Recent content by SteakHeart

Bluh, on second thought I changed my mind, but I wish you guys a fun RP.

Is it too late for a sheet? I have spare time and a thirst for roleplay.

The coat wasn't ripped by Carmen's strikes, just hit aside, and it quickly did some kind of acrobatic fucking pirouette back onto English's shoulders. English's mind raced at an astronomical unit per minute, calculating multiple courses of action to take to defeat Carmen in his weakened state...

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT AN INSULT IS GRAAAAAAAAGH" He grunted again and again at the wounds, but only felt slightly woozy from blood loss, as well as shocked, due to the fact that he was unaccustomed to feeling anything but invincible. In desperation, he threw his coat at her, tangling her...

English merely grunted in pain, but blood flowed from his chest more copiously. This was becoming a war of attrition very quickly. "MY SPECIES REPRODUCES BY TURNING INTO GIANT SNAKES AND KILLING GALAXIES AS WE MAKE HATELOVE. SO PARDON ME. IF I DID NOT NOTICE YOUR GENDER CHARACTERISTICS."...

"I WAS UNABLE TO TELL YOUR GENDER." More notes flooded the lounge, all of which read OH SNAP. The cueball grazed English as well, and he was sent flying to the side, coat billowing behind him. He slid a good fifty feet before coming to a stop, leaping to his feet and roaring with rage. He...

"OH. I AM COMING AT YOU. BRO." English thumbed back the hammer on the magnum and ran at Carmen once more, firing from both weapons in a sustained burst. If finesse wouldn't work, well, brute force would have to do.

Lord English pulled the magazine release on his gun, tossing the shining case aside and slamming a fresh magazine into the gun. He pulled the bolt back and roared yet again, half in pain, half in pure annoyance. Why was all of this happening? He was an unstoppable demon in his home world. He...

OOC: Oh, fuck me, I forgot to post. I'm assuming the fight just kinda... ended?

"THERE YOU ARE." English stomped his foot, and the walls of the arena fell away like stage walls, revealing a vast white void. English ran straight at Carmen once more, tackling her and running with her far beyond what the Arena should have held. He stopped using his peg leg yet again, sending...

"YOU REALIZE THAT I HAVE CONTROL OVER REALITY. That was mostly true - he was still incredibly powerful in this universe, although not as omnipotent as his normal self. He flash-stepped behind the illusionary Carmen and snapped its neck, letting the body slump forward. "YOU CANNOT HOPE TO FOOL...

Lord English stared. He felt woozy. "...WHAT EXACTLY WAS THAT MEANT TO ACCOMPLISH. MY STOMACH IS UPSET. OH NO. WHAT EVER WILL I DO. TRULY. I HAVE BEEN BEATEN." His gun shifted back to staff mode once more, and he aimed the planetoid-shaped end at Carmen, releasing a burst of energy...

@DotSlash: Just did.

The nitrogen froze, as expected. However, several hundred pounds of sheer demonic muscle tends to overpower pesky things like freezing. The ice shattered, falling onto the ground in pieces. English threw another punch, aimed at the nasty wound on Jack's chest. However, given that Jack was...

Another note appeared. WAIT. WHY ARE YOU TAKING THAT MONEY. THAT IS MY MONEY. I THOUGHT BETTING MEANT YOU GOT MONEY.