Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160625020659/@comment-26826553-20160628093559

Carrie: I smell Bill again...

Ewen: Too far, someone else will kill it...

(The beggar with the "end is nigh" sign shatters his wooden board on Bill's head.)

Beggar: THE END IS NIGH FOR YOU, YOU F**KING SPAMMER!!!

Ewen: Yeah, I smell MRF...we're getting nearer...

Carrie: Well, it's either we burst through wall #4 or we find them through legit means.

(VROOOOOM!!!)

(A T-800 punches a PredAlien in the head, his buster drilling through the endoskull, then going haywire (firing like crazy), doing internal damage within the penetrated endoskull & destroying the CPU. With its burning buster slightly deformed due to the molecular acid juice it went through, the unit faced another T-800 PredAlien.)

Dark: So...where's the other help? We can't just be on the defensive forever! We need to bring chaos upon the ones responsible! *stabs a Xenochomper in the head*

Marcus: *second mouth snaps through the head of another Xenochomper* Patience, Dark...

Terminator: *M79 turns to RPG-7* Help will arrive in one hour or less-

Dark: Theoretically, I know, I know, & that is just simply a word for "not sure", you damn robot...

Terminator: *fires RPG-7 at a horde of Aliens* Cybernetic organism.

(KABOOOM!!!)

Dark: Whatever!