Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

The ships have no effect, given Alcor is essentialy God, all matter being his plaything.

"Okay listen, we are completely boned in a head on fight with him. What can you do against a God Tier Space player when you don't even know your class anyways?"

 

[RaNDM G]

Xot: Salt, shut the fuck up and let me do my job!

Gamzee appears in front of Alcor. He appears to be wearing some kind of ring.

[color=indigo]whats up ************[/color]

 

[Saltarius]

"So...how are you surviving in deep space anyways?"

"Your currently doing shit at your job given we had the damn weddings already, something you said you'd prevent, now Gamzee's gone off the deep end and is space."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I decide to leave Gamzee asleep on the bed. I walk off and find Salt.
"So dude, what do you reckon our classes are?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

The ships continue to annoy Alcor, while an Imperial ship loads frigate sized psy-cannons aimed at Alcor.

 

[RaNDM G]

Gamzee raises his ring hand.

[color=indigo]do you know what this fucking thing is[/color]

[color=indigo]i havent quite figured it out[/color]

[color=indigo]but it is[/color]

[color=indigo]MIRACULOUS[/color]

[color=indigo]if you know what im sayin[/color]

 

[Saltarius]

"I dunno, I hope I'm an Heir of something though. Not heart though. Doom would be awesome, be all like 'Salt, do the Doomy Thing!' and there'll be a black maelstrom of plague and death and shit."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X walks over to the group "so... what's going on?"

The cannons are readied

 

[Saltarius]

"I see it in your eyes. You are a born killer, while true of most your race, you relish the pain you inflict. Join me, Gamzee Makara, and together, we can destroy this pitiful universe together, Bard and Prince."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

The psycannons fire at Alcor

OOC: these should atleast inflict pain... yes, even on a god.

 

[Saltarius]

Dude erases matter like normal people breathe. Don't waste your time man. He and Gamzee are having a nice conversation.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Wait, why are we discussing it? We just need to die on the right aspect's quest bed. And we can die infinite times. And the Mall has everything. And quest beds are a thing."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: fine... and psy-bolts are technically composed of somekind of divine anti-matter

 

[Saltarius]

"Alright, so we just need to find a suitable outfitter for Quest Beds. Oh hey, a Quest Bed, Bath and Beyond."

I enter and scour for the Heir of Doom bed.

 

[RaNDM G]

kill

KILL

nah theres no good in that

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X walks back to the command post

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I walk in and flop on the Light bed because why not?
I fire my crossbow straight up, relax and die when it hits me in the eye.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I snap out of my daze. I have a small lump on my head. Ow. I join Salt in his search.

 

[Saltarius]

"Well it appears the Fighters have taken their heads out their asses long enough to try and ascend to fight me. I advise you do the same. Meanwhile, I shall wait."

"Alright. Found it."

I hop onto the bed, stick my revolver in my mouth and load a regular round. I squeeze the trigger.

 

[Paddy the Second]

My dreamself sits on the space quest bed. I stab him in the face. Stab me in the face? Whatever.