[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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[rotafortunae]

Are they? We hardly choose our histories, those who came before us, our ancestors; again, cards merely dealt to us. You start life with a bad hand, and you've got to take it as it comes. Choosing to play a hand as a straight man, choosing honor and duty, well, that's a gamble in itself, and one way to play the game. Or you can choose to be a little more capricious, a little more daring, play it further from the chest.

In the end, really, it's all just a game. Honor and duty, too, just a different set of rules.

[herodecoded]

Games are the work of manipulators and charlatans. Soon their capricious games turn on them and they ultimately fall.

[rotafortunae]

Well...

...

I'd be lying if I said you didn't have a good point.

[herodecoded]

There was one who gambled with high stakes. He almost won, but in the end his reward was humiliating.

[Well, he hopes.]