PostTurkeyMadness: MidTerminator
Thanksgiving was good.
Specifically, the turkey which totally didn't have any buckshot or birdshot left in it like last year was nice and juicy, cranberry sauce was great, and the stuffing was the best that Stove Top made.
All in all, a good feast.
Even better, John stole kept a lot of the leftovers, specifically the turkey, so that his turkey coma lasted far more than just the usual one day.
Which is why, upon venturing out to get materials for his Egyptian Arcaeology assignment, John wasn't as aware and diligent as he normally was... much to his detriment.
For, laying in wait, was........... a gremlin.
Which promply bit John.
Who promplty smashed the thing against the wall.
Which promptly splattered. (the gremlin, not the wall. the wall just turned a bit emo.)
"Ow! You green fuckwad! Sonofabitch, that hurts." John started rubbing his wrist, where he got bit.
Suddenly, his vision... changed. Became reddish with lots of HUD information.
He stalked back inside his room and emerged a minute later, clad in leather motorcycle pants, leather jacket with metal all over it, black t-shirt, leather engineer boots, and sunglasses.
He hummed a bit as he strode.
John Connor, the midTerminator.
Specifically, the turkey which totally didn't have any buckshot or birdshot left in it like last year was nice and juicy, cranberry sauce was great, and the stuffing was the best that Stove Top made.
All in all, a good feast.
Even better, John stole kept a lot of the leftovers, specifically the turkey, so that his turkey coma lasted far more than just the usual one day.
Which is why, upon venturing out to get materials for his Egyptian Arcaeology assignment, John wasn't as aware and diligent as he normally was... much to his detriment.
For, laying in wait, was........... a gremlin.
Which promply bit John.
Who promplty smashed the thing against the wall.
Which promptly splattered. (the gremlin, not the wall. the wall just turned a bit emo.)
"Ow! You green fuckwad! Sonofabitch, that hurts." John started rubbing his wrist, where he got bit.
Suddenly, his vision... changed. Became reddish with lots of HUD information.
He stalked back inside his room and emerged a minute later, clad in leather motorcycle pants, leather jacket with metal all over it, black t-shirt, leather engineer boots, and sunglasses.
He hummed a bit as he strode.
John Connor, the midTerminator.