Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160403145704/@comment-26826553-20160407045239

Onslaught210 wrote: Silverbolt: Has anyone ever had a time that they felt like giving up on something, even if the case wasn't severe?

Alpha: *Flashbacks to him as Slingshot* Don't talk about that... Carrie: I remember s**t like that. But it was just because I cannot come into terms with my destiny...I remember, I was tired, I was weak, on the verge of collapse, both physically, mentally, & emotionally (ghosts can feel all those s**t)...And Pops just kept training me beyond my limits...I was just a dead 13 year-old back then, who couldn't handle the fact that her dad is dead, she is dead, she is (literally) invisible to almost everyone, even to her best friend, & those who do see her are either out to kill her or protect her & force her path towards a responsibility she couldn't & wouldn't accept.

(Flashback)

Carrie: *panting* Why does it have to be me, why me?! You know what, I quit this s**t. I can't do it anymore. Just leave me here. I'm not the one you want. You're - you're wasting your time.

Terminator: Incorrect, Carrie Myers will lead the Suburbians to victory.

Carrie: *sobbing* BUT HOW?! WHY?! WHY ME?!

Terminator: You are Carrie Myers.

(Flashback pause)

Carrie: Man, I wish he made a better comment, like "Because you're Carrie Myers, duh!". That was so far one of the most robotic s**t I have ever heard Pops say.

(Flashback play)

Carrie: Will you stop saying that?! Why the hell do you keep feeding me that f**king bulls**t.

(The Terminator, who was in front of Carrie, then turns around, facing her, & walks towards her)

Carrie: Ewen may be my best friend, but I'm not gonna be his wife! I'm dead, he's not my type, & he cannot even sense a bit of my presence anymore! I can't even f**king kill a f**king ogre, Pops! Look at me! LOOK. AT. ME! I'm not this stupid Ghoulbuster leader the future says I will be! I have an afterlife, & I wanna spend it without that s**t! I'm not a leader Pops! I never was! I never will be *choked by The Terminator & lifted upwards* Let. Go!

Terminator: You're right. You're not the one I want. I'm wasting my time.

Carrie: *sobbing, her weak, broken expression turns into anger* F-f-f**k you! You f**king machine!

Terminator: *drops Carrie, & walks back to his old position* Better.

Carrie: W-what? You were just d**king with me?!

Terminator: Anger is more useful than despair.

Carrie: *clutches her throat* What? *coughs violently*

Terminator: Basic psychology is among my subroutines.



Carrie: If Pops never did that, I would have never become a leader. Suburbia would have fallen, & I would never learned to take the responsibility & never stop fighting.



(Basis for the scene is here)