Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Hey man, ask Knife or fuckin' anybody who's been around the past few hours."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"You're going to fuck it up somehow. You know that, right?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Least there was the chance, y'know? Sides', you're one to talk about being alone."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Salt, I like nuclear container of cool. No one can stay around me for too long and anyone that does dies a slow, cancerous death."

 

[Saltarius]

"...So how often do you shave them palms, Bacon?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Often enough so you'll feel the silky smoothness of them while I'm wringing your neck."

 

[Saltarius]

"Not before I beat your head in with this dented as fuck golf club."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Salt, the only thing you're gonna beat is your meat when Sister 'supposedly' gets food poisoning and ends the date early."

 

[Saltarius]

"...Hey Waffles. Guess what's sharper than a golf club."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

I stab Salt, "This dagger?"

 

[Saltarius]

I decapitate Waffles with my broken claymore.

"That, you fuck."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

I respawn in a Vita-Chamber, because, while we were talking, we entered the Rapture sub-basement. I stab Salt in the head several times, "A MAN CHOOSES!"

 

[Saltarius]

I respawn and begin beating Waffles with the golf club.

"A SLAVE OBE-I suddenly feel really uncomfortable making that reference."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Why's that?" I ask, putting on a Big Daddy outfit.

 

[Saltarius]

"Some would perceive it as a racist comment."

 

[Knife-28]

"Salt, slaves are not a race." Knife says.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

I stop putting on the Big Daddy and stare at Salt with the eyes on my blacker-than-a-moonless- night face.

 

[Saltarius]

"I'm personally not sure how to respond, so I'm just going to go find the entrance to the next sub-basement."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

We then enter the B.E.T (Black Entertainment Television) sub-basement.

 

[Saltarius]

"I can't see anything, someone describe it."