PLEASE NOTE: Only join this role play if you are a Tremors fan please. I would also like this to be a pretty advanced role play, and I would like to RP with people I haven't been with before.



Concentration. That was all that could be seen on his face. He perched silently on the rock, his shot gun in his hand pointing at the soil. Actually, he was pointing his gun at a sonic watch. It was a well-known fact now that Graboids were drawn in by those sonic watches and they were effective Graboid hunting equipment. Diego narrowed his eyes, waiting patiently. He knew there was one around, his machine said so. So where the hell was it?

It had been fifty years since the last Graboid epidemic. Since then, a new gun maniac had appeared. He was from Spain, and he owned a rather extensive arsenal in his basement. His name was Diego Talzeros. He had fought the creatures in isolated cases and knew how to deal with them. This was yet another isolated case, but one that had been causing trouble for weeks. Ten people dead, herds of cattle slaughtered, roads caved in - all because of that damn Graboid.

The man sighed and adjusted himself slightly, which seemed to trigger a chain reaction. A plume of dust shot up in front of him and that all familiar stench almost made him puke. He gagged for a minute before looking up at the creature that was rearing up over him, ready to topple over onto him and devour the flesh from his body. The man laughed out load, locking his gun and taking aim. "Why, hello there, mountain of money," he said with a grin, pulling on the trigger.

Whatever shotgun he had, it was not a normal one. The bangs that sounded from it were, to say the least, deafening. Between the bangs one could hear the insane laughter of the man and the growls of the Graboid as it swayed in the air. It started to topple down, its tongues reaching out to try and find the man. Diego rolled to one side, continuing to shoot and reload, shoot and reload.

About five minutes passed before the desert fell silent again. Diego lay there panting on the rock next to the stinking corpse of the Graboid. He stared at the sky for a few moments before finally starting to laugh. "Fifty thousand," he managed to breathe, getting up from the rock and walking towards his truck.

The seizmograph was quiet, reporting no signs of Graboids. Diego picked up the book he used to record his killings and wrote in the latest record, grinning to himself. It was not a bad job really, kill a creature, fifty thousand dollars. A pity the locations were not so perfect, though. The middle of the desert in Texas was not exactly pleasurable.

The man stepped out of his truck and shook his long black hair from his eyes. He was wearing an army style green t-shirt and khaki pants, that had many pockets. A machine gun was strapped to his back and multiple pistols and revolvers were secured into his belt. "Right, time to get you moved," he said happily, scanning his grey eyes over the carcass of the Graboid for a moment before moving to the controls for the cran on the back of his truck. He had to take the body back to get the cash, which was a smelly job, but a worthwhile one.

This Graboid had caused a lot of trouble, maybe he would get extra for it.