Colosseum The Riot

[Lord Bradorian]

No real plot. There's a huge riot going down in downtown LA and people are just going down and knocking the shit out of one another. It's a bloodbath.


NO CS


NO CHARACTERS OTHER THAN HUMANS


That's about it. Just post as you're coming down to the riot, and start picking fights!

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Kurt roamed through the rioting streets with a baseball bat in his hand. A pair of police officers walked past them, one holding the other in his arms as he was wounded with several bludgeon wounds. Kurt figured those weapons on them would be useful...The one carrying the other was only lightly damaged, but he figured he could change that. Once they had walked past them, Kurt runs up suddenly and slams his bat over the skull of the healthy police officer, sending him stumbling and dropping the other cop, before sending another smash against the guy, this time his ribcage, sending him down. Once he was down, Kurt send two more strikes with the bat into the officer's head, knocking him unconcious. He then turned to the other, wounded officer as he reached for his M9, and put a boot against his nose, rendering him barely able to move. Kurt carried on to collect the two M9s and a total of six magazines for the M9s off of the two police officers, not killing either, and then continued roaming the streets of the riot, watching the hellish scene unfold.

 

[Quit]

It's time to kickass.
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He walked down the street with 2 AK-47's and a sword.
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He a group of 5 drunk people, pissing on his property.
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He shoot 4 of them, and killed the last one with his sword.
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He countined killing people while walking down the road with his AK and his sword.
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His armour was full of blood.
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The police tried to kill him. The opposite thing happend.
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It was going to be an long fun day.
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[ThatSeborganSushiRoll]

   Vic ran through the streets, trying to find a car he could just grab and get the [children's zone!] out of LA. He turned a corner and ran into some guy with a knife, the man lunged at him, but he leaned against the wall. Vic grabbed the knife and ran. Now he could defend himself. Good. He ran towards a car dealership his friend Ryan owned. He arrived to see it in flames and Ryan barely surviving 2 guys attacking him. Vic ran over and stabbed one in the back, Ryan hitting the other one with a wrench, then kicking the body. Vic looked at Ryan and smiled, but he was gone. he looked down to see his friend lying on the ground with a gunshot wound. He bolted, hearing the shots behind him, it was some kind of, combine!?!?

 

[Quit]

The new most wanted serialkiller still was good, but could not held so much longer: An big wave of S.W.A.T. arrived, trying to stop him.


He whold kill all of them even tho he whold die too, but running away and THEN killing others...he spread more blood with that. He ran in an alley, hopening they wholden't find him. All of these humans....they must die. His mind was creepy enogh, and this was his chance to let it out.

 

[ThatSeborganSushiRoll]

Two SWAT vans would drive by Vic, heading towards where he saw the strange combine. He kept running towards the city limits, but they were still 12 miles away. Damn, why was LA so big!? He turned a corner to see a huge fight, no way he was heading into that. He kept walking down the street, but because of the detour, it would be about an hour and a half until he was away from town. What was he going to do!?

 

[Quit]

''Damn''... he says. He still hides in the alley. A swat comes in and he slilenty takes him out. More then come, and he knew: No where to hide, no where to run, just flesh and guns. He starts shooting at everything near him. Cops, Civilians...whatever lives. He then steals an S.W.A.T. vehicle and drives out of there. He even hits some people with the car. Even better: He now heard the police speacking to each other, planning to stop him. Perfect.

 

[ThatSeborganSushiRoll]

Vic heard screams behind him, he looked back to see a speeding SWAT van running people over. It was coming straight towards him! He jumped, and somehow landed on top of the van.

 

[Fizh]

Jordan clenched her teeth and a crow bar came bearing down onto her, the man behind it pushing it down onto the pipe she was using to block it with, with an impossible amount of force. Letting out a yell and throwing out her legs, she kicked him between the legs and smashed him in the face with her pipe the second he buckled over. "Take that, you sick son of a bitch." she muttered to herself as he collapsed, the blood pouring from his forehead running down his face and over his glazed eyes.


The kill, it had felt... good. Like the right thing to do. Jordan didn't feel an once of remorse, and that scared her. Her eyes widened as the reality of what she had done sank in, but the wall of sadness never hit her. Killing, it had felt one. Hundred. Percent. Natural.


"Damn," she muttered, bending down to wrench the crowbar out of the man's lifeless hand. Jordan turned around, and left the scene of the crime, the crowbar screeching against the cement as she dragged it along. She pushed a lock of straight blonde hair out of her hazel eyes, and continued the proud march down the sidewalk, ignoring the blood on her white tank top. She would face conflict again soon enough, she could feel it.


The real riot, it was only a block away. She had just encountered an outlier.


(( Aayyyy folks~ Seems I'm a little late for the party. ))

 

[KRONOS]

There I stood amidst a raging crowd of angry citizens, pondering to myself," I need a snickers bar...".

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Kurt continued to roam through the winding streets of L.A, now getting into a bit more of a ghetto. Gunshots rung out here, more than was usual for the other parts of rioting LA. A Ferrari begun speeding toward him, from up the street, it's headlights blinding him. "Fuck!" Kurt shouted, pulling out an M9 and launching three shots into the car, missing the driver, before diving to get out of the way. After he had dived, the car is followed up by a band of approaching thugs. "You came to the wrong place!" One states, leveling a revolver Kurt's way. Kurt doesn't have time to recover the M9 he was using to fire upon the car, due to it clattering away and the ensuing pressure from the gunmen approaching him. So he just got up, and sacrificed the gun for his own hide. He sprinted behind a house, several shots ripping through the wood it's built from, and pulls out the second M9. "You're fucking dead!" Kurt shouted from behind cover, sticking his arm out around the corner and firing several shots toward the man with the revolver and whoever else. They stood in the center of the street. He had no idea why they wanted to kill him - but he could only guess they were just trying to protect their neighborhood. In the last few days, L.A had turned into a battlefield - there was just people killing people, killing cops. The National Guard should be here already, however, rumor has it that heavily armed bands of so-called "Los Angeles Militia" was keeping them at bay. Soon enough, all the cops would be dead, or too scared to show their faces, and L.A would never stop being a hellhole - unless the National Guard broke the Los Angeles Militia's grip on the access points to the city, or the Los Angeles Militia came in, got to their senses, and helped the police put down the chaos.


LET'S GET THIS GOING AGAIN BOIS

 

[Lord Bradorian]

@Fizh @Kronos @ThatSeborganSushiRoll @[QUIT]Freemankiller

 

[Lord Bradorian]

@Fizh@KRONOS @ThatSeborganSushiRoll@[QUIT] Freemankiller ☣

 

[Ryanblorpblorp]

Ryan (me) walked down the streets, fists clenched. "Ok, time to slap some faces" and slapped some random drunk guy with a glass bottle who said "Crap! You stupid, fuckin' son of a-" and the random drunk guy fell backwards into a priceless car.