Mortal Kombat 3 RP

Umbreon: well shit-

*the entire city is empty*

U: hm.

*Umbreon suddenly falls to the floor with a headache*

U: gha!- f**k-

*He is seeing a Vision of a masculine figure with a rice workers hat. Electricity seems to be flowing out of him*

U: my head! Jesus christ!

???: Go to Oklahoma. Meet a Shaman named NightWolf. He will guide you. I have saved your soul, but I cannot save your life now…

U: chist... *stands*

*Thete is a car conveniently
just sitting there

U: huh. convenient.

*suddenly, a trio of Tarkatans appear… MENACINGLY!!! One spits out a piece of tire from its sharp toothed mouth*

U: ok then-

The Tarkartans charge, their arm blades pointed for umbreon

U: woah woah woah-! *runs*

*Suddenly, there’s gunfire, and the Tarkatans are being gunned down*

U: the one day im not open-carrying!

*The gunfire is coming from a buff pale man who is 5”8-ish, with dirty blonde hair sticking out from underneath a backwards blue cap. He is wearing a SWAT vest and jeans. He is firing with a pistol at the Tarkatans with deadly accuracy, until they are all dead*

U: howdy stranger!

Im sorry, I'm sorry, I just happen to know a decent amount Abt greece's army, cuz one of my friends lives there and his dad's in the 32nd marines

oh neat.

apologies to ruin your fun, but the 33rd is Mechanized Infantry. Greece doesn't have a dedicated sniper group.

f**k off.

??? Turns the gun on Umbreon

“Who the hell are you?”

U: Lt Colonel Umbreon Vanta of the 33rd Hellenic sniper group.

Alright, alright.

let me have this ok-

“Eh… not that hard to own one when no one can stop you driving it off the lot…”

U: i- fair.

They start going at 100 mph

U: damn.

“What’s that? Faster? *VRRROOOOM*

U: *chuckles*

They shortly get close to Phoenix

U: 404 Obsidian drive.

They pull in to find the place ransacked

U: god...dammit. *walks to a very, very secure black metal cabinet, and unlocks it*

??? Draws the gun back

???: Kurtis Stryker, LA Vice… you got the vision too?

U: yeah. hey, you mind we stop by my place? i gto a gun, but id like to pick it up from home.

Stryker: Where’s your house?

U: pheonix.

Stryker: I mean… I guess we could get there…

U: its just a gun- and its on the way-

Stryker: Ight. Let’s take my car.

U: great!

*it’s a Lamborghini

U: damn... i drive a shitty impala.

*The Car is looking really cool*

U: *yoink*

*The car go vroom vroom until you are now in Iowa, as you run low on gas*

(U lived in Vegas)
U: shit...

(Very well. Get Arizona’d bitch)

GAS STATION!!!

U: *pulls into a Buc-ee's*

It is, for the first possible time in existence, empty, save for the cars lined everywhere without owners

[as a Texan… hell yeah!]

(i live in colorado, we just got a f**king buc-ees.)
U: *refuels, nabs some of the brisket sammiches, and a few brownies*

when he gets back, his car is destroyed

U: BRUH.