|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 9, 2006 11:28:04 GMT -5
Allright so what you do is you kill the person who posted in front of you. So I would kill noone. Come up with some really creative ones.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flameclaw on Apr 10, 2006 6:18:30 GMT -5
So I kill you..... how am I meant to kill you... some RP auto? Can we come back to life and kill people?
*Silent footfalls were approaching the back of the weasel known as Ranjit. He would soon be a corpse for friends and family to weep over. If he had any, thought the cat with a snigger. Ranjit kept looking for someone who'd try and kill him.... in the other direction. Flame stabbed hard, gave the dagger a sharp twist and shoved the ex-beast, now corpse, on to the hard cobbles. It was a sharp crack as the skull struck the stone, but a softer slump from the rest of the body sliding off the dagger.*
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 10, 2006 17:27:06 GMT -5
yeah you do come back to life.
Ranjit built a massive space station to kill Flameclaw. He called it the deathticle. He pushed random buttons and charged up the particles. He blew up All of Alaska where Flame was taking a cruise. It blew up all of Alaska and made it into Lake Texaco. All the world's feul crisis was solved.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 10, 2006 17:57:48 GMT -5
*Comes in in a tye-dye shirt, jeans, a headband, glasses, and a basket of flowers*
Be cool an' smell the flowers
Make love not war and shower
Kiss the world, an' be groovy
Go ahead and
MAKE A GOOKIE!
No war. War is bad. Fighting is bad. *Said the hypocrite...*
*Hits Ranjit with a lead pipe*
|
|
|
|
Post by Flameclaw on Apr 10, 2006 20:29:12 GMT -5
*Recovers and gets out of his new lake.* YOU!@#!@$!@$!@#!@$@%&^%&#%^@!#%@#$%&%^*#!$%!#@$ Sorry....*goes back and changes it for random symbols* There
Oh, yeah *shoots Ffiasma with a colt 45.* Wha? *shoots Ffiasma with a submacine gun, emptying the clip at her* Oh, yeah, that's better *nudges the corpse with his foot and decapitates it with a samuri sword*
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoon on Apr 11, 2006 7:39:20 GMT -5
As he crouched behind some dead bushes, the Russian corporal hurriedly loaded a clip into his Mosin-Nagant bolt-action rifle. He pushed the bolt forward and took aim at the strange Australian that had suddenly appeared outside his barracks in the Urals. The foreigner had his back turned to him, and the corporal took his time to draw a bead on the enemy, who seemed to be wielding some sort of sword. The spike bayonet on the end of the rifle gleamed under the moonlight of the cold night. The silence was suddenly shattered as a gloved finger pulled the trigger. The Australian collapsed, wounded in the side by the 7.62 mm bullet. Cursing his poor aim, Corporal Pyotr broke cover and rushed forward, his felt boots kicking up snow as he ran. Raising his rifle up high, the corporal then proceeded to thrust his spike bayonet repeatedly into the capitalist's torso until he died.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flameclaw on Apr 11, 2006 21:04:01 GMT -5
The very instant his heart stopped from the repeated stabbing, the ASIO secret agent' was reincarnated exactly where he died. He leaped up, kicking the Russian officer's gun from his hands. He snatched his fallen sword from the ground and cut off the stunned officer's left hand. Drawing an Uzi pistol from inside his knee length leather jacket, he pulled the trigger, sending a stream of expended brass cartriges out to the left, landing with an unnoticed plump. They lay glinting on the snot as the rapid and repeated kicks from the gun actually pushed Agent Maniac back a few steps. Finally, not even four seconds later, the clip was expended and Corporal Pyotr lay dead with more than thirty bullets in his body.
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoon on Apr 12, 2006 8:27:37 GMT -5
June 22nd, 1941. Early morning.
The German panzer officer was puzzled. The invasion of Russia, codenamed Operation Barbarossa, was supposed to be top secret. What then, was a civilian doing in their form-up area? Hauptmann Meiers decided that the intruder would not live long enough for him to find out. Climbing into his Panzer Mk IV, he steered straight for the intruder, squashing him beneath the treads.
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 12, 2006 20:13:21 GMT -5
A man in full german uniforms. He was a sargeant in the army. He saw the officer kill that man. He aimed his sniper rifle at the officer. He unloaded two slugs into the officer's head. "Hahahaha."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 12, 2006 20:17:15 GMT -5
You guys kill in unfun(ny) ways
*Cyp sends a bombard of pigeons at Flame, Typh, and Ranjit*
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoon on Apr 13, 2006 4:44:49 GMT -5
27th March, 1943. In a forest clearing outside Cherbourg.
Oberleutnant Schnabel had witnessed everything. So, the French resistance were releasing pigeons to carry messages to the Allies! This had to be stopped. He motioned for his machine gun team, led by Gefreiter Schultz, to set their MG 42 up on a small rock. The rest of his platoon took up positions with their Kar 98 rifles and their MP40 submachine guns around the clearing, all aimed at the Resistance girl.
Whispering to his unteroffizier as he drew his Walther P38 pistol, Schnabel said,"The oberst will not be happy if he hears that the resistance is operating in his sector. Let us spare ourselves the blabbering of that old fool. Fire on my word. One... two... three...FIRE!"
At his command, the enemy was literally torn apart by a hail of 7.62 mm and 9 mm bullets.
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 13, 2006 5:08:33 GMT -5
A man dressing in nothing but socks and a beret came thundeing out of the woods. he had in his hand a rubber chicken. He flailed about with it, smacking everyone in the way. He came up to the German and bashed his head in with his rubber chicken. He took the mans clothes and then ran back off into the woods.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flameclaw on Apr 15, 2006 3:16:24 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Jaques, he had just never fitted it with the populace of the world. His tears had fallen unhindered down his cheeks to the ground. Everyone was so small and however hard he tried, nothing could never avoid stepping on someone. Unbeknowest to him, his tears also caused the soil that they fell on to become too salty, but even if someone could have told him that, they wouldn't have told the poor giant. It'd have only made him cry the more with guilt. He was a true gentle giant. Jaques had no idea that he stepped on someone as he walked through the woods. Only when he saw the red footsteps did he realise that he'd killed someone. That devastating realisation caused the giant to sit down and have a nice long cry.
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 17, 2006 5:09:03 GMT -5
A group of men tackled the giant and roped him down to the earth and blew him to bits with hundreds of tiny cannons.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flameclaw on Apr 18, 2006 5:50:54 GMT -5
Jaques' mother came along and said
"I'm busy so I'm not going to RP well.... SO DIEEEEEE." Stomping around, she stepped on the men who had killed her son.
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 18, 2006 20:32:45 GMT -5
PRIVATE Ranjit came up to Jaques' mother and said" Hi I'm Ranjit and I just got a promotion so......... yeah." He pulled her toenail up and wriggled in there and jabbed the tender side of the toe with a rusty sthing. Hahahahahahaha
|
|
|
|
Post by Flameclaw on Apr 18, 2006 21:51:15 GMT -5
After Ranjit's attacks killed the giantess, Flame came in. He was rather busy, so he just shot Private Ranjit in the head with a compound bow.
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 19, 2006 15:43:38 GMT -5
Ranjit threw a pie at Flameclaw. "Hahahaha" It was poisonberry.
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoon on Apr 21, 2006 8:06:44 GMT -5
MAJOR Typhoon was rather busy, so he just ran into the room, chopped Ranjit's head off, then ran out.
|
|
|
|
Post by ranjit on Apr 21, 2006 15:11:54 GMT -5
Ranjit picked up his head and put it back on. He drew his sword out and jumped on the badger's back and stabbed downward on his neck. Many times.
|
|
