The Throwing Things Thread!, That RP thread no one posted in. Until now. Mate. |
The Throwing Things Thread!, That RP thread no one posted in. Until now. Mate. |
Jul 6 2011, 21:05
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#1161
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Calendar Girl of the Month Group: Members Posts: 2,000 Joined: 7-November 10 From: Somerset, England Member No.: 8,486 |
*Here mark. Take this on your mighty quest *gives a sword* now go annoy the finn and bavarian.*
... I never liked bars. -------------------- Win. Seriously. |
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Jul 6 2011, 21:07
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#1162
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Appointed Olivia Wilde Stalker Group: Moderators Posts: 1,482 Joined: 12-November 06 From: United Kingdom Member No.: 113 |
*Watches Indigo toss a lit molotov at the bar as she casually walks out of the bar*
*Mumbles something along the lines of "oh bollocks" and dives out of the open window into the street* -------------------- -------------------- Heed my words or risk being beaten with a stick then fed to my associate D@V£ The Rules - Most places have rules, these are ours Read them! Moderation Feedback Thread - Let everyone know how much you don't like D@V£ -------------------- |
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Jul 6 2011, 21:30
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#1163
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Gentleman Usher of the Coffee Stain Group: Site Team Posts: 677 Joined: 5-November 06 From: C18.3#C77.2#G63.1 Member No.: 19 |
Evil broad!
*Shakes Witty, gets no response. 'Aright then', he thinks. Checks his map for the nearest train station to intercept Indigo and Mark who's certainly leading her there. Loads his gorgeous custom G3 and a tacticool slingshot, jumps on his tricycle and puts the medals to the blacktop.* It's time to leave this island. -------------------- |
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Jul 6 2011, 21:38
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#1164
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Appointed Olivia Wilde Stalker Group: Moderators Posts: 1,482 Joined: 12-November 06 From: United Kingdom Member No.: 113 |
*Approaches a beach with a 7m RIB covered in a tarp waiting for him. Clambers aboard and heads to another Island somewhere in the world*
-------------------- -------------------- Heed my words or risk being beaten with a stick then fed to my associate D@V£ The Rules - Most places have rules, these are ours Read them! Moderation Feedback Thread - Let everyone know how much you don't like D@V£ -------------------- |
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Jul 6 2011, 21:45
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#1165
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Rifleman-in-Charge Group: Members Posts: 266 Joined: 23-November 06 From: Manchester of the North, FI Member No.: 270 |
*Watches Indigo walk out and the molotov engulf the entrance in flames. Turns eyes onto Mark just in time to see him jumping outside. Murs, walks to grab some Semtex and sets a short fuse, placing the block next to a wall. Lights the fuse and goes to get his stuff from the table. Starts drinking the rest of the Cuba Libre while the fuse burns.*
I was happy having an empty Havana to play around in. :/ This post has been edited by Blackscorpion: Jul 6 2011, 21:46 -------------------- Hakkaa päälle Pohjan poika!
Words were coming out of my fingertips faster than my thoughts could process them in my brains... My plead is for temporary insanity that was caused by permanent insanity of very, very twisted nerve cluster that's called brain matter, that's supposed to be grey but isn't, it's black and has a somewhat sarcastic and dark sense of humor, or lacks it totally. The self-appointed God of Scor Nango. Not an emperor, just... God. |
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Jul 7 2011, 01:05
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Admin Extraordinaire Group: Administrators Posts: 907 Joined: 5-November 06 From: Canberra, Australia Member No.: 18 |
Wakes up wondering what brained him to notice the German is gone. However the very helpful chap has left a helpful scrawl on a napkin tied to his wrist- 'gone to the choo choo, Elliot is here'. Cant fault his sense of humour.
Witty gingerly lifts himself off the ground and walks around the corner to find himself facing the back of a police officer who has just allighted from his vehicle and issurveying the raging blaze accross the street with awe. Hearing more sirens rapidly convering, Witty reverses the Glock, brains the copper, takes his Makarov as a backup and then filches the patrol car. 1960's muscle car converted to a cop cruiser? Hells yes. He puts the pedal to the metal and heads for the railway station, determined tolink up with the Bavarian. Downtown Havana traffic is thrown into chaos as he speeds through the city streets on instinct alone, siren wailing - keeping to the left of the road in his drunken, concussed antipodean state. -------------------- |
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Jul 7 2011, 13:25
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Rifleman-in-Charge Group: Members Posts: 266 Joined: 23-November 06 From: Manchester of the North, FI Member No.: 270 |
Don't forget your role-playing asterisks (*), upside-down-man!
