Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Captain Anon]

"you'll get one hell of a headache if you keep doing you know?" he said as salt hits his head on the wall

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Hey, Salt... uh, whatcha doin'?"

 

[Captain Anon]

"i think he's trying to make a hole in the wall or his head"

 

[Viking Incognito]

Viking staggered back in supprise.

"Who tha' fuck was that? The guy who said we're lost?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Oh, that guy. He's the Narrator. Don't talk about him. It's bad for the Fourth Wall."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I wake in a cockpit.
"Oh for fucks sa-you know what I'm done with this shit."
I parachute out of the window, executing a flawless swan dive and land in another plane.
"...fuck."
Viking is crushed by a Boeing 747, which then explodes, immolating me and his remains.
I respawn.

 

[Viking Incognito]

*Respawn*

"MOTHA FUCKAH!"

*crack's sigma's head open with sack of frozen cabbages*

 

[Sigma Castell]

I duck under the sack and take a step back.
"Dude, calm down. It was an accident. Anyway, you respawned."
I hand him a smoothie.
"I'm Sigma; Chef, Psychotherapist and all-round nice chap."

 

[Viking Incognito]

I smile the awkward "I know I'm drunk and I don't care because I'm happy" smile and pull out my whiskey/jack flask.

"DAAAAAWWW we're cool man. Have a drink with me!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I flick Sigma's ear.
"Stop crashing planes. Get a damn pilot's license."

 

[Captain Anon]

Viking staggered back in supprise.

"Who tha' fuck was that? The guy who said we're lost?"

"as i said my name is david and yes we are lost but we're sort of settle up camp in a cave"

 

[Captain Anon]

"i have vodka" he said in rubbish Russian accent and hold up two bottles of vodka "anyone want some?"

 

[Captain Anon]

"Oh, that guy. He's the Narrator. Don't talk about him. It's bad for the Fourth Wall."

"i believe he was talking about me the first time" he said taking a shot of vodka.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I make myself an alcohol smoothie. I have no idea how much alcohol is in it.
Probably a lot.
I down the smoothie, then turn to Viking.
"You want one -hic-"

 

[Sigma Castell]

I rub my ear and pout.
"I [i/]have[/i] a pilots liscence. I just never use it."

 

[Saltarius]

"I'm bashing my head against the wall because I fucked up and feel like an idiot. God, can you not perceive anything that's blatantly obvious?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

I pat Salt on the shoulder and hand him an ice pack.
"You don't fuck up [i/]everything[/i] Salt. Everyon messes up occasionaly."

 

[Saltarius]

"I didn't say everything. It's just now that I learn somewhat fucking important information on Sister, I feel like total shit."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I light some DMT.

 

[RaNDM G]

You experience a particularly bad trip, one in which you are swarmed in adorable kittens.