[Video] [Transmission Originating From: The Junkpile]

[herodecoded]

[Dinobot felt in a philosophic mood. So much had transpired from the moment of his death. He was certain this was not the Pit or any afterlife. What afterlife would allow fleshlings? The Maximal had so much to question. If he had already saved history...why do the task of bringing him back again? Why at this point in time?

He decided the best method would be to reach out to the others, to see just what exactly these so-called Primes had brought to this world. Maybe then he could understand their vision...]

Is history a tale told by a fool, or something more? If fate does not write our history, does it matter who does the writing? Must free will be the absence of fate or must it be its tool?

That which I decide be mine or merely the shade of another's work? Does this story's beginning simply involve our resolution?

Oh that this too too solid metal would melt...

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[herodecoded]

If anything, I prevented the destruction of history!

[Getting real pissed off now.]


If it is, it's by your own prying. And if you continues to suggest damaging the time stream, I see no better alternative than snuffing your spark!

[my_own_trope]

How? By showing up here? So very useful of you, I'm sure.

[He just laughs openly at the threat because you can't get him through the link.] And then what? Will you go after all the others? Should we form a line?

[herodecoded]

Though it was not my choice, I shall prevent further damage from blundering megalomaniacs like you!

And you still have refused to share the title of your illustrious works.

[Sarcasm as thick as syrup.]

[my_own_trope]

But learning of my works might damage your precious timestream~! I will give you their titles when you stop cowering behind your nonsense.

Do give me a call when you grow tired of being a protoform.

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