Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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We find a rotting skeleton.
"The...fuck?" I notice millions of other skeletons, a few rotting corpses and such.
"Oh not this place again. Fuck."
"The...fuck?" I notice millions of other skeletons, a few rotting corpses and such.
"Oh not this place again. Fuck."
"G-Van got blown up, G-Dog never existed, and all the other iterations were destroyed or didn't exist. We're shit with vehicles." I find one of my old bodies. Damn I look good.
We find a more recent corpse. One that hasn't been picked up yet.
"This is the most recent one. I think he's somewhere we can neither comprehend nor enter. So fuck. Oh and X? Don't bother. Our gear is stripped clean and fed into the star core. Not sure why."
"This is the most recent one. I think he's somewhere we can neither comprehend nor enter. So fuck. Oh and X? Don't bother. Our gear is stripped clean and fed into the star core. Not sure why."
"Yeah Probably." I walk off into a coffee shop, and notice a blender. A very familiar blender. I drop a coffee mug in, and shred it. Yes, it is Sigmas weapon.
"GAIS! I FOUND A CLUE!"
"GAIS! I FOUND A CLUE!"
Gamescon is packed. People crowd in on us from all around. Scrubs keeps an iron grip on my wrist, dragging me through the crowd.
The PA system crackles overhead.
"kssschchhs..y Sigma? Can you hear me? Answer us if you can hear us! We are currently in the mall. Where are you?"
I turn. and catch a glimpse of some guy with a strangly familair face. A cigarrete is hanging out of his mouth. I'm pretty sure it's not tobacco. I try and shout, but he's swallowed by the crowd.
Eventually, we reach the place where all the indie developers have their stands. Scrubs drags me too a random stand, and pushes me against the nearest wall.
[color="{003366"}]"Stay here. I'll go get us some food."[/color]
Then she's gone.
I turn to the stand I'm leaning against. It's small, with only one computer. A banner fixed to the front proclaims, in bright, red letters,
[color="{FF0000}"]""MALL FIGHT"
[/color]
The PA system crackles overhead.
"kssschchhs..y Sigma? Can you hear me? Answer us if you can hear us! We are currently in the mall. Where are you?"
I turn. and catch a glimpse of some guy with a strangly familair face. A cigarrete is hanging out of his mouth. I'm pretty sure it's not tobacco. I try and shout, but he's swallowed by the crowd.
Eventually, we reach the place where all the indie developers have their stands. Scrubs drags me too a random stand, and pushes me against the nearest wall.
[color="{003366"}]"Stay here. I'll go get us some food."[/color]
Then she's gone.
I turn to the stand I'm leaning against. It's small, with only one computer. A banner fixed to the front proclaims, in bright, red letters,
[color="{FF0000}"]""MALL FIGHT"
[/color]
I turn the blender around in my hands. It even has his name inscribed. The fuck happened to him? Inside I find a pebble. A very pretty pebble...
Sup *****.
"OH GOD WHAT."
Yeah, I'm you in a rock. Well done ************. Always picking up pretty rocks.
"I don't even what."
Look, I'll explain. I'm your new guide.
"FUCK YOU MIND! I HATE THESE GAMES!"
Shut up! Fuck your annoying me. Damn it, Just SHUT UP!
"Okay. Fine. Fuck you then."
Glad we're settled now.
Sup *****.
"OH GOD WHAT."
Yeah, I'm you in a rock. Well done ************. Always picking up pretty rocks.
"I don't even what."
Look, I'll explain. I'm your new guide.
"FUCK YOU MIND! I HATE THESE GAMES!"
Shut up! Fuck your annoying me. Damn it, Just SHUT UP!
"Okay. Fine. Fuck you then."
Glad we're settled now.
"I'm going to smoke enough DMT to send my consciousness to the same level as Sig's. This is gonna be fucking intense." I smoke hella DMT. It's fucking intense.