Kazemitsu

Mass Effect: Andromeda

I'm sad. Nothin for me? :c

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

Imma poke everyone til posts happen! -pokes-

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Derp? Still alive?

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

Bloop bloop bloop o3o Yes I make randomness when I'm bored :p

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

I feel like I'm the only one who turtles first then assaults after XD

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

Bigby glanced at someone who spoke up and seemed sane enough to crack a joke. The large man shook his head while tying his weapon to his belt by its leather thong. No not the underwear you perverts, mind outta the gutter. Others were in here, a bunch of people he didn't know. Mostly because he only really came in once a week to grab a few beers or shots and head home. He moved away from the door and kept a wary eye on it, who knew if those things knew how to operate a knob or not. Jack spoke up about dying business and now it's the busiest night. "Hey! I come here plenty, old timer!" He exclaimed while Jack loaded his sawed off.

Bigby took a look around the bar, taking in the people and the objects. Bar stools, bottles of liquor, ashtrays, jars of munchies to work up your thirst, and cigarette machines. He'd never been in the back so he didn't know what was there. "Jack, you got anything heavy in the back?" He asked after the man told everyone to get armed. The big man gestured to the windows and how large they were. "I'd like to make this place safe so while people are gone you don't get fucked over. Shotguns take a little to reload." He said while nodding to the double barreled sawn-off. Already the smith was moving the cigarette machines in front of the window closest to them. Why put in more effort than needed?

Someone spoke up, making Bigby look over his shoulder after he moved the machines. Others were already filing out to get weaponized. "Since it seems to just be me and Jack who have weapons I don't even know if I should go out to look. He's one man with a double barrel..." He said, trailing off at the end. There was a reason why those shotguns were phased out of actual combat and used to threaten. You had two shots before you had to take a ten second reload. Or longer if Jack's eyes were as bad as they looked. "I think it's a little more important to make this place as safe as we can before setting out, wouldn't want my favorite bartender to snuff it." He said, a joking tone towards the end but he was still serious. These windows needed to be blocked so Jack would have the time to get the shots off on whatever tried busting in.

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Rafael

Rafael learned a little bit from the deaths of his minions. They were doing the three second bursts so that their weapons didn't overheat. He didn't know if it was just a functional thing or if the gun would actually explode in their grasp. But he figured it'd just make it so it wouldn't be serviceable anymore. It seemed the robed woman was being a decoy to draw enemy fire. Which wasn't a bad idea if she knew that the group could take out the robots before she ran out of energy. Well assuming she did, he had no clue what she was capable of really. One of the bots from the back abandoned firing and started hammering on the shield with its hands. That was one less gun firing.

The spider girl gave up information about the bots. How if one was destroyed then the rest got stronger. "Then just rip off their limbs before destroying them!" He called back, it didn't take much thought to come to that particular conclusion. His eye crept out of his face and looked around the corner, moving erratically up and down to avoid plasma fire. The one from the far back was gone and it hadn't gone to the left. I've been alive longer than you were even thought of... He grumped before turning while his eye sucked back into his face.

His arm that hadn't gone all whip-like flattened and expanded, turning into a crude looking shield as he went around the corner to his little hiding spot. As he moved up the narrow passage he kept to the left of it as much as the barrels there would allow. Who the hell used wooden barrels when you had friggin robots? Ah well, they could be storage or something. He got to see the 'captain' bot just as soon as it saw him. His whip-arm surged forward in an attempt to rip the gun from its hands while his shield arm was aimed to deflect plasma bolts sent his way. It wasn't his first, nor would it be his last, time dealing with plasma. He hated the stuff since it burned like a bastard.

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

The joys of having muscles and carrying things on a single forearm XD (Just gotta worry about bread and eggs)

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

I just imagined the blond lady to be running like a muppet due to the flailing arms...

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

Bigby sat there in his truck with his eyes closed. He would not get out of his truck and utterly break the person who had hit his truck. The dumbass who had totaled his truck because they couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the road. Multiple tons of metal, plastic, and cloth...and they can't look ahead... He thought before his eyes snapped open. With a squeal of stressed metal he shoved his door open. Well that was good, the metal wasn't welded together from the impact. The other vehicle was smoking while his trucks bed was half collapsed.

"Didn't even touch the brakes..." He muttered to himself while stroking his beard. He turned from the crash to the occupant of the other vehicle and could only see airbag through the window. Hell he wouldn't be surprised if they were dead. That kind of impact could push the engine into the front seats. The airbags started to deflate and revealed something he didn't like the looks of. A person was thrashing in their seatbelt, their lower body crushed like he figured it would be. But the only sound was an oddly savage growl and grunts. The person should have been screaming their head off before succumbing to tremendous blood-loss. A person would survive barely five minutes with both arteries in the legs so messed up. It didn't help the persons eyes were red tinged and milky like the dead.

He could hear sirens in the distance over the feral growls but they weren't getting closer. Actually...the city sounded pretty quiet. The normal din people made was gone. Popping open his nearly destroyed tool chest in the back of his truck he pulled out his normal deterrent of choice. It looked like someone had whittled a log down into a club shape and stuck and X of steel down its center to make a wooden flanged bludgeon. To hold it together so it didn't split were metal bands that had charred the wood. There wasn't a law against having a weapon, it was always about concealed weaponry.

"Well if they have a problem with it I'll just ask for an escort..." He muttered. The city was making him feel uneasy. It had this air of panic and fear. Thanks for the empathy mom.... He thought as he started a light job towards his favorite bar. He looked at the closest street sign and made a note that he was on Ennerdale Street. Up ahead on the right was the rear of the police station, so he'd be coming up on Fisson Street soon.

When he took the turn onto Fisson he gave a slow blink. Up ahead was a single person sort of wobbling while stationary in the middle of the road. "Bit early to be that wasted ain't it?" He called out while eying his surroundings. The figure ahead turned slowly and the more that was revealed the more Bigby didn't like it. The front of the person was drenched in still gooey and fresh blood. A gurgling groan came from the creature as it started shuffling towards him with arms outstretched. Its hands clenching and unclenching, the digits caked in more blood and other things the smith didn't want to think of.

"Yeah, no." He said before quickly darting around the shuffling monstrosity. He was not the police nor was he a doctor. He had no idea what the hell was going on but he wasn't going to just bludgeon a fucked up person to death. He was by far the faster of the two and it was easy to lose whatever the person was. Gunshots echoed off in the distance, that was a true rarity in Raccoon City. This got him to get his hustle on. It took him a few minutes from a good run to get to the bar. He pushed open the door and went inside before closing it behind himself. "The hell is going on out there..." He huffed while wiping some sweat from his face. He was so not big on running, but sometimes you had to.