Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160625020659/@comment-26826553-20160712134235

CitroCop: *blasts more volts at Ellise before he climbs atop another Plantern, sits on it, coils cable vines around himself & also acts as a Tesla ball...the terminators, given the surge of power, began to push the hordes back, trying to make sure that the PredAlien terminators don't absorb the energy themselves*

//Dark: I felt delirious. I felt like I'm going to lose my sanity. Let me recall my s**tty life...I was born a thousand or so years ago, I became an Elite when I was 50, everyone else thinks that I don't deserve to be an Elite because I'm far younger than the rest of them by thousands of years. Yes, perhaps I am too young. I'm the youngest in the army. I'm a kid compared to everyone else back in Yautja Prime, my home planet. Some believe my legendary grandfather mistakenly believes I am his legitimate grandson. Then I was sent on this stupid suicide mission to stop drug addicts from the future who use machines to do s**t. Then I lose the squad, I work with a damn replicant Xenochomper, a bell-pepper terminator, a ghost, a fire spirit in an earthen shell, & got myself f**ked by a liquid metal PredAlien Queen. To make matters worse, the mastermind got away with his latest piece of s**t. Perhaps I am doomed to fail this s**t.

(The infrared sight of Dark was blurring up. The vague shapes of Marcus screeching, The Terminator firing, The T-1000 spitting, & the collapsing catwalks seemed to fizzle out. He was losing it. Here he was, hanging on the edge, only kept alive by a replicant Alien & a fiery machine, losing great amounts of juice, & there seemed to be nothing he could do about the situation.)