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Author Topic: Apocalypse: An RP for BL Forumers - Back to the Future  (Read 266629 times)

"How are you the bars? are you an inanimate object?
oh dear"

I sighed and just let him walk off.

"About those weapons, all I need is my pistol, and I'm fine. Although, perhaps it would be a good idea to have something else, just in case."
"Ask a deckhand, there's bound to be a knife or something around this ship."

I headed down to the cargo hold where the girls had burned.
"Time to finish what I started. The guys are going to be surprised when they see this..."

I wish I had a map or something of all the places here, would make navagation easier

I walked back inside of the ship, and returned a few minutes later after searching around the ship with a combat knife.

"Okay, this knife and my pistol, I'm good now." I say, putting the knife away.

"Can I borrow that knife? I want to cut off a rod from this bar or whatever
maybe I caan look for some ductape and stuff"

I walked up to what looked like an action figure made of scrap that was slightly bigger then me.
"Now all it needs is me..." I said as I let myself melt into the small opening.
I coursed through the inside of the suit until it was filled to the brim of slime.
My eyes started to glow through the helmet's small openings.
I was armored.
I walked over to a sword I had made since the cargo hold was full of scrap, so I figured 'Let's arm it also'.
I was ready for anything.

"I wonder what jokey is doing..." I said, walking down to where jokey was. "Jokey, what the- WHAT THE loving HELL IS THAT?"

I turned to xxxx.
'Right, I don't have a mouth hole in this thing...' I thought.
I started walking over to xxxx but tripped. Controlling this thing was hard.
My sword came down right next to xxxx.

I backflipped just in time to not get cut in half. "The forget?" I drew my blades, not intending harm, yet.

I got up the best I could and pointed at my mouth.

I brought my blades up, slicing off the mouthpiece. "Start talking."

"I made some armor and a sword out of some spare scrap. It helped me get rid of my depression"

I looked at the armor. "Not too shabby in about thrity minutes."

"I made this over several days"