[Video] [Transmission Originating From: The Junkpile]

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[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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[darthmalgus]

Fools sit around and question the ideals of fate, those who succeed are the ones who move forward and make their own destiny.

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And only fools believe they are not bound by their own obligation and nature, fate be damned!

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[darthmalgus]

Nature is an illusion. We become who we want to be. We do things to see if we can not out of obligation of whether or not we should.

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Personal obligation bounds us all, those who do it out of what should be and should be done is out of that same obligation or to defy it.