TF2 RP,Joke ocs allowed.

Green Impostor: Are you that f**king dense that you walked into my bomb?

Ok

Question before we start

Did said person in rp wake up here or just pass out, or something else?

(There's a book in the trash can that looks interesting)

110 looks at it. “Well, I guess not everything’s trash in here.” He pokes at it, but doesn’t do anything else.

(For a split second,you hear an explosion,then find yourself back wherever you were before lol)
(You got the Bombinomicron ending)

(Just a little thing to end it off.)

110 looks around, and puts the trash can lid over his head again. “I’m done.” He says.

Depends on how you want to start it

Ah, ok. Gotcha.

110 is asleep, beside a rock. He’s completely unaware of what’s going on. He’s just sleeping. He turns to his side, and slowly opens his eyes. He closes them again midway, because he’s too tired. “Fluffy unicorn…”, he says in his sleep.

(Suddenly,you hear a war cry followed by screaming)

110’s eyes slowly open. “What the…” His eyes completely open. “Where the- How- What-”

(Suddenly,you see someone's head go flying right past you)
(Image for reference)

110 watches it fly past, and is too confused to move. “I’m stuck here and I don’t know why and now heads are flying from every direction why am I here oh god oh god-” he curls up into a ball to hide from everything going on. “Whyyy did I bother falling asleep in the back of the truck and how did I get here-”

???:Aye,they're gonna have to glue you back together.(He's talking to once was somebody,now blown to bits)

“Okay, stay quiet. Some dude wielding a germane launcher isn’t a problem for you right now. Your problem is that you fell asleep, and woke up in the middle of nowhere. Just stay behind this rock. Yeah. I’m gonna stay behind a rock and hope that I’m not blown to bits.” 110 thinks to himself, still curled in a ball.

*grenade

(Suddenly,you hear a rocket launch and the guy who was talking gets blown to bits)
??? Number 2:Nice try short pants.

“Well, I’m screwed.” 110 says to himself. The man who murdered the previous guy hears this, but doesn’t know if he’s just imagining it.

(As you're wondering,nothing happens.

110 grows a bit hungrier. “Hello? Anyone there? Um, I don’t know who any of you are, but please don’t hurt me.” 110 calls out, in hopes of someone actually being there to help.

(Suddenly,a sandwich comes flying from out of nowhere.)

(Dude, it’s been more then 24 hours. I get if you have a lot of notifications, but still.)

(Sorry)(Anyways,there's basically nothing that's gonna happen unless you explore lol)

(Ah, ok.)

110 takes a bite, and it doesn’t taste like anything. He feels better, but it’s just texture. Eh, at least it helped him feel better. 110 keeps walking around, and there’s nothing. Nothing at all. He looks around and around, but nothing. It’s 9 at night, and nobody’s there. “Well, this sucks.” He says, kicking a pebble. He pokes one of the pints a bit, and it doesn’t do anything. He just wanders around, wondering how the heck he’ll get back to where he needs to be. “Hello? Uh, people? Anywhere?” He calls out. He waits for a response a little longer.

???(Heavy French accent person):Why ze faq are you in ze trash?
???:(Drunken noises)

110 just sits there, like a deer to headlights. “Um…” he tries to think of what a raccoon sounds like, to get out of this situation. “I’m uh…”

(Suddenly,wizard)???:BONUS DUCKS-(And now,you're randomly in some spooky looking place.)

The trash can is still there, and 110 decides to stay in it. “Goodbye world. By coffin is a trash can and my belongings are prices of junk.”

110 honestly doesn’t know what’s going on anymore. “What?” He gets a little closer, and picks it up. “Um, thanks, whoever dropped this.”

??? 2:Huh-Hey,what are you doing here,this is a very deadly place to be-

“I can see that-” 110 stops talking midway, realizing he saw him. “Um… heya?” 110 looks at the man in fear of becoming a meat firework. Or in other words, explode.

??? 2:I can assure you I will NOT turn you into a bloody pile of blood!

110 sits there in confusion, but is glad. “Huh. I guess I got worked up over nothing.”

??? 2:Anyways,get going.

“Get going where…?” 110 asks. “I think you’ve got the wrong person, because I fell asleep, might have fallen out of the back of the storage area of a big truck, and fallen here. Last thing I remember is going to sleep in there, and I don’t know you.” 110 laughs a bit. “Oh, me, someone else, pretty funny stuff. I mean, this body isn’t that easy to come by.” However, he’s practically a walking twig.

??? 2:I meant leave-OH WHATEVER-(He quickly rocket jumps away,and hits some random sniper with a shovel while he's falling,seemingly instantly either killing or knocking out the sniper)

110 waits there, silently. He stands up, and leans against the rock. “Now how do I get back to where I need to be? Eh, might as well just stay here and wait until everything’s over.” He continues to lean against the wall.

I meant to say rock and not wall-

(12 hours later,you hear a giant explosion,and see a giant smoke pillar)

110 feels pretty hungry, and decides to find a way out of here, but he’s in the middle of nowhere, and doesn’t have any money on him. He notices the smoke pillar, but it’s really late at night. 9 o’ clock. “Should I go?” He asks himself.

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