Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160420125318/@comment-26826553-20160624140018

//It's fine. Me, I'm just fiddling this thing because I can't get the main act/climax together, well, at least, not until Carrie rescues all the kids she knows & finds your characters...

(A Cowboy Zombie's head pops out of a manhole)

Bill: FIFTY-FIVE BOTTLES OF ROOT BEER ON THE WALL, FIFTY-FIVE BOTTLES OF ROOT BEER! TAPA JUST PROLONGING THIS S**TTY STORY, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT IT TO DIE & BECAUSE HE WANTS A WORTHLESS CORNY SEQUEL! EVERY CHARACTER & DIRECTOR HERE, ESPECIALLY TAPA, IS A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHI-

(The RV runs the head over, reducing it to bloody pulp.)

Carrie: *floats up the building* Great, what's Gildia's unit number...

Ewen: I think its...great, I forgot...

Terminator: *blasts the PredAlien terminator repeatedly with his M79*

T-800 PredAlien: * shrugs off the blasts & leaps at The Terminator, bringing him crashing into the ground, resulting in a crater*

Terminator: *grabs the PredAlien by the neck & hurls it into a street light, which snaps due to the force (don't worry, technically, we shall consider this as an object)*

T-800 PredAlien: *grabs one half of the broken lamp post*

Terminator: *grabs the other half, snaps off the still-glowing head, & hurls it at a random Xenochomper passing by, blowing it up*

(And obviously, the two terminators ended up fighting a quarterstaff duel)

Dark: *gets knocked down by a Xenochomper which leaped on him* F**king b***h! *blasts the beast off with a plasma pulse from his face*

Marcus: *ground pounds a Xenochomper, crushing it, & fires more homing plasma thistles*