Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[MinimanZombie]

[OOC: Ryan, your laptop is with me. You have no control over the fort. It's ours now. Go make another.]
I try to fix the game. "Don't worry, I'm great at them."

 

[RaNDM G]

heh heh heh heh

Okay, I seriously have no fucking idea who that is.

 

[Saltarius]

"Ha, suit boosters *****. Plan ahead next time."

I fly out of the pit and bugger back to the comics shop seeing a brand new issue of MALL FIGHT #7 THE WRATH OF SALTARIUS: WHO WILL DIE?

"Oh fuck you guys."

Oh, Bitchy, you're back, we were just talking about you.

 

[Paddy the Second]

((You honestly have no idea both how high I am and how little I regard the Darkness' worth.))

I just shoot heroin straight into my face while crying at the Braid soundtrack.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Everyone can hear that laughter right? Not just me?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: zomb, bull...

I go build another fort, after pressing the self destruct switch in my old one...

The new fort is more secure, but otherwise the same...

I bind the new laptop to my armour.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Hey guys the new Mall Fight trade just got in!" I leaf through it. "I swear I never said that! I'm like the least racist person in here.!"

 

[Saltarius]

"Do we even have any minorities in this mall? Because page 6 looks really weird when you say how 'dirty asians deserved Hiroshima' even though Xot's not asian."

 

[MinimanZombie]

The self destruct fails. Because that's the most retarded button for a fort ever. I fix the game, and continue from where I left off. "Am I in it this time? They keep on skipping me."
[OOC: Tough luck chuck. Or Ryan. Tough luck Ryan.]

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Well I know I'm queer, so we have at least one minority. And you're the one comparing euthanasia to the Holocaust over on this page."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: HERP DERP zomb, it makes no sense how you instakill and yet you can apparently block everything...

I activate the backup self destruct in the old base wirelessly from my suit...

 

[Saltarius]

"Wha...? The fuck is this shit? They made me look like fucking Bane the entire issue WITHOUT THE SUIT MIND YOU and now I'm being a hippie ***** after I crippled Xot? Who the fuck writes this?"

I turn to the cover and see Frank Miller/ Michael Moore credited as the writers.

"Kinda explains it."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Ew. How did we let this happen?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

[OOC: Totally. We're not in a serious fight. It's cheap to go "I PRESS BUTON! BOOM! DEAD PERSON DIE!"]
I continue playing the game.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I place my blender on Ryans head and set it to full power, liquifying his brain. I then put the mush in a glass and feed it to a passing Balrog

 

[Paddy the Second]

I set out to write an official Mall Fight comic not written by fascists.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I begin building my rifle again, and rearming all of my defences...

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I place my blender on Ryans head and set it to full power, liquifying his brain. I then put the mush in a glass and feed it to a passing Balrog

HOW?

I respawn, kill sig with my vibroblade, clean my base, resecure my base, wire the cameras and controls into my suit, and the suit into my spine, and get back to work.

 

[Saltarius]

"Given that Bitchy probably has hired the people we hate the most, the two are probably chugging a shit cocktail while trying to paint us as the bad guys."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Hey, zombie, here's your smoothie."
I pass zombie a mango smoothie.
"And here's yours, Paddy"
I pass paddy a heroine, crack and liquid LSD smoothie.