Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"Sucks always being late to the party, don't it? Anyways, I've got civil uprising's to quell, a criminal empire to upkeep and some motherfucking smoothies to drink, who's with me? Oh fuck it, let's just go."
OOC: Ryan, I've told you the rifle's been out of ammo since the Tengu fight. I didn't recall you buying any additional ammo anyways.
OOC: Ryan, I've told you the rifle's been out of ammo since the Tengu fight. I didn't recall you buying any additional ammo anyways.
OOC: I thought I had said something along the lines of Ryan goes and barters for ammo... I'll remember to do that again just to prove it then later
X rushes Salt with her Vibrosword "Trilby lil help here..."
X rushes Salt with her Vibrosword "Trilby lil help here..."
As I'm knocked to the ground, I hold steadfast to my stomach to keep my intestines inside. I struggle to get to my feet.
"So, how moral is it to kill me? Sends you down an immoral rabbit hole where you become no better than me."
I draw my katana and brandish it towards Efink. I then proceed to commit seppuku.
I respawn miles away, so far that he won't find me easily. I slip into the shadows and review my captchalouged inventory.
Deck of cards, check.
Katana, check.
Revolver and ammo, check.
"So, how moral is it to kill me? Sends you down an immoral rabbit hole where you become no better than me."
I draw my katana and brandish it towards Efink. I then proceed to commit seppuku.
I respawn miles away, so far that he won't find me easily. I slip into the shadows and review my captchalouged inventory.
Deck of cards, check.
Katana, check.
Revolver and ammo, check.
"I never said I was better than you." Efink says as Salt commits seppuku.
"Now, have I met you before?" He asks Trilby, his memory flittering to a long past universe, and he inwardly smiles as he remembers beating down a particularly annoying black wolf.
"Now, have I met you before?" He asks Trilby, his memory flittering to a long past universe, and he inwardly smiles as he remembers beating down a particularly annoying black wolf.
I make my way further into the backalley, pondering my next plan. the logical thing would be to stay underground and wait it out till this Efink fucker finally kicks the bucket. Not very exciting, but out of necessity, it must be down. My thoughts are interrupted by stumbling on the corpse of a man, beaten to death.
Among his body is a pool of his own blood and an eskrima stick. Not one for due process, I pocket the stick and examine the corpse, nothing of interest. That is, except for the message his attacker apaprently left on the walls.
ONE CORPSE AMONG THE FOUNDATIONS OF UTOPIA
Dear god, shit has gotten real.
Among his body is a pool of his own blood and an eskrima stick. Not one for due process, I pocket the stick and examine the corpse, nothing of interest. That is, except for the message his attacker apaprently left on the walls.
ONE CORPSE AMONG THE FOUNDATIONS OF UTOPIA
Dear god, shit has gotten real.
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quickly realize that the Mall is empty, aside from the occasional maintenance team or stray assassin that crosses your path. Looking out a window, you notice...
Uh... Wow. That thing is [i]huuuuuge[/i].
You assume the Mall has docked on the infinitely expanding space port for repairs. The other Fighters must be aboard.
You notice several unseemly types wandering the halls. Perhaps staying aboard the Mall isn't a good idea.