Ended Continue the Story: Character Edition

[Walrus]

Simple concept; continue the story. Post whenever. Join in whenever. This is an early iteration of a potential new style of roleplaying I'm developing. Here are the rules:

RULES OF PLAY
1. Post from the third person POV of any character. This can be a brand new character or a character already introduced.

2. One POV character per post. You can do some dialogue and minor reactions from other characters, but each post should be heavily focused on a single character.

3. No double posting (unless it has been 24 hours since the last post)

4. Comments on the game/story should go in the OOC thread ((or in double parentheses))

5. Don't be a dick. Being silly is fine, but taking an established character radically out of character or otherwise "ruining the story" (subjective) will get your post redacted.

6. Redactions and potential rule changes will be discussed in the OOC thread.


Now, to start us off...
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Enter: The Pork & Ham Pub, recently rebuilt after the zombie machpocalypse. Tirin is sitting at the bar, 50th drink in hand, mumbling something about *expletive* and roleplaying. The bartender hands him his 51st. "What's got you troubled?"

"Fantasy Nations RP. Walrus won't post in it." He takes another swig. "He won't do any RP shit..."

Some noise at the door. Tirin looks back at his drink. "Nobody will."

 

[Colonel Thunder]

Zapy bursts through the door.

"Beeble bopple zoopy zap!" he yells. "Penguin nazi astronauts! Flying super ninja monkeys!"

"Off his meds again I see," says the bartender, unamused.

"Hey, check out this Polandball comic!" says Zapy. "It's soooo funny!"

 

[Walrus]

No. This was not the kind of roleplaying that Tirin wanted. This filth...Tirin stood from his barstool, eyes locked with Zapy, small amounts of alcohol slowly bleeding onto the floor from the mug he still held in his hand.

"You wat, m8?"

 

[Tolvan]

Zapy made a finger gun at Tirin, shouting "Bang! Take that! I have an [insert name of high-power WW2 German gun here]!"

 

[Chickenspleen]

Armored men burst into the pub, guns trained on Cosby. An older man in a trench coat walks out from the group. He smirks and lights a cigarette.

"You really thought you could get away this time, didn't you, Cosby? You really thought you could escape my justice by impersonating some nobody?"

The man chuckles and takes a drag from his cigarette.

"I'm sure you think you can just run away again once we've got you all safely locked away."

Out of nowhere the man whips out a sawed-off shotgun, pointing it right at Cosby's forehead.

"Think again, bub."

 

[Walrus]

Damn. Tirin stumbled down to his stool. This was some good ass roleplaying. These shifty gangster cop guys, sliding around town to punish bad roleplayers like Zapy. What a great concept. Tirin couldn't tell what roleplay they were doing or who exactly they were with all the armor and that giant trench coat, but he was already starting to think up a character sheet...

He looked down at his mug, saw the big wet spot on the floor where its entire contents now rested. The waitress stomped over to clean it up with a wolfy demeanor. He turned to the 'tender. "20 mor' drinks! Ths' gon be interesting."

 

[Walrus]

"Tirin," a warm hand touched Tirin's shoulder. Wolfy tried to hide her frustration with him. Drunk again, spilling crap on the floor that SHE had to clean up. A complete mess again...But that wasn't important right now.

"You need to go home, sweetie. It's not safe here." Guns clicked in the background. Wolfy looked up at the bartender; he gave a knowing look as he slid out the backdoor...there was still a pool of alcohol on the floor....she thought about cleaning it...

"Let's get out of here."

 

[Tolvan]

Cosby ripped off another mask to reveal that he really was Zapy after all. Smiling death in the face, he gestured behind the armed men and out the door, where three Panzers were pointing their cannons at the building.

 

[coolpool2]

"If you fire those you are never eating here again." The bartender deadpanned to Zapy after seeing the tanks, clearly annoyed of the shenanigans going on in the pub. Tirin on the other hand in his drunken stupor had already thought of forty-three ways he could mess with Zapy and his tanks. He had already started a drinking game where he took a drink every time Zapy said anything German sounding.

The armoured men however were not amused by Zapy's little trick. One of them pointed his gun at Zapy's face and said "Your bluffing, you wouldn't dare fire those while you're still in the building with us."

 

[Tolvan]

"Either way I die. I got nothing to lose!" screamed Zapy maniacally.

 

[Walrus]

Boom.