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Let's play a little game. It'll be entertaining for some, something that I've been working on for a while. And if not, well, it might prove to be an interesting exercise anyway! The last thing I needed was to acquire was a goal.

A bit back, the duly appointed enforcer Ultra Magnus claimed he would arrest me. I found it fairly charming, if not funny. You see, I've been watching the fledgeling 'police force' form, gauging just how effective it is, and so far I'm really not all that impressed. The organization could really use some work.

[ The video turns on now, although the room is fairly dark anyway so it's hard to make out exact shapes other than what is closest to the camera. There's Overlord, grin on lips and plating splashed with-- that is definitely energon. He has a chainsaw in hand, but it's not currently on.

He reaches down, picking something heavy off the floor and there's-- a low, agonized groan --as he drags Perceptor (the sniper one) into view, holding him up by his helm so that his face was turned towards the camera... what was left of it, that is. Both the Wrecker's optic glass have been shattered, the inner mechanisms 'weeping' energon down his facial plates. A corner of his facial mesh has been torn away, exposing a large portion of his oral cavity through his cheek, and the helm itself seems to have suffered a pretty nasty cranial blow.

Below the chest is just as bad. It's half out of view, but it appears that most of Perceptor's inside mechanisms, pumps, and hoses, are now exposed and falling out to become his outsides. ]

Let's see how fast you can respond to a crisis. For every twenty minutes it takes to find me, I will remove a limb from him. If you like, I might even show you! If you find me, he's yours. If you live, that is.

I'll give you a hint. [ His fingers trail down Perceptor's frame, then dig in somewhere that makes the mech tense, choke on his own energon, and tremble. ] Deep.

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