Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Wackymon]

OoC: Well, I'd need RaNDM's permission, since he's the GM.

Diane finishes up the cannon, having to restart due to the fireing.
She adds another layer of duct tape to the cannon.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: of course but I honestly think its a good idea

Ryan keeps waiting for gay pirate were-zombies

 

[Wackymon]

Instead of dead pirate Were-zomhbies, There, standing before him, was Rick Astly.
"Never gonna give you up!
Never gonna let you down!"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I combust screaming "FUCKING RICK ASTLEY!!!"

I respawn, put in earplugs, run up to him and decapitate him with my Vibrosword

 

[Wackymon]

As it turns out, the rick astly was a robot.
It continues singing, but in two part harmony. As in, twice the rick.
"Never gonna run around and
Desert you!"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I start stomping on its head Screaming

OOC: I am so tired right now...

 

[Wackymon]

Rick astly is now dead.
Ryan has obtained 90 Exp!

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"Yeah"

Jumps up in the air spinning
and falls breaking his ankle

 

[Saltarius]

"HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. CAUSE I JUST SPENT A FUCKIN HOUR PAINTING OVER YOUR MESS."

With that done, I finally revise issue 1.

 

[Wackymon]

Diane looks at Salt, and hands him a batch of Brownies.
"Does this make up for it?"
She then hands him a Sandvitch.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"F-cking Rick Astley broke my ankle, kill him for real if I ever get out of here..."

I limp back to my RV to fix it

 

[Knife-28]

My judgment, imparied as it is by several shots of whisky from an exo-dimensional bar, compells me to steal Ryans RV, and take it on a drunken joyride around the mall.

 

[RaNDM G]

OOC: I would be willing to let someone host nights. Wacky just joined, so I'm not very comfortable leaving it to him.

Salt, you come up ridiculous bullshit all the time. You want to host?

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I limp out of the back of the RV

"that you knife?"

OOC: Just realized we beat the pub in post counts...

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: I would be willing to let someone host nights. Wacky just joined, so I'm not very comfortable leaving it to him.

Salt, you come up ridiculous bullshit all the time. You want to host?

OOC: works for me

 

[Wackymon]

Diane leaves the brownies and sandvitch next to Salt, and looks outside, and see's knife.
"OOh! Yay! Joyriding!"
She goes and finds a motorcycle, and and two model rockets to the side. She drives up to Ryans RV, and jumps on after setting the rockets off. The rockets blast it forward, blowing up a Gas Storage Facility.
"That was fun!~" she said playfully.

OoC: Could I at least have a secondary character that cleans up the mall?

 

[Saltarius]

OOC: OH FUCK YES, if you don't mind Imma be doing somethign WILD AND WACKY.

Suddenly, the PA system is taken over, as an unfamiliar man sends his message.

"Hello? Are you reading this? Is anyone there? This is the USS Pangeaea, permission to board?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"knife, you okay?"
"did diane just jump on?"
I sit down in the other seat and take off my helmet

over the radio "you have permission, if you can even hear me"

 

[Wackymon]

Diane shouts at the speakers, "COME ON BOARD! WE'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME!"
She downs a whiskey bottle.

OoC: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees? You called?

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"diane get off the roof and come in..."
"I don't want to see you decapitated or something"