Stumbling thru the doors, a man in a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt carrying a typewriter and sporting a fishing hat looks around eyes darting. Cautiously entering the premises, he walks along showing a somewhat bow-legged gate. He is closely followed by a large Samoan man carrying a suitcase.

"So Hunter, why'd you drag me in this place for?" asks the Samoan.

"Were out of supplies. I need more ink, and more importantly either." responds the slightly deranged looking man in the Hawaiian shirt.

"As your lawyer, I'm advising you to get as much either as you can, but not to forget some acid." Responds the Samoan, nodding.

“Got it.” Nods the Man with the typewriter.

With that he makes his way to one of the many establishments within Spasda. Attracting the owner with a darting look.

“Hello, do you have any either?”

 

OOC: I think the stuff is called 'ether'...

 

Stupid spell check. I thaught that to but it said it wasent a word.

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several muinets later the reporter was blisfully leaving a small stand, ether in hand, acid in system. He gave a thumbs up to his lawyer for no particular reason, and then looked around to see what was going on. He was confused, a number of lizards of various sizes were running around beating eachother up. This seemed highly ilogical, and he found himself dangerously close to a big one, hearing one of the smaller ones refer to it as vilhelm. Casting around for a weapon of defence, he found that nothing usefull came to mind. Then as all hope seemed gone, he saw a fire extinguisher in a glass case on the wall, runing over and breaking it out, he prepared it and ran up to the lizard.

"Take this you filthy reptilian dingbat!" He cried, spraying it in the face.

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PS: I think I'm going to change my chars name, I dont want to play HST, just someone based on him.

 

Then Master Chief walks in and goes "I'll have one of your finest 6 pack of beers and your finest chair to hit someone with thank you." Then he cracks open all his beers and drinks them all to make him insane and send him on a murderous rampage with his finest chair hitting every living thing he saw.

 

Flerden walks in adn looks for some thing to drink when he got a chair in his head.
''What he hell, cant i go get something to drink nowadays without getting furniture in my head'' He then took a few bottles and started to throw them at Master chief.

 

But Master Chief ducked out of the way and started taunting Flerden for mispelling "and". Also he ordered more cans of beer to make him even more insane and more deadly than ever.

 

Appearing randomly from the shadows, darkreever walked past the small fight in search of some decent chocolate. As he was walking along, he found himself some electrical tape and used it to keep his pair of swords in their sheaths.

This place might not allow for outside weapons to be used, but nothing short of death get him to remove his own.

 

Flerden saw Darkreever valking past them and threw a bottle att him. He then started to run against Master Chief with a bottle i held high.
''It was a bad mistake to taunt me'' he yelled as he ran.

 

Chris wondered into the shop, giggling at the aptly named supermarket. He immediately went to the chocolate section. He picked up a Ripple and bumped into Darkreever. "Nice swords." Chris was suddenly smashed into by a mad Spartan and his Ripple was smooshed. "You crushed me ripple!" Chris punched Spartan in the nose (or the helmet. Or maybe the pixel).

 

Sarcasm walked in to the store and looked about him. Seeing the mayhem beginning to unfold around him, he decided to stay and join in the fun.

At that moment, Flerden came running past waving a bottle in the air and yelling at Master Chief. Sarcasm casually stuck out his foot as Flerden went past, sending him crashing to the floor. He then wandered off to find something fun to hit things with.

 

ooc: wow my thread is actually working, thanks guys that have posted!
:grin:
Karix walked in, looking for a can of squigmeat, but all he found was a angry soviet, a guy with swords and a spartan with a smooshed nose, he asked the soviet " where is da Squigmeat cans?" he looked down at the puzzled man and smiled showing his teef. "WHERE ARE DA CANS OF SQUIG MEAT????" he bellowed at the soviet (chris).

 

"I'll get you, Karix, some squigmeat, and you, Chris, another ripple if you both stand directly infront of me whilst this mad man is running at me" proposed Master Chief. Seeing to his broken nose that had miraculously healed. Then he grabbed a Ripple and some squigmeat(?) and gave the Ripple to Chris and the squigmeat to Karix. Jumping on Chris' shoulders and bouncing off Karix's head in order to fly at Flerden, disarm him and hit him over the head with his own bottle.

Then he bought more beers and more chairs.

OOC: Congrats on the thread Harix. I thought it would have been locked within the first two days seeing as it's basically a spin-off of The Mangled Moose.

 

Dessel was still sitting at his bar stool as he watched the scene unfold. He sighed, downed his Beer, payed the tender, and stood up. He then preceeded to lift his bar stool, pull the seat off of the legs, and hurl it into the melee like it was some giant frisbee of doom. He proceeded to pull two legs seperate from the third (really shittilly made metal stool) and charged into the fray, swinging wildly. Within seconds of entering the battle, he felt one of the bars bend around something. He looked up to see a large Ork with a metal bar bent around its head; he shrugged, jammed the now bent bar up the most readilly available arse; and ran like hell.

 

Master Chief then saw another man bounding his way towards him. So he saw that Karix had some rear end pain and decided to use the bottle that he was holding against the bounding idiot. He lobbed it, and just like his training missions at the UNSC it ended perfectly. He then walked over the heap on the floor to order, not another beer, but a bar stool seeing as he could.

 

Flerden got up and directly got Master Chief hitting him in the head with his own bottle.
He fell again and did not bother to get up yet, instead he crawled away and got up on the other side of a wall. He then started to look for something to use as a weapon. He saw a couple of plates.
'Ah perfect throwing weapons.'' He then took a couple and went back to the other side and started to throw plates att every one.

 

Deathbringer entered the supermarket at a run having viewed the chaos inside from the window
He was going to get the boys sandwiches for the greater good and get the hell out of their for his own good
He hurdled a flying frisbee of doom and ducked a dinner plate
stooped to avoid a flying bottle
he was almost at the counter
he was inches away
when....

 

...... Sarcasm hit him over the head with a large piece of salami. He leapt over Deathbringer and brought his salami down on the back of Master Chief's head. Dropping his now crushed salami he picked up a large spoon before being hit in the chest by a dinner plate and crashing into a shelf of cereal boxes.

 

Black Apostle Vilhelm, now a mighty daemon prince, strode into the supermarket, a dead eldar in his hands. He chomped the eldar down before spying a melee of salami and stools flying about the place. He calmly walked over to the magazine section, folded his wings behind him, and started reading the newest issue of Warp Weekly. He laughed at the section that was chronicling a Word Bearer who's mutations were going away, "Poor poor man."

 

Ignoring everything about him, darkreever continued to the chocolate aisle; finding himself a couple bars of dark chocolate he pulled up a chair and watched the fighting.

 

Walking into the supermarket, getting tired of waiting for The Moose to refurnish, Mordeth simply stood watching in a daze for a few seconds as he took in all the images flashing past... wherever he looked a saw fighting, or possible subjects for a fight, and could not help but smile.
Well he be a mighty Tau, warrior of The Greater Good, but boy, did he like a fight!

"Well, well," he murmured softly, then walked silently through the shop, avoiding all the fighting, until he at last found the holy item that was going to bring him joy this day.

Ducktape!

Picking up some ducktape, he slowly removed the cartong covering it, and revelled at the sight of it.
Turning to the fray of the fight, watching as his fellow Tau got hit with nothing less than a salami.
Walking calmly over to the groaning form of his fellowtau, he took a piece of the ducktape, grabbed the fellows hands, and taped them behind his back.
Then he did the same with his feet.
then he taped him to outstretched to a table.
and left him there ripe for plucking to the other customers.

"Well then, who's next?" he said enthustiastic, before trotting off to find a new helpless victim.

OOC: I've seen too much Dexter xD

 

As Vilhelm put the magaizine away his tummy rumbled again. The bad part about being a daemon prince was that you were always hungry. He strolled listlessly into the melee and saw a tau duct taped to a table. "Hhhhmmmm...." he rumbled as he licked his lips, "I like fish." He walked over and picked the table up. He was about to put the whole table in his mouth with the tau when suddenly.....

 

...darkreever got up off his chair and hurled it at the daemon prince. As the piece of furniture flew through the air, dark followed it, picking up the third leg of the stool that had been broken before.

The chair itself did nothing but keep the hog tied tau safe for another moment as it collided; and as it hit dark swung the leg only to have it break and do nothing. "Well that did fuck all." He said before slamming a balled fist into the daemons side and making it take a step back. "Mod strength, gotta love it."

 

Vilhelm scratched his side with one of his claws. He glanced at the tau on the table to his right and this new being to his left and grunted, "Never seen one of you before. Wonder what you taste like." Then again the thing had hit him pretty hard for something that tiny, maybe he should beat it up a bit first. He smiled showing all of his fangs and headbutted Darkreever in the head.

 

The daemon's face hit him like a brick wall; forcing dark to take a couple steps back. "Super tough, super strong, so why not super fast." He murmured to himself before the various shadows cast engulfed him. A moment later, darkreever crashed into the daemon from above, legs connecting with face as both hit the floor.

Getting back up, darkreever brushed himself before walking back to the chocolate aisle, intending to find something to drink along the way.

 

Solitaire strolled down the aisles, picking up food and placing it into his trolley as he went.
"*gasp* Grapefruit 10% off! Jackpot!" He laughed as he started grabbing as many as he could and stuffing them into the trolley. Turning a corner he saw the melee in progress. He was silent for a moment then walked on towards the checkout.
"Hi yeah can you put it all on my Isha Express card please, thank you. Oh and I think the aisle with the Daemon Prince in may need a cleanup, just a suggestion. . .

 

Sarcasm dug himself out of the pile of cereal boxes, still holding on to his spoon. He pulled a Frostie out of his ear before surveying the carnage. The Tau he'd salamied was taped firmly to a table, which was in the hands of a Daemon Prince. Sarcasm grinned at this before he headed off towards the counter, where another victim was standing, ready to get a good kicking.