Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
A humanoid dragon in a suit is standing nearby, his keys jingling as he shifts slightly. He's slightly larger than a normal humanoid, but not enough to matter on Cybertron. He could probably be crushed underfoot if he isn't careful. He seems to be taking notes and making sketches of the battlefield.
Burnout watches them
The too-small-to-be-a-threat gold dragon straightens his glasses. "Your people are very brave."
"We try to be." he says crouching down
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
A humanoid dragon in a suit is standing nearby, his keys jingling as he shifts slightly. He's slightly larger than a normal humanoid, but not enough to matter on Cybertron. He could probably be crushed underfoot if he isn't careful. He seems to be taking notes and making sketches of the battlefield.
Burnout watches them
The too-small-to-be-a-threat gold dragