Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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I gather a group of like minded fellows and start an extremely violent street gang called the Castellans. Our front company is the largest smoothie distributor in the mall, and we quickly destroy all the other gangs in the area.
I leave my minions to do ther gang shit, whilst I decde to go mess some stuff up.
I leave my minions to do ther gang shit, whilst I decde to go mess some stuff up.
I appear on Prospit, in the White queens throne room.
"Yo biatch we gotta blow this joint."
I jump on her back and we fly away into the sunset, dropping nukes below us and burning prospit to ashes.
"Yo biatch we gotta blow this joint."
I jump on her back and we fly away into the sunset, dropping nukes below us and burning prospit to ashes.
I see Sigma rolling about on the pavement in Prospit, drooling.
"I think he's having a seizure. And hallucinating." I stab him, destroying his dream self.
"I think he's having a seizure. And hallucinating." I stab him, destroying his dream self.
I reach the shack, it's rather rickety. I pull out my revolver and check it, ensuring it's loaded and preparing to fire it if I need to. The door gives under my hands. Inside is a meth lab and some dead bodies. The equipment that's left is damaged beyond repair. The corpses all have multiple bullet wounds. I pull on my gas mask to protect myself from any fumes.
I wake up, notice the pills beside my bed, mentally flip off Zombie, and send Prospit into the Smoothie Dimension.
The white queen fixes this mess. I wake up, back in my office. I decide to get my act together. I start writing up a speech for the next day.
I notice a cellar door and cautiously kick it open. With my free hand I generate a small flame which I use to light my way down. There are more bodies and broken equipment.
I fall through the roof of the Desert Shack, somehow crashing through thr floor into the cellar. I land on a corpse, open gateways to the rave dimension and get this party started.
I flick the fireball at Salt's hands, causing him to drop the chainsaw. I point the revolver at his head and cast a larger fire in my free hand, throwing sharp shadows onto the wall.
Nega Trilby and I start arming ourselves again.
"So, this time we're dealing with Zombie?"
"He wanted anarchy? He's getting anarchy."
We start slowly making our way through the ruined buildings, keeping to the shadows.
"So, this time we're dealing with Zombie?"
"He wanted anarchy? He's getting anarchy."
We start slowly making our way through the ruined buildings, keeping to the shadows.
"Ah." I croak. "Still angry I see." I grin. "Did you forget the armour you made me?" The plate hasn't fully prevented damage, and the blade is still lodged in my chest. But it could be much worse. "And who said I was on your side in the first place?" I blow his head open and collapse to the floor clutching at my wound.
I set up the cities builders to start making repairs. Soon, the city is up and running again. I make a vow to capture criminals. Trilby and his Nega are soon captured, but Salt remains at large. Knife seems fine, and Sigma is allowed to go about being a gang leader.
"Who do you think you are? My mother?" I paw at my wounds, healing them a little. I push myself to my feet and draw again, firing several rounds into Salt's chest. "I was unconscious you sick fuck!"
My Nega and I aren't captured because in this universe we have never committed a crime...
Which another living soul is aware of.
Which another living soul is aware of.
The police men still argue the case of planning to commit a crime. You will now be put on watch. Any crime will be arrest worthy.
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I open a new jail, to inhabit true criminals. It works extremely well. I celebrate with a hot chocolate.
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I open a new jail, to inhabit true criminals. It works extremely well. I celebrate with a hot chocolate.