be dead before... How fast are we moving, or are we even aging? We still have so many questions!" I say, getting slightly agitated.
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"Well then Mr Cryptic, I'm off to go craft a suit half as badass as my old one was. Have fun with your guardians bullshit."
I do just that, finally coming to the critical moment of attaching my trusty revolver, until I realize finally that it's been out of ammo for a day.
"Anyone know a good place to get some thermite charges?"
I do just that, finally coming to the critical moment of attaching my trusty revolver, until I realize finally that it's been out of ammo for a day.
"Anyone know a good place to get some thermite charges?"
"No idea. Maybe you can make some." I decide to get a dark brown trench coat, and wear it on top of my suit. I then put on a fedora of a matching colour. I then coat most of my weapons in a new layer of poison, including the bullets for my two built in 357s. However, I don't coat RR, for fear it may ruin it somehow.
"I will infinitely regret saying this but...we have to trust Xot."
I currently say fark it with the charges and settle for ordinary revolver rounds that I manage to craft with pure, unadulterated skill.
I spend the rest of my time gazing longingly into the comics shop, waiting for the day that will never come.
Batman #10.
I currently say fark it with the charges and settle for ordinary revolver rounds that I manage to craft with pure, unadulterated skill.
I spend the rest of my time gazing longingly into the comics shop, waiting for the day that will never come.
Batman #10.
"Xot, you don't understand. I have been waiting on Snyder's strip tease of who the master of the Court is since issue #2. All I have is Animal Man and Swamp Thing."
I decide to work on my most unpredictable weapon yet. This shit is going to run on a tight battery and might end up draining it in one go. The blast itself my knock me back a few feet. But hopefully it'll be worth it.
The Optic Blast, ladies and gentlemen.
I decide to work on my most unpredictable weapon yet. This shit is going to run on a tight battery and might end up draining it in one go. The blast itself my knock me back a few feet. But hopefully it'll be worth it.
The Optic Blast, ladies and gentlemen.
"Eh... I've seen better. Seems like your trying to be Cyclopes and Iron mans baby right now. Plus, doesn't seem that useful. I mean, it blows you away. Doesn't seem useful at all."
"I get the feeling some days that I was a rejected Marvel villain idea that somehow escaped the 2-D plane and became a ordinary person. And that this mall is my origin story. That's ridiculous tho-"
I spy in the comic shop "MALL FIGHT ISSUE #3- ERIC WRECKS SHIT."
I promptly throw a desk through the door and grab that shit up.
I spy in the comic shop "MALL FIGHT ISSUE #3- ERIC WRECKS SHIT."
I promptly throw a desk through the door and grab that shit up.
I look at the comic. "Oh look, here's me beating the shit out of Trilby, by ramming his head through a TV. Good times... Plus, we both beat the shit out of Eric. I feel I'm not getting much credit for stuff we both did..."
"It does clearly state on the cover Eric fucks shit up. We were hanging out, being bros and shit and he tried to kill us. And whatever happened to Trilby anyway?"
"Well, I think the last time I saw him, he threw a stale loaf of bread at me. Can't remember seeing him from then."
"Strange. I think I heard about him leaving the mall and getting involved in some senseless clusterfuck event with more people than the mall's ever seen."