Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26988423-20151227035120/@comment-26826553-20151229145010

( Vincent  looks down the sewers. It was dark, mysterious, & filled with murky waters, as usual.)

Vincent: So, we are going *gulp* down there?

CitroCop: In the pitch darkness, yes.

Terminator: You want to abort, do you? What did I warn you from the very first time? Go ahead boy, no one's stopping you.

Vincent: No, I'm not saying I want to leave...(accidentally kicks a white medium-sized stone into the waters)

(immediately, the stone smoked as the waters dissolved it)

Vincent: (very scared) W-w-wait a minute…Is that…acid?

Dynamo Jack: Why, yes, boy. The tasty juice of alien chompers…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Superbean: What are you, mate, a vampire?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dynamo Jack: Why, if I have to suck all that, yes…Then again, even I can’t absorb all that s***…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: Oh man…(pales)

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Terminator: That’s right boy. This ain’t an adventure for you kids. It’s best that you all leave. This ain’t no child’s play here…Marielle, sweety, get the kids out of this bulls***. They’ve seen enough here.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Marielle: Are you sure, honey? We can handle it!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: Uh…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Violet: (shaking)…But dad, we want to go!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Terminator: Are you even sure of that? All of you, or just you?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: (whispering) Violet…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Violet: All of us still want to go, right Vincent?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: (Oh no…But she’s going…I have to go too!) Uh…sure! Sure, w-we all want to go!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Marielle & the kids then shake heads & agree uneasily)

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Terminator: Damn it…Fine. But we all know that we can’t wade in that s***!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dynamo Jack: I can! <p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Terminator: We can’t. And not all of us can fly over it. Plus, with that thing splashing, it’s too dangerous. Ah well…(observes the manhole they are about to enter) I’ll be back…(disappears in a burst of flames…& bursts out of the ground seconds later driving what seemed to be a combo of bus, tank, & drilling machine) Good thing this thing resists acid corrosion! Now hop in, everyone! <p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">(30 December 2081, 12 AM, Zomboss Graveyard #51)

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: (walking around in circles) I really wish I could kill that flaming pea-spitting s***head! I can make Zomboss proud that way! But how…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">???: Well, apparently, somebody wants to destroy some goody-good fools as well!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: (looks around, confused, acid pistol raised) Who’s there! Show you’re a**!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: (emerges from the shadows) It’s me, fool. Now, no time for stupid introductions! I heard that thee really wants to make thy boss proud, & finally eliminate some heroic a**holes. Well, I-

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: Why the hell with the Old English?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: Will thy mouth just shut up! Now, lend me thy ears…I have the perfect plan. These creatures, these alien plants, are the future. Here (shows a pouch, & pours out of it on his hands some purple powder – Predator spores). This is what they, the hunting alien flower creatures from space, f***ing excrete.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: So, what’s the deal?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: Well, here’s the thing. I can give thee these things for free. Go on & make some scientific s*** out of it…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: DNA extraction & manipulation.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: Yeah, whatever the hell thee calls it. Go on & make some abominations out of it to help you. Oh, & one more thing…(pulls out a jar full of extremely volatile energy liquid, a sample he stole from the present-day nuclear plant) Here is something that could ensure that the abominations you spawn will have great strength!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: (sees the jar) THE F***! I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR THAT IN AGES!!! Give them to me, & I’ll ensure some Predator-spawning fun shall happen! (tries to grab the pouch & jar, but Ace pulls the items back)

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: Not yet. Of course, I wouldn’t do this if I have no aims for myself. In return, I want thee to make me a simple thing: a pistol, a simple gun that will shoot these energy-

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: Nuclear.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: Whatever…energy (or nukliyar, as you call it) – boosted alien spores. Of course, the fruit of thy project I shall also have, so I can TAKE OVER HENRY THE DEAD’S KINGDOM!!! HAHAHAHA!!!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: Gee, for a medieval guy, you sure make a lot of sense…Hey, I have a suggestion. Do you have any alien chomper juice? (Xenochomper acidic blood) You see, that will ensure the even greater power of these creatures! What’s better than a Predator-spawning gun? A PREDATOR-XENOCHOMPER-SPAWNING GUN!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace: Gee, does thy brainless skull believe I have stupid cannibal space plant blood with me? I didn’t offer it, SO I DON’T HAVE IT! BE CONTENTED WITH THE S*** YOU HAVE!!!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">???: On the contrary, undead men (like me), I believe we no longer have to worry about that!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace & Zarles: Huh?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Taner: (comes out of the shadows) Xenochomper blood, I believe is what you want, Zarles? Well, say no more. FORM UP SOLDIERS!!!

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">(sure enough, a bunch of Nazi Foot Soldier Zombies enter, guarding & carrying a cage full of Xenochompers, hissing & crunching violently at their captors)

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Taner: Ask,& you shall receive. I believe we have our business – I mean alliance – rolling into place, everybody.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">//Well, there’s the triple alliance you guys want. I’m not exactly good at this, but I got it rolling.