"Get the Weed Killer"

Films: Day of the Triffids (1962)

Alias: None

Type: Alien

Location: Civilized Area

Height/Weight: Twice as large as an average human.

Affiliation: Evil

Summary: Aren't those cosmic events fun to watch from Earth? Blood moons, eclipses, meteor showers-oh wait, scratch that last one. After the crap that one shower put the human race through, it's best to say they can all get bent.

History: In the greatest meteor shower in recorded history, a vast majority of mankind went blind, and worse, the spores of a carnivorous type of giant plant were dropped on Earth. These were the Triffids, and for them, a rock full of blind flesh bags was their own personal salad bar.

Notable Kills: Nothing special.

Final Fate: Eventually, their weakness to saltwater is discovered when someone takes a hose of it to them. From that point, the invasion of the Triffids comes to a screeching halt.

Powers/Abilities: The Triffids can grow in little time, and come with a venomous barb to paralyze their prey.

Weakness: Fire is annoying to them, but saltwater will cause them to dry up, wither, and die.

Scariness Factor: 2-The thing that gave these hideous plant abominations the edge was that almost everyone on the planet could barely see. But when their weakness was found and everyone recovered, these things became about as threatening as plush toys.

Trivia: -This film was based off a John Wyndham novel of the same name. In that, the Triffids are implied to be either aliens or government experiments taking advantage of their release and the blinding of the Earth.

-The Triffids' name comes from the Latin phrase for "split into three parts" due to the three leg-like roots they have.


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And since they can talk, they have some awful things to say about us.

AUGH! EYES ON A TRIFFID! TAKE THEM OFF! OFF!!!!

Only a sign of things to come.
The Triffid apocalypse has begun.

Wait until they find out about the saltwater weakness.

Really. Eyes do not belong there.

Oh, look. They got opposable thumbs now. We're screwed.

"I knew my aunt's petunias would betray us!"


Did we really need Triffid-Brachiosaur hybrids?!


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