Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[MinimanZombie]

I grab my myself and pull myself up. We start fighting it out on the top of the van, which seems to be driving by itself. "Hey, how about we team up? We have so much in common."
It growls.
"Oh come on! We'd be good together."
More growls.
"Don't be like that. We could play great pranks on people."
This time the growl is followed by a slash. "Fine, lets have it your way." I kick my doppelganger in the knee, he's fine. I then throw him under the front of the truck and he's still fine. "You're a tough son of a ***** aren't you? We clash machetes for a while, before I finally stab him in the leg, cut his arm off, smash his head through a TV in a store and finally freeze him with the Bizzaro G-vans liquid nitrogen. "I'm keeping this one for myself." I rip out his skull and put it in my bag.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I run back from my supply run to find the whole group gone and the hole repaired.
"Shitshitshit." I open my satchel and throw some material on the ground, I whip out a sheet of paper and start to chant. I'm enveloped smoke and lightning and disappear.

I rematerialise on top Zombie's doppelganger and vomit all over it.

 

[Saltarius]

'Tox, you have a nasty habit of keeping secrets like that." The Bizarro Salt shocks my suit, the purple lightning really hurting and possibly burning myself in the process. I switch my arm to the Blade and cut the bizarro me in half. The torso part sputters and cough, the violet blood pouring out the open wound. It stops moving, yet starts to taunt me.

"If it wasn't for Derek, you'd be the boss. But you had to kill him..." (Bizarro Salt)

"Shut up."

"You pushed him off in cold blood, and now your a jobless little shit." (Bizarro Salt)

"I said, shut up."

"Because of y-"

I grab the torso and smash him into the ground repeatedly and throw him into the cross fire of Bizarro and regular Zombie, holes being blown into him as he is destroyed.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Hey! How's it going? Having fun? We just fought ourselves, and a giant version of Eric, who was like a bat. Anyway Salt, can you hold onto this for me?" I throw my clone's skull to Salt.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Apparently magic works here." I wipe sick from my mouth. "But I don't really wanna try it again for a while. I got us some gas masks, extra filters and kevlar, if you need them." I throw a bag onto the ground.

 

[Saltarius]

"And let me guess, there were Bizarro you's there too."

I commander the Bizarro G-Van and proceed to mount it's minigun onto my suit's shoulder. and grab all the ammo I could find. All negative twenty rounds. Literally, negative rounds.

"Let's just go before Bizarro Paddy and Dratsabpmip show up.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I put on the kevlar, before putting on the mask. "Sweet. I feel even more awesome now."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Wait, did Bizarro Eric actually have that fucking robot? Because I heard something explode."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Fuck. Fine I get passengers seat. Yeah there was a robot. But the bat thing was probably a more interesting fight."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I guess I'll take the catapult again."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Can we please get to a non Bizarro mall as quickly as possible? The implications are giving me a headache."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Well the only way to go is down. Hopefully we'll get answers at the bottom."

 

[Saltarius]

"You being here probably doesn't help, help but lets just hope we get something relatively normal."

As I speed alongside the rest of the group in the G-Van, we finally reach another set of stairs to another sub-basement. I lift the Van with some diffculty and float down, before we finally reach the next sub-basement. A monochromatic 1950's period mall, with people in it. And I don't mean the purple blood out of eyes shit. I mean actual people.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Oh my christ this is awesome."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Hold up a sec guys." I pomade my hair into an era appropriate quiff. "Let's go."

 

[Saltarius]

Suddenly, the shoppers notice my seven-foot tall robotic suit and promptly start freaking out. "The commies are here!" one shouts. "God has come to reap the sinners!" shouts another. "Klatu verada nikto!" shouts one in an obscure reference that everyone hears but few understand. I decide to excercise my might on these fools by unloading some negative rounds of them, firing at the walls in a distinctive 'S'. The negative rounds seemed to work like regular ones, though I can't say if this minigun works on with the negatives.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this floor."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I bump into someone. "Sorry." No reply. They didn't seem to acknowledge me. "Hello?" I say to someone else. "Hey guys? Something is wrong with these people." I say to my fellow G-team. I notice all the peoples eyes are just black. "Lets go guys." But we're too late as the whole crowd turns on us, with sharp teeth bared, and they start growling.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"How have they seen Army of Darkness in the fifties? Also I think the grease has made my hair extremely flammable."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Tox Dune sucked ass up until the last 150 pages." I fire a few flaming knives from my kitted out crossbow.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I hack my way to the top of the stairs and start kicking the zombie like things down the way I came. I beckon everyone to follow me.