*A loud noise is heard in the adjacent streets as a large explosion rocks the bar, adding to the sound and smoke of a large fire devouring everything in its path. A cloud of dust floats and circles around the hole in the wall as the fire tries to draw more air through the new opening* *Takes a final sip off his drink. Calmly places the empty glass on the still-intact wooden table and starts walking towards the opening. Rifle at ready, he checks the perimeter. Empty. Walks to the street infront of the bar, and sees a figure disappear behind a corner. Decides to follow the only living thing in sight and start jogging towards the street corner.* -------------------- Hakkaa päälle Pohjan poika!
Words were coming out of my fingertips faster than my thoughts could process them in my brains... My plead is for temporary insanity that was caused by permanent insanity of very, very twisted nerve cluster that's called brain matter, that's supposed to be grey but isn't, it's black and has a somewhat sarcastic and dark sense of humor, or lacks it totally. The self-appointed God of Scor Nango. Not an emperor, just... God. |
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Jul 9 2011, 14:23
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Gentleman Usher of the Coffee Stain Group: Site Team Posts: 677 Joined: 5-November 06 From: C18.3#C77.2#G63.1 Member No.: 19 |
*Firing his slingshot at Scorpy to avenge his lost ear.*
You'll never see it coming! -------------------- |
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Jul 9 2011, 15:42
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Appointed Olivia Wilde Stalker Group: Moderators Posts: 1,482 Joined: 12-November 06 From: United Kingdom Member No.: 113 |
*Wonders through open fields to a small abandoned farm and sets up base there*
-------------------- -------------------- Heed my words or risk being beaten with a stick then fed to my associate D@V£ The Rules - Most places have rules, these are ours Read them! Moderation Feedback Thread - Let everyone know how much you don't like D@V£ -------------------- |
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Jul 9 2011, 16:29
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ARCP Winner 2007 Group: Members Posts: 263 Joined: 12-November 06 From: Lake District, England Member No.: 100 |
*Wakes up with a terrible hangover in the burned out ruins of what was once a charming little Cuban pub*
"Bloody incendiaries" *Sets up base made mostly of overturned tables and chairs, makes sure the sawn-off's bombed up and checks the taps are still working. They are. Sorted. * -------------------- OFP/Arma addict turned forum lurker.
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Jul 10 2011, 11:47
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Slightly Mad Scotsman Group: Former .info Serviceman Posts: 718 Joined: 28-September 07 From: Glasgow, UK Member No.: 1,331 |
*strolls through street sipping coffee from the Never Ending or Cooling Flask of Coffee Mk II wondering just how he got here. Noticing the burnt out bar he checks his side for his PX4*
"What a waste...I mean, really?!" *Hearing a shot, turns to see a man getting into a police cruiser and speeding of, packing away the flask and taking his ARX-160 from his back he continues on looking for familiar faces* -------------------- Never before in the history of man, was so much buggered up by so few.
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Jul 11 2011, 22:36
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Appointed Olivia Wilde Stalker Group: Moderators Posts: 1,482 Joined: 12-November 06 From: United Kingdom Member No.: 113 |
*bashes the lock off the thread with a sledgehammer*
-------------------- -------------------- Heed my words or risk being beaten with a stick then fed to my associate D@V£ The Rules - Most places have rules, these are ours Read them! Moderation Feedback Thread - Let everyone know how much you don't like D@V£ -------------------- |
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Jul 11 2011, 23:57
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ArmA.info Sarcasm Society's Slightly Mad Scotsman Group: Former .info Serviceman Posts: 718 Joined: 28-September 07 From: Glasgow, UK Member No.: 1,331 |
*notices the burnt our bar crumble and some car alarms going of with a sudden burst of siesmic activity*
-------------------- Never before in the history of man, was so much buggered up by so few.
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Jul 12 2011, 00:40
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ARCP Winner 2007 Group: Members Posts: 263 Joined: 12-November 06 From: Lake District, England Member No.: 100 |
*Peers through the burned out roof as a giant red padlock goes sailing through the sky.*
"Too much *hic* rum. Sh*t." *Passes out.* This post has been edited by Daniel: Jul 12 2011, 00:41 -------------------- OFP/Arma addict turned forum lurker.
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