Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26988423-20151227035120/@comment-17699278-20151230003706

The Ancient Pult Ancestor wrote: ( 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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Superbean: What are you, mate, a vampire?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: Oh man…(pales)

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: Uh…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vincent: (whispering) Violet…

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: So, what’s the deal?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: DNA extraction & manipulation.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Zarles: Nuclear.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ace & Zarles: Huh?

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;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:11pt;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:11pt;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:0in0in0.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;">

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.25pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">//Well, there’s the triple alliance you guys want. I’m not exactly good at this, I didn't really get it right, but I got it rolling.

//I don't know what to say about this plot nor how to say it, but THIS PLOT IS EPIC!!! Also some corrections, Ace wants to give the formula to his clan to empower them. Anyway, back to Suburbia....

Henry: Wow. I can't believe plays these time are repeatable. I just have to watch Season 9 Episode 50 before we start the plan. *continues watching Game of Trones*

Wizlock: The vogue stole something from the nuclear power plant.

Joustalot: I know. Something glowy. I think he would give it to Emperor Zomboss.

Henry: There's a reason I broke the alliance on that bighead. *gobbles popcorn*

Joustalot: I have to call our army here.

Wizlock: Well, I guess the Terminator plant will eliminate them bare-pultedly... but in case...*opens a portal to BWB*

Joustalot: Wrong portal.

???: Yeehaw! *waves splashes to their house*

Wizlock: What the... you again?

Scott: Hey, medieval bros. It's been a long time.

Joustalot: Of all we summon, why Scott the surfer?

// I have used him in many previous roleplays. More BWB characters at the Character I Use in RPs thread.