You Can Make It Up: The Terminator Trap
Gabe loves fan fiction. You Can Make It Up features his own personal alternate adventures starring some of our favorite characters.
The Terminator trudged along the wooded path towards the lake, his gun dangling by his side, the taunts still ringing in his hypersensitive bionic ears. He stared at the ground as he walked, and didn't even bother scanning anything with his infrared computer eyes. Summer camp was a total drag. The Terminator hadn't made any friends. No one wanted to be his buddy for afternoon swim. Every time he tried to get into a sailboat, the weight of endoskeleton would sink the whole thing. Just now, in arts and crafts, everyone was supposed to spend the hour drawing something that they liked. The Terminator didn't "like" anything. But he figured that he would "like" to kill John Connor. So he drew John Connor with blood pouring out of a giant hole in his chest. "Oooh," one of the other kids had said, snatching the drawing from under the Terminator's hands. "What's this? A picture of your boyfriend!" Then he held the drawing up in the air and everyone joined in. "Oooh," all the kids chanted, "Terminator has a boyfriend! Terminator has a boyfriend!"
"What's his name?" the child who had stolen the drawing asked.
"His name is John Connor, and I have been sent from the future to kill him," The Terminator said.
"Terminator and John Connor, sitting in a tree!" the kids began to chant. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Shut up," The Terminator said, "or I will shoot all of you children in the face with a machine gun."
But the kids didn't shut up, because of how they can be so cruel. "You're really being jerks," The Terminator said as he slunk out of the arts and crafts cabin dejected and feeling more alone than ever. "I won't be back!" he yelled behind him. He took a waffle out of his leather jacket, which he had sneaked from the mess hall at breakfast for a mid-morning snack, to d some emotional eating, but he realized that Terminators don't eat human food. They are machines, you see.
The Terminator sat by himself on the dock and looked out towards the pontoon dock where kids were doing cannonballs into the water, and two of the counselors were making out. Suddenly, he heard the thudding approach of footsteps. Didn't people understand he just wanted to be alone right now? The Terminator raised his gun to shoot whoever was coming to tease him again in the face when he looked up and saw...ANOTHER TERMINATOR!
It was like looking in a mirror.
"But you...! But I...!" The Terminator said.
"How did you...? But we are...!" the other Terminator said.
They stayed that way for a very long time, just blinking at each other. Well, not blinking, because they were machines. But definitely staring at each other. Then they broke out laughing and gave each other muscular, dangerous hugs. "Mind if I join you?" The other Terminator asked the first Terminator. "Please," the first Terminator said, waving his open hand towards the dock. They sat down and began to gossip about camp. It turned out they both had been having a lot of trouble making friends, mostly because of how they were both robots specifically designed for the assassination and eventual annihilation of the human race. "Also, I hate capture the flag," the second Terminator said. "Tag, I'm out? How about bullet in your 12-year-old head. Now who is out?"
The Terminator nodded.
They had so much in common! In retrospect, the Terminator would never be able to remember who had suggested that they might be related first, which is odd, because Terminators are designed to store every experience in there 40 Gigabyte braindrives, but once they realized that they were twins, it was not long before they had hatched a plan to reunite their parents.
"It's silly," the Terminator said. "I know they still love each other. If we could just make them see that, we could be a family again."
"I also hate how they are divorced!" the second Terminator said.
For the rest of the summer, the two Terminators were inseparable. They sat together at every meal. They switched with a couple of other campers to share a bunkbed in the Silver Fox Cabin, and would talk late into the night by flashlight. Best of all, the Terminator finally had a swim buddy! And all the time, they were working on their plane to get their parents back together.
Finally, it was the last night of camp. The Terminators were distracted at the all-campers bonfire and barely even touched their s'mores (again, they were machines). "Let's go over the plan again," the Terminator said, nervous, but excited.
"We're going to switch clothes, and when our parents come tomorrow, they won't realize that we've actually traded places. Eventually, we will have to conspire to somehow get them together for a candlelit dinner, but once we do that, they'll fall in love, and dad will call off his engagement to that gold digger, and they'll get back together, and we'll be a family again."
The two Terminators traded their identical leather jackets and looked at each other, excited about what they were about to do, but also scared! But the good kind of scared! Also, they weren't scared, they were machines.
The next morning, all the campers piled out onto the main lawn with their Dora the Explorer duffel bags and their Hannah Montana sleeping bags as parents happily scooped them up into their arms. There were plenty of hugs, and tears, some people brought their dogs, and younger siblings who weren't old enough for summer camp yet. The Terminators stood together, scanning the enthusiastic crowd for their parents. But no one came. The crowd began to thin as families piled reunited into cars and headed back to their unbroken homes. The Terminators looked at each other.
"Wait a second," the Terminator said.
"What?" the other Terminator said. "What is it?"
"We don't have parents," the Terminator said. "We're Terminators."
"Oh my God," the second Terminator said. "You're totally right."
They traded their identical leather jackets back. "That's better," one of them said. Then they killed everyone who was still on campgrounds before hijacking an 18-wheeler full of motorcycles and heading towards Los Angeles to look for John Connor and to kill him, together.
