Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Sigma Castell]

"...I just spent the last three-to-four hours reading the most deppressing fanfics known to man. Then I read some more whilst listening to sad music. Im an emotional mess and ohgaaaahd"
I make myself an emotional trauma smoothie.
"-sniff- I suppose thats what I get fro randomising my order from the Shipworld"

 

[Sigma Castell]

"..Fucking Horrorterrors."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"No...I...You're gonna fucking die you son of a *****." I draw Ravens Razor.
"I am fucking sick of your shit you know?" I swing wildly.

 

[RaNDM G]

You miss. You spin around before one of its tendrils smacks you straight.

DAMAGE: -1

 

[MinimanZombie]

I spin around, holding my sword outward, hoping to hit it.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I roll the cigarette around my mouth. I stuff away the notebook and pencil, then remove my gauntlets. I flex my fingers. The crystallisation at the tips has spread a tiny distance downwards. "That's never good." I look around the remains of the mall. I drum my fingers on a nearby outcropping piece of metal. A jaguar cry sounds in the distance. I stroll over to where a car dealership used to be. A Ford Impala stands, mostly undamaged, the keys still in the ignition. It works. I slowly drive over to Sigma. "Want a ride?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

I get out my cheerleaders outfit.
"Goooooooooooooooooo ZOMBIE "

 

[RaNDM G]

Again, you just kind of flail about. FLUTHLU wraps you in two of its tendrils and thrashes you.

DAMAGE: -2

You feel a force pushing back against it, just barely keeping you alive. A green aura flows from your body.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I think about the awesome images I witnessed. I imagine FLUTHLU being manipulated, being thrown away. I try to command the aura.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Sure. Thanks Paddy"
I jump in the shotgun.

 

[RaNDM G]

Something inside you explodes, forcing FLUTHLU to let go. The green flames burn his skin.

DAMAGE: -8

 

[Paddy the Second]

"So, where do you want to go?" I hand Sig a joint.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I study the joint for a moment, before putting it behind my ear.
"Lets go burn Taylor Swifts house down."
I hold up a lemon. It look supscioulsy combustible.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"That would alleviate the symptoms, but not cure the disease." I drive to in front of a record company building.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"True."
I load the Combustible Lemons into my grenade laucnher and fire several through the record companies windows.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Nice shot." I throw some hand grenades through the windows.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Thanks."

"I'm sorry, Taylor. But it had to be done."
I throw some more firebombs through the top-floor window.
"But it had to be done."

 

[Saltarius]

"...You know what? I'd like that. Let's."

 

[DotSlash]

I wander aimlessly around, wondering where I am.

 

[Saltarius]

I smile and run quickly past the other Fighters, my hands in the air in triumph.