Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160420125318/@comment-26826553-20160531051523

(Smoke cleared. The "comets" were actually seed-shaped capsules - pods! The pods opened with hissing & smoking, & the men inside the pods stepped out - Super Predators! Taller than the average Predator thanks to DNA enhancements, they are darker in color, & they don't share the same codes of honor nor discipline. They all just want to kill for fun. They're here to ensure that Judgement Day isn't thwarted this time.)

Terminator: We have to go now. Colonies of Xenomorphs have invaded Suburbia.

(Scene briefly flashes to Suburbia. A dark mass that looked like a tsunami wave was rolling in the streets. It turns out, the wave is made of millions & millions of Xenochompers, eating, impregnating, & plain destroying. Judgement Day has begun!)

Dark: Seriously?! I'm not prepared for this s**t! Is there even a good news?

Terminator: Dave has determined the coordinates of a terminator factory, 1261 miles south of here.

Dark: What? Is that even important now? Seriously, 1261 miles from here, & in the opposite direction?! Hey, old man, the city's gonna be destroyed!

Terminator: I determined the army-code of the factory.

Dark: Which means?

Terminator: It means that all the terminators inside can be reprogrammed at once...theoretically. There's a 4.331% chance of being able to reprogram all the units inside...with a 4% margin of error.

Dark: We can't waste time on s**t like that!