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I’m sorta at a loss of what to do. The rp community for this franchise is definitely dead but I don’t wanna delete the account. I also don’t know where to find prompts for ask related stuff so idk what I’m gonna do.

Day. . . Six[?] of trying to connect with people. Zilch. I’m starting to think I’m the last man . . . Kid . . . on earth. . . Oh man, that’d blow!

Listen . . .

If anybody’s out there throw me a line would Ya? A ask. A simple hello. Something- anything- to work with!

I wanted to make another quick post to sort of clarify a difference. I have two blogs themed around 80s/90s sci fi, horror- and mainly terminator.

This one, is a rp blog(however mainly inactive it is.) this one is for all my ooc stuff like art, fic’s , ramblings and posts etc.

I think I made this blog a few years to late from the height of similar themed blogs. But if anyone is out there… please feel free to interact, we can start something. I dunno if your as in the void as I am but it’d be cool

Anyone who’s blog is , or are into Terminator , 80s horror/sci-fi - little bit if 90s. This is a call,

Is anybody out there?

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The boy scurried across the motel parking lot with a dragons hoard in his arms. Coke cans , chips, candies , anything the vending machines could provide. He grinned like a idiot, not thinking about the consequences. He could only think about when he got back to the room and could devour it all. Relax. It’s healthy. He needs this. He’s a growing boy after all.

“Relax , will Ya? It’s totally safe.”

John doesn’t use guns. He hates them. Even in the worst case Scenario it’s not him who fires. He handles them fine and knows how to use just about any weapon his mom knows, he’s actually a decent shot but just refuses to use them. Luckily, he doesn’t have to in most cases or till his far older.He’s settled in his place of practically being the professional reloader.His ultimate rule is never to take a human life…

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. . . Hello?

Is anyone out there. C—-C-Can anyone see this? If your getting this message I need h….8eL…*! —

… Please. |

The laptop sparked and fell apart in the boys hands. “Piece of junk!” He cried. It was another dud in a long line of scraps. Computer’s he’s whipped together from dumpster part’s or abandoned Chips. Quick, simple and traceless. Or should he say useless. John had been trying to make contact with anyone outside of his little world for months and was starting to lose hope.