Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160420125318/@comment-26826553-20160605104923

Carrie: *seems to sense Toad's doubts* Your eyes are not tricking you. Pops is one of those mass-produced machines created by Zomboss meant to blend in with society, meant to be a supersoldier, infiltrator, spy: practically a whole army in single machine.

Terminator: I was originally designed for assassination missions. My combat chassis was captured by The Resistance, who reprogrammed my CPU for-

Carrie: Yeah, yeah, okay, Pops...Anyway, yeah, he's on our side. So are these guys.

Dark: *lounging on a couch, rubbing his nearly-fatal wound* Hi. The name's Dark. I'm a Yautja, a hunter from space... Well, I used to, before I became an elite soldier. I was sent here to clear the invasion & restore balance to-

Carrie: Moving on...

Marcus: The name's Marcus Wright. I may be of the same species as those extraterrestrials that attacked you earlier, but I assure you, I have come from the future to clear this s**t up.

Carrie: Good thing you shortened your introduction...Anyway...

Terminator: *flexes skinless hand, his electro-hydraulic servomechanisms whirring* Now listen to me very carefully...

(And then follows the explanation of the prophecy, about the plan to make Earth a good planet to watch by getting it f**ked, Judgement Day, the Super Predators from the future, the terminator PredAliens, bla bla bla.)

Carrie: We're not asking you to fight. We just can't be everywhere at once. There's a hidden terminator factory a thousand miles south of here. There, we can have help.