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Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: The Experimental City [Problem Solved]  (Read 18103 times)

Please explain why you did that before I think letting you into the RP was a bad idea.
he pretty much copied everything from my character
i know it was stereotypical but seriously what the forget

he pretty much copied everything from my character
i know it was stereotypical but seriously what the forget
He also pretty much ripped-off my RP.
So.
He's off. Oh, I never added him.
But please, don't do that again.

My character was in the Marines

AND SUDDENLY EVERYONE WAS IN THE MARINES

I was in the marines first guys wtf

I was in the marines first guys wtf
wat


Night was falling so I decided to check my watch. 8:47 P.M. I walk to my office and grab some case files, my notebook, and my hat. I walk out to and get in my BMW, driving towards my apartment.

Alex = Ex Marine have I not told you this????

I step on my gas, as I see that a reckless mess was on Krelik Highway. I found the car, acually, it was a convoy, full of these car that are smashing windows, shooting guns, and even stopping to steal other peoples cars. "Uh, that call is now a 787!" I scream into my headset, "We need all of the Hyenas and any close personal to help, now!" I stick my M9 out of the window, and I start shooting a vans tires, before I notice they were trying to box me in, I blare out into the speaker system, "This is the Commander of the Specialist and police forces, I order you to immediately stop!"

By the looks of the doors and the slightly molded walls, this place was abandoned. Any floor aside from the hallway lobby was useless to me, so I checked behind the window. After climbing into the back area, there really wasn't much to see. I suppose I could use some of the junk back here to arm myself if need be, but that would take time, considering I'd need both protection and a weapon. Well, time to become a dumpster diver.

I quickly drive to where the commander was, using my Aventador to ram one of the cars. "Get the forget out of my face," I say dryly. I pull out my Match, shooting out tires as quickly as I could, my aim fairly accurate. "This is Specialist Alexia Aroth, I need a roadblock set up ahead on the highway, maybe send some back up. If that armed heli is available get it in the air."

"Ah, Alexia!" I say as I ram into a car, as I flip it into another car, "We need a tank, these bitches won't stop coming from the sky," I say half sarcastically. I shoot another cars tire, "Shoot at the tires!"

After finding nothing actually useful for a good few hours, I was just searching through dumpsters for fun. Out of stuff not so useful, I had a battered baseball helmet, a tin can broken in half which I placed on my shoulders, and a hammer with some sharp bits where the blunt end of the handle should be. It also had black duct tape wrapped around it, which meant it was already split in half or was starting to break in half. Seemed sturdy enough to me. During my dumpster expedition I had gotten myself dirty, and now I just looked like a hobo. Well now the cops won't pay me any mind, but I was going to have to deal with other hobos looking to get some new gear. I had lowered my social standing, which wasn't what I had in mind, because now I'm going to be shunned and possibly arrested in the main city.

As I walk out of my apartment building and to my car to go to work, I hear some commotion in the abandoned building next to me to.  I decide to investigate, looking down an alleyway only to find a lonely hobo with a tin can on his shoulder and a hammer.

MY SPIDER SENSES ARE TINGLING. That and somebody made noise as they looked down the alley. "The hell you want?"

"Yeah, forget you too buddy." he says, turning toward his car and unlocking it.

I peel out of the Citadel in a tank, hearing the call for reinforcements. How I got permission I'll never know. When I get there, I start providing cover fire in the form of motherloving tank shells.