Angry Eggs [60] Tarred & Feathered

Awesome angry mob! Great work, DG

The messy days of tar and feathers fade into memory, leaving only hardened shells and sharper rage. The air grows thick with smoke, the clang of metal echoing through the dark. A crimson eye pierces the haze, locking onto its prey. The angry eggs brace themselves as the future crashes into their world, and the Terminator steps forward, relentless and unstoppable...