Posted by Gabe at 5:45 PM in You Can Make It Up
Tags: Terminator
Let me sidetrack this last post of the day with some chat news!! Did you know there’s a Videogum chat? It’s true! The link is http://videogum.com/chat/
You’re gonna be all like
and I’ll be all like
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I like to think that Brendan Fraser and Tyra are having cybersex. Often.
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My god I had no idea that was Brandon Fraser. Is he really that wide or just in classic HDTV awkward ratio?
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I like that i can't use my regular online identity and have to log in as "goshdamn"
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So there was the VG Twitter list, and now this chat room. The only social networking medium left is a dating site. And after that, do you know what the next logical step is? That's right: orgies.
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Sorry, guys. Orgies are almost always the next logical step for me. I don't keep friends for very long.
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orgygum. ew.
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THIS IS SO SCARY.
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words cannot express how happy I was to see a diney channel original movie (Life Size) reference in a gif, seeing as how my avatar and screename are both DCOM references
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its like you're a monsters all-star. mon-star. AMIRITE!
huh? michael jordan was in a film that used that? aw, MAN!
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This really opened my eyes. All these years I've been ostracizing our Roomba!
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When do they give each other pierced earrings?
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Could that even work? Aren't they made from really strong robot metal that would just bend the pin before it could enter the ear lobe?
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I like the idea that terminators would even have earlobes. I don't even know what mine are useful for, and I'm not a machine! (or am I?) (I'm really not)
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Matthew, don't interrupt! Terminators DO have endoskeletons made of future metal that is really strong, but they ALSO have an external layer of living tissue/epidermis so that they resemble humans. Ipso facto, terminator earlobes would be made of cartilage and presumably piercible.
Unless Gabe's story is about sending back to camp the standard terminator models in the Cyberdyne-controlled future, which have the terminator endoskeleton without the external layer of tissue, in which case it would be impossible to pierce their ears because they wouldn't have ears. Unless these were T-1000 models (liquid metal)...
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Thank you for the correction. Exoskeleton has been corrected to endoskeleton.
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I think you need a fact checker. I would like to offer my services. I work for gum.
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such an arrangement is not without precedent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tviPLpD8VG8
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So bascially... skeleton then.
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I would like to option this story as a feature film, if you don't mind.
I've got a good feeling about the two counselors making out on the pontoon dock. Howzabout we reunite Paul Rudd and Elizabeth Banks circa 2001?
Also, maels and femaels from 8-15 to play in camp kids and counselor kids.
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They stayed in the Roger Sterling cabin!
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I want a khaki hat that says "LAB".
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I cried.
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...and then the director of photography stumbled clumsily into the shot
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IT'S FUCKING DISTRAAACTING
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"...it was not long before they had hatched a plan to reunite their parents."
It wasn't until here that I realized this was basically The Parenator Trap (flawless portmanteau). Is that bad? How good is that compared to other monsters?
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And I just now read the title of this article. Don't mind me, I'll just be the guy failing in the corner.
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I got it from the title of the post, because I am a total LOHANIAC.*
*I am not a total Lohaniac. Although actually her Parent Trap remake was pretty good. She was so charming, so innocent, so pretty and fresh-faced, but with a real spark to her! The ear-piercing scene was genuinely fun and funny. Then, years later, Mean Girls came out, and I saw her on the cover of Rolling Stone, and she was all orangey tan and buxom and come-hither, and it made me so sad. What happened to that pale, clever little girl? If only she did have some kind of titanium endoskeleton—if only she could have absorbed all the pain and abuse of child-superstardom and still been, deep down, that same invulnerable self. But no. All she had in common with the Terminator was that she was, as if she had come to us from the future, now trapped in a time that was not her own: she was famous too soon.
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But what happened to the waffle?
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They stuck together!
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Dude, Gabe, you have out done yourself. I signed in just to stroke your ego. This was most excellent.
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Aaaaaaand I have my new screen name. Seriously this is the best YCMIU since James Franco's blue period.
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Lemonne, why did you change your screenname?
1. That is a violation of the rules
2. Everyone already knows and appreciates you as Lemonne
3. This new name seems faddish, and if you change it again there will have to be consequences!
Obviously, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But please either go back to Lemonne, or really dedicate yourself to this new name. Rules is rules, even when you are one of the good ones!
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I've never changed my screen name before! I hate my old screen name! It made no sense! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
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I told you that One would Narc!
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I got narced on? I assumed my actions would be seen, I make no apologies. You heard it: I AM ONE OF THE GOOD ONES
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I've always liked "Lemonne" and agree that going topical is pretty risky and potentially shortsighted. That being said, if I was you, I'd probably have gone with "The Best Burrito." The more I think about it, the more I want to do it myself. Yum yum yum.
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True, but it just screamed "Hulk Hogan" to me. It was going to be a legit long term thing, trust me. But no more, I'm sticking with lemonne.
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4 LYFE!!!
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You have to admit, "muscular, dangerous hugs" was amazing. Even if you say so yourself. Fine. I'll say it for you. "Muscular, dangerous hugs" was amazing.
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it is a pretty hilarious name!
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My favorite part is where they steal an 18-wheeler containing motorcycles.
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