I bugger off to sleep, activating my suit's autonomous defenses for my slumber. I dream crazy shit bro. And whatever the hell is in my head isn't helping.
I dream vividly of someone getting tossed by a green asshole in a Cairo overcoat. I panic and rush to a hospital ward, trying to restrain a mad patient before tossing him off a cliff. I return to the green overcoated man and brandish my revolver. I then realize it has no bullets. Panicking, I chuck the gun at his head as I prepare another weapon quickly. He responds with...a flash of light. Oh? What's this little light on my che-oh shit. I can barely react before I'm riddled with bullets.
To be honest, things only get worse as this Lord English fucker messes with my dreams.
I rip into it with the same spirit of a child on christmas day, sending metal chunks flying everywhere, one of them hitting Salt in the back of the head. Removing it's metal enclosure, I gaze upon......
"A shiny rock?! My favourite kind!" I put it around my neck and walk over to Ryan. "'Sup, I'm Paddy. I use magic and swear a lot. Welcome to the mall."
"Huh."
I pick it up, and decide to test it on the nearby Salt, firing a blast of pure music at him, which blasts him into a wall and ruptures most of his internal organs.
I wake up and see the opened box. "Oh, god damn it!" I inspect the necklace. "Looks pretty.... I like rubies... Can I have it?" I notice the new guy. "Oh hi. I'm Zombie. The ultimate badass. I'm the best in actual fighting. As you can tell, Paddy is the magician, and Salt is the suit building, technology guy. Knife is the one that hardly ever shows up.[sub] PlusIhaveademonswordthatleechesthelifeofthoseitdrawsthebloodof.[/sub]" *Cough*.
"You only have that sword because I repeatedly murdered it's previous owner and let you have it because of my far superior sword. And no, this shit's mine. It's probably magic or something."
"Yeah right. I earned this sword. I gave it my blood. You tried to change it! Raven does not allow that! Plus, I was part of murdering Eric. Course that made him angry. Anyway, Peake certainly seems weak! Sorry. Had to. I reckon your sword's on par with mine though."
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