Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160420125318/@comment-26826553-20160422035219

(The black ooze splattered on a section on Suburbia's borders. In an hour, the people in that area suddenly began writhing. Their chests burst, revealing normal Xenochomper drones. To be honest, many people were affected.)

Super Predator Captain: [Hehehehehe]...*rubs leaves (hands)* [Judgement Day is going underway...]

(Cheering erupted in the Super Predator ship)

(6 AM)

Carrie: Whoa, it's still dark...

Ewen: Good thing we don't have to f**king find another terminator factory...

Dark: Is it always this dark on your planet?

Carrie: Thias must be your first time on Earth, eh?

Dark: Yes...

Carrie: Nah, must be stormy. It's the middle of summer, & things aren't always like this...er...what's your name? We've first met six hours ago, & we haven't even known each other.

Dark: Ah, me...My name is *makes a bunch of clicks, growls, & lion roars*, but since your tongues probably couldn't pronounce it, then let's say that my name translates to "Midnight". You know what, just call me Dark. Take note, it's Dark, not dork. I had enough of that bulls**t in Yautja Prime.

Carrie: Ok, Dark (DORK!), my name is Carrie Myers, this is my husband Ewen, & that guy on the wheel is Pops.

Dark: Wait, what, you gave it a name?

Carrie: *rolls eyes* When you say "Pops", it means dad.

Dark: You refer to him as a dad?

Carrie: He's modeled after my real dad.

Dark: O_O (I won't ask s**t anymore...)

(The Terminator stops the RV)

Carrie: Ok, here we are...*looks at the small house on top of a small hill*