Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Paddy the Second]

"Yeah, while I was conscious! Jesus Salt, learn some tact!" I decapitate him.

 

[Saltarius]

"You were completely conscious!"

I dodge once more and slice across his chest.

"Believe me, I fucking know when people are conscious."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Evidently not, because I wasn't!" I grab the chainsaw blade and break it from the handle. I headbutt Salt into a wall and push my hand through his ribcage, closing my grip around his heart.

 

[Saltarius]

"Go tell everybody that you shit. It's not like I can trust anybody anymore."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Like I said, I'll do whatever the fuck I want, because there's no consequences in this place." I cut open one of Salt's lungs and leave a grenade inside.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"No shit crimes will be arrest-worthy. Crimes which aren't are called everything fucking else."
"Fuck this."
We shoot the police officers while they're still working out how to watch us legally what with us having no prior offences and not actually doing anything illegal, slaughter the witnesses and burn the corpses before running away and hiding in a destroyed building.

 

[Saltarius]

"You'll learn Paddy. You'll learn there are consequences to fucking with people like me."

I die and respawn at my destroyed mansion.

 

[MinimanZombie]

Luckily, CCTV catches the duo. They're promptly captured, and brought to justice. AKA, the inescapable prison. OF DOOM.
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I build a new hospital for the city. I name it Final Destination. Ironically its patients are extremely lucky.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Well that was completely stupid." I break my phone into pieces and throw them through one of the shack's windows. I return to my car and keep driving.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

What the police officers fail to take into account is the fact that to arrest us, they can't kill us. We exploit this by shooting them until they return fire and kill us.
We respawn in the building next to the one we use as a home. We put on wonderful disguises and leave by a different route.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I decide to give up on the Trilby's. They aren't doing any harm. I start doing rehabilitation programs for alcoholics, and drug users. It's a success.

 

[Saltarius]

"I'll show this city that it is nothing more than scum and traitors. Just how far the human instinct of loyalty goes."

I slip out silently into the night.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I watch all of this on Tracker and facepalm.


[i/]Looks like I'm the only sane one here...again...."[/i]

 

[Knife-28]

Sigma hears a cough from behind him, and turns to see Knife and me standing behind him. "I can't speak for my other self here,"
"Oi!"
"But I'm about as sane as a several hundered year old dimensional traveler can be." Knife says.

 

[Saltarius]

I appear behind Kinfe, a mask now on my face.

"Doubtless you've heard the news."

 

[Knife-28]

"I have, and I need to ask, is it true?" Knife says, while I take a seat next to Sigma and watch the Tracker.

 

[Saltarius]

"Me and Paddy? Yes. Point is, I've had second thoughts. I want to stop the marriage between me and Aradia from happening completely."

 

[Knife-28]

Knife gives a tired sigh. "Come on man don't give into Xot's games, we can beat him, make things right!"

 

[Saltarius]

"Knife just...think about it. So much bad blood spawned simply because of the marriages. To be honest, it'd be better if we really never met. I can't trust anyone anyways. Not after Xot, and not after Paddy."

 

[Knife-28]

"Agh...fuck!" Knife crys, slamming his fist into the wall and leaving an sizable dent in the wall. "Don't you see, this is his plan man! Your just playing into his hands!"