Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160305121005/@comment-26826553-20160321113942

(When they finally settled on a position far away from the police, they began to work for alms again.)

Mama Golds: Well, there are some people who just don't appreciate music. *sets the guitar down*

Bloomie: Oh...what do we do now?

Mama Golds: You're going to have to make people feel sorry for you. Look pitiful. Look like you're in pain. Cry if you can. Just do anything to make them pity you.



Bloomie: Oh...I can do that, mama...*gets in trash, gets down on the road, & began to sob* Alms...please, give us alms *sniff*...My stomach hurts, my little brothers have no one to feed them *sniff* & they are all sick *sniff* please, give us alms. WAAAAH!!!

 (It wasn't hard for Bloomie to act & cry. Her life was pretty much always ready to crack, & she was using the pressure to her advantage. What was unbelievable was the fact that she was lying, something Mama Golds did not even teach her yet. It just proved how smart & adept the kid was, ready to do anything to survive...)



 Carrie: So, Pops, what mission is on now?

 Terminator: For Zomboss, the problem in the future is the 'catastrophe' he calls "The Bloom", when the population of the plants tripled in number. The reason for this is a certain individual who increased the health, economy, & the overall life of Suburbians, especially fertility, given her immense amounts of solar energy. Today, within this time, November 2081, Zomboss plans to target that certain individual while she is still a child, in order to prevent it from happening.

 Ewen: Oh, typical, f***ing up the timeline to bend in his favor...

Terminator: In this time, he sends several cybernetic organisms to terminate her. Thirteen years from now, he will send a Terminator 1000 unit. But, in the far future, 257 years, 9 months, 11 days, 6 hours, 15 minutes, & 38 seconds from now, he will send a cybernetic organism far more advanced than previous models...

Carrie: A new terminator? What?...Ok, hold that thought, I'm hungry...

Ewen: But you're a ghost!

Carrie: What does it matter, Ewen? I'm just f***ing hungry, damn it. I may be dead, but I still feel something like hunger. Can we just, like, talk this out somewhere else, preferrably in the restaurant? Then maybe we could take a short nap?

Ewen: What?

Carrie: Just kidding. But I really want to eat. Let's just all go grab ourselves some dinner, please.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ewen: Alrighty then! Let's go.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(And the three walked off to some restaurant...)