Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[MinimanZombie]

"Salt, you know we're the best of buds." I put my arm around Salt's shoulders.
"Now come! We have monsters to slay!"

 

[Saltarius]

I knee Zombie in the stomach.

"That was for the fair maiden comment. Now we can kick ass."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Oof. Hehehehehe. Alright everyone, let's kick ass."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"So when will they get here?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Tonight. So pretty damn soon."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I grab a few bottles of vodka and make more Molotovs.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I've said before time doesn't mean much here."

 

[Saltarius]

"...So I'm either going to be drunk or hung over. What a great Knight I turned out to be."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"We're Mall Fighters Salt. And if I've gotten through 85%+ of our adventures up to this point completely high you can do it pissed."

 

[Saltarius]

"We're diff-di-difren people Paddy. Can't spect' the same results. Fuck, the drunk's really comin on."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Salt, unless you pass out face down on the pavement, you'll do fine."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Well Ex-cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me drunky."

 

[Saltarius]

"I've got a broken sword and a stake or two left, so let's just do this."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Apparently we gotta wait on these monsters or some bullshit."

 

[Saltarius]

"Why can't we just do a preemptive strike like true badasses?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Mostly because we have no idea where they are."

 

[Saltarius]

"Doesn't mean we can't try! Aren't there tracks or some shit leading out of the town?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Because, Salt, we have no idea where they are or what they look like, and we're on their home turf. A preemptive strike is like suicide."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"No."

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, anyone gota deck of cards or some erotic fanfiction or some shit?"