West Ryder Silver Bullet: Comedy RP

[Voltaggia]

Ivan fired at one of the hostiles. He missed, completely destroying one of the marble pillars. The knockback sent him flying, and he landed on his behind. "Still have to tweak this thing a bit," he said to himself. He crouched towards a bench, turned it over, hid behind it, and started reloading.

((gotta go, kinda late here. you can play my char, Neonbob, I think you know how to do that ))

 

[Jav3lin]

Phesoj fired more from the AK-47. Most hitting the surroundings. A couple of bullets went into a nearby shop window, and a few cracked the lights on the streetlamps across the street.

EAT ... GLASS! YEAH! HAH!

 

[Neonbob]

"Fuck and potato salad," Oliphant yelled as five shots rang out and ricocheted around them.
The only real cover within reach was a lamppost, so he dove against the metal sheathe at the bottom of it.
"Well, this sucks ass," he muttered to himself.
He rolled out and fired four shots back at the man with the AK, before going back behind the pole.

 

[Jav3lin]

I'll hold 'em off, just dun' leave me like last time!
Phesoj kept firing. His target was now the man behind the bench. He seemed like an easy target, and that wood was soon to crack.

 

[Neonbob]

Ivan finished reloading, and moved up to another cover spot, about ten feet away from Oliphant, dodging the last man's fire the whole way.
The sight of the large cop hiding behind something roughly 1/3rd his width made him laugh, nearly uncontrollably so, and he accidentally triggered his weapon, which blew the light post in half, making it fall towards Oliphant.
"Dammit!"
Oliphant flashed back to his youth and the falling timber that had scarred him so badly.
"NOOOOOO!" He screamed, and stood up to catch the pole. The thing was quite heavy, but in his panic, Oliphant somehow managed to throw the lightpost at the robbers, before he realized he was standing up in the middle of a firefight, and leapt behind a fancy parked car.

Spoiler: OOC

Voltaggia, I hope that sounds right for you

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Michael rolled behind a pillar and pulled a shotgun from his pocket Niko-style.

"DOCTOROCTAGONAPUS BLAHH!" He screamed as he fired into the midst of the chaos.

 

[CosmicCommander]

"MUMMY!!!" Joe ran in panic, and ran through the area waving his arms around, like a tornado.

Joe miraculously never got hit by any bullets, but somehow ran face first into another very tall man who was crouched behind a pole, he had a buzz cut, and a lot of burn scars. And he was wearing a FART uniform.

"AHHHHHHHHH! FARTY MAN!!" Joe unleashed the power of fear induced insanity, and outstretched his arms, ans hugged the FART officer.

Well, Hugged wasn't a correct term, he applied around 1 metric tonne of pressure to the hug's recipient...

 

[Jav3lin]

hahahahahahaha
Phesoj was too busy laughing at their horrible excuse of police activity that he forgot to aim. He started to simply spray all around the area they were at.

 

[Neonbob]

A huge man collided with Oliphant, and wrapped him in a bear hug. This sudden display of overt affection crushed the wind out of him, and made him drop his gun. As he felt a rib nearing the point of breaking, Oliphant remembered his peace signs. He grabbed one from his back pocket and ran it down the side of the man's chest.

 

[ae86gamer]

Chase narrowly avoided being hit with the shotgun pellets by diving by a nearby cement pillar. She continued to shoot blindly in the direction of the bank.

"These guys just won't die!"

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

"Jesus Phesoj!" shouts Chris sitting behind a small pillar, "if I get shot I'll stab ya!"

Easy job my arse! he thinks to himself over the racket.

 

[CosmicCommander]

"Heh, it tickles!!" Joe cried as something was ran down his torso.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Hearing the FART leader's comment, Michael shouted out.

"Cause we're fuckin' invincible, yeeeehaw!"

Michael picked up the shotgun and fired two more shells before casting it towards one of the FART operatives, hoping to clonk them on the noggin.

 

[Sparrow]

Marty, not bothering to check the line of fire, walked toward the female member of the F.A.R.T whilst something exploded to his right. The distinct sound of people flying through the air was heard.

"Evenin', missy.", Marty yawned, whilst he lit a cigarette in his mouth, "You ain't half purdy. That's what you Yanks say, right? Purdy?"

 

[Jav3lin]

Phesoj in his own state of mind kept swirling the gun. By the time he realized he was swirling was somewhere in between the magazine running dry and the fact that he just fired over ten bullets next to his boss.

SORRY BOSS!

 

[Neonbob]

The pressure exerted on him was suddenly lessened, and Oliphant headbutted the hugger, breaking free of his grip.
Meanwhile, Ivan fitted a block of C4 with a detonator, and lobbed it towards the two big men, hoping that Oliphant would survive, or at least make some nice chunks. Unfortunately, a stray dog, which had retained some of its training, saw the toss, and ran to get the block of explosives as the timed detonator ticked down. It turned back towards Ivan, whose eyes went wide as he realized what was going to happen.
"NO! Stay! Bad dog! Bad!" He screamed, as he slowly backed away.
The mutt, however, was not trained in the "bad dog" part, and trotted happily back to Ivan, who sprinted away at top speed, trying to escape the suicidal doggy.
Luckily for him, the dog stopped when Ivan ran, which took up enough time for the block to explode, showering both of the large men in dog chunks and bone fragments.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Michael got his pistol back out and waved his hand idiotically.

"Steady on Mart, she probably got a bite worse than her bark if you know what I mean!"

Michael fired shots into the air, blasting the chandelier onto the floor.

"Damn expensive lamp."

 

[ae86gamer]

Chase, who was never fond of other people, kicked the man in his groin. She didn't want to even talk to him.

"Get away from me you thief!"

 

[Neonbob]

Ivan was still running when a flying shotgun conked him in the head.
As he recovered, he grabbed both shotties near him, loaded them with his special blend of buckshot, and got back on his feet, braced himself against a wall, and began firing blindly with both shotguns. Dents were driven into the wall behind him as he fired, and after sixteen shots, he stuck a bit of C4 in the barrel of the extra shotgun and hurled it back at the robbers.

 

[Sparrow]

Marty, who had been kicked in the groin more times than he'd like, had taken extreme precautions against assaults on his "man-junk" by wearing a cup at all times.

"Sorry missy, more people hit me there than you'd think. It's usually just Chris walking into my nuts though."

Marty flicked the ash of the end of his cigarette and placed it back in his mouth.

"You single?"