Mall Fight: The Earthventure - Epilogue: Here Comes The Flood [CLOSED, ENDED]

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I scribble J onto the wall outside my flat and walk inside, dragging a comatose Zombie behind me.

Sigma Castell:
I scribble J onto the wall outside my flat and walk inside, dragging a comatose Zombie behind me.

There is roughly 36.33% chance the police force or whatever they have is going to get after you.

Greenstarfanatic:

I begin washing off all the blood.

Greenstarfanatic:

(glad to have you :D)

"Pffffft" I snerk as I strip down to my undergarments and walk out onto the balcony. I switch the power hose up to full, and blast myself down with the icy water. Red washes from me and pools about my feet,, dripping through a grill onto the balcony below mine.

Sigma Castell:

"Pffffft" I snerk as I strip down to my undergarments and walk out onto the balcony. I switch the power hose up to full, and blast myself down with the icy water. Red washes from me and pools about my feet,, dripping through a grill onto the balcony below mine.

Don't say I didn't warn you when it happens. Or when it doesn't happen. Whatever works.

I step out of the shower, wearing my shirt and jeans.
"We should probably wash the blood off our clothes, too..."

Greenstarfanatic:

I walk back into the living room, soaking wet and trailing drips of water across the carpet.
"Blood doesn't come out of clothes. Seamstressing 101. The hemoglobin bonds to the fibers."

"Well, shit."
I put my hoodie back on.

"Yeah you might want to burn those" I say, as I open my wardrobe and browse the masses of clothes I've stolen in the past three hours.

John stands in Sigma's apartment, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Christ what have I gotten myself into." He mutters.

"A murder-arson-robbery-petty larceny ring." I say to John, before removing and tossing my hoodie and jeans on him, and going through Sigma's clothes.

"Well that's just fucking peachy." John says sarcastically, tossing Trilby's clothes over his shoulder.

I return wearing another hoodie and a skirt because why not. Now in my inventory are various other pieces of clothing.
"So... who exactly are you?"

I grab my clothes and walk into the bathroom.

Two minutes later I walk out looking fine as hell.
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"You have no idea how many fancy shops I had to hold up to get all this stuff."

I ask Sigma the ever important question.
"Did you pick up a mask?"

I start going through Sigma's drawers for some knives.

"I have many a mask my friend go check the mask cupboard"

I go into the mask cupboard.
"...Why are there so many fetish masks..."
I eventually find one that can be deemed suitable.

"You look spectacular" I say as I stuff the crying toddler into the airing cupboard and lock the door.

"Mwhy this smo f-mucking tight..."
I instantly regret my decision and rip the mask off.
"Oh god Sigma, what are you doing?"
I unlock the door and retrieve the toddler.
"Can we leave it in a fire station at least?"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahah
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
I take a breath.
"hhhhhhHAHAHhHAHAHhahhahahahahah. Nah hes fine"
I take the kid back from Zombie and walk over to the balcony.
"Fly little one...be free!"
I throw him feet first as hard as I can. Surprisingly, he doesn't fly.

I finish stealing Sigma's knives and sigh.
"Maybe we should leave. Like... now."

"Oh come on literally nobody saw that," I say as I pear over the balcony at the red smear far below.

"I meant to get money."

I turn to Trilby.
"Good idea. Lets go find jobs!", I say, before falling asleep.
(night guys)

I clap sarcastically.
"One of you guys carry him."

"..."

"Alright, give me one good reason why the baby murderer shouldn't be waking up from his nap." John says, his knife seeming appearing in his hand.

"Hey! I don't think I have your name in my database!"

Green says to the guy talking about D&D.

Greenstarfanatic:
"Hey! I don't think I have your name in my database!"

"The name's Marcel. It's a French name."

"Marcel...

ACK! I KNOW OF A MONKEY BY THAT NAME.

AHHHHHHH!"

He wheels away, arms flailing, and hides behind a nearby tree.

"Excuse me miss you look very pale do you need to sit down?" I ask the new arrival.

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