06-20-2017, 02:05 PM
”Of course I'm a real cop—” the officer pointed a hotdog-shaped finger at the badge pinned over his left shirt pocket, ”—34th Precinct.” Disgust filled his eyes, offended by the notion he could be a phony cop. ”What the hell are you supposed to be?”
”Chill out, Mr. Slave,” the mercenary replied, trying his best to imitate Mr. Garrison from South Park. ”And I just had to ask.” He looked the officer up and down. ”I'm not one to talk—looking like Gimp from Pulp Fiction—but you could double as any machismo that goes to Touché on leather nights.”
And I'm Deadpool! What's your name?”[/b]
”People call me Sleepy,” the officer replied.
”Is it ok if I call you Pimp-C? The 'C' stands for cop—Pimp Cop.” the mercenary asked.
Sleepy furrowed a brow. ”Why Pimp-C?”
Deadpool smiled, and said, ”It's funny for the readers—they'll get it. If they know your character they will, at least.”
”Wha—“
Both of the men's tablets simultaneously alerted them of new notifications, interrupting the conversation with synchronized rings.
The mercenary glanced at Sleepy's book-bag. ”Go ahead, check it. I'm sure we both got the same notification.”
The officer rummaged a hand around in his bag. The sounds of plastic and metal rattled against one another until he pulled out the tablet. He stared at the screen confusingly, but soon his mustache stretched across the length of his jaw with satisfaction as he began peering into the sky.
”Wassup, Pimp-C?” Deadpool eagerly asked.
From his new friend's visage, he knew whatever it was was good. Perhaps Karl approved of their alliance, and had bestowed them with a gift basket (he could use an apple for the vitamins, amongst other purposes).
I think Baron is talking about making a bowl. Bad Baron.
Item drop,” Sleepy answered. ”Right here.”
Deadpool followed his eyes upward. ”Do items come with a tracking number or something, so we can get an ETA on it.”
”Nope, they just drop from the sky,” Sleepy replied. ” Sort of like bird poop.” Suddenly, his eyes flashed wide. ”Here comes something now!”
Deadpool searched the sky, but saw nothing; just rain. ”Where? All I see is falling Karl tears.”
Sleepy pointed, and the mercenary's eyes chased the invisible line it beamed to the parcel seesawing from the heavens. A parachute maintained its gradual decline; through its underside, Deadpool could see the name Syntech stitched into its material.
Immediately, his eyes darted around the scenery. He surveyed each pit of mud, patch of marsh, and rippling wave of water for potential threats. This was Dante's Abyss, the murderkill island of despair. Each item came with the threat of mutilation lurking closely behind like a cheetah hunting a gazelle. No one knew that as well as he did. He used to be the predator.
"Yo, Pimp, when this thing touches down we get out of here ASAP. Hear me?"
The brawny officer agreed immediately with a head nod. Past experiences must have already taught him the cruel lessons of item drops.
”Chill out, Mr. Slave,” the mercenary replied, trying his best to imitate Mr. Garrison from South Park. ”And I just had to ask.” He looked the officer up and down. ”I'm not one to talk—looking like Gimp from Pulp Fiction—but you could double as any machismo that goes to Touché on leather nights.”
And I'm Deadpool! What's your name?”[/b]
”People call me Sleepy,” the officer replied.
”Is it ok if I call you Pimp-C? The 'C' stands for cop—Pimp Cop.” the mercenary asked.
Sleepy furrowed a brow. ”Why Pimp-C?”
Deadpool smiled, and said, ”It's funny for the readers—they'll get it. If they know your character they will, at least.”
”Wha—“
Both of the men's tablets simultaneously alerted them of new notifications, interrupting the conversation with synchronized rings.
The mercenary glanced at Sleepy's book-bag. ”Go ahead, check it. I'm sure we both got the same notification.”
The officer rummaged a hand around in his bag. The sounds of plastic and metal rattled against one another until he pulled out the tablet. He stared at the screen confusingly, but soon his mustache stretched across the length of his jaw with satisfaction as he began peering into the sky.
”Wassup, Pimp-C?” Deadpool eagerly asked.
From his new friend's visage, he knew whatever it was was good. Perhaps Karl approved of their alliance, and had bestowed them with a gift basket (he could use an apple for the vitamins, amongst other purposes).
I think Baron is talking about making a bowl. Bad Baron.
Item drop,” Sleepy answered. ”Right here.”
Deadpool followed his eyes upward. ”Do items come with a tracking number or something, so we can get an ETA on it.”
”Nope, they just drop from the sky,” Sleepy replied. ” Sort of like bird poop.” Suddenly, his eyes flashed wide. ”Here comes something now!”
Deadpool searched the sky, but saw nothing; just rain. ”Where? All I see is falling Karl tears.”
Sleepy pointed, and the mercenary's eyes chased the invisible line it beamed to the parcel seesawing from the heavens. A parachute maintained its gradual decline; through its underside, Deadpool could see the name Syntech stitched into its material.
Immediately, his eyes darted around the scenery. He surveyed each pit of mud, patch of marsh, and rippling wave of water for potential threats. This was Dante's Abyss, the murderkill island of despair. Each item came with the threat of mutilation lurking closely behind like a cheetah hunting a gazelle. No one knew that as well as he did. He used to be the predator.
"Yo, Pimp, when this thing touches down we get out of here ASAP. Hear me?"
The brawny officer agreed immediately with a head nod. Past experiences must have already taught him the cruel lessons of item drops.
Quote:Acquiring item at D10; moving onward to D6
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Dante's Abyss Placings
2015 - 4th
2015 - 4th
2016 - 2nd
2017 - 4th
PVP Combat Record
(One-on-One)
3W - 0L - 0D
3W - 0L - 0D
(TAG-TEAM)
1W - 1L - 0D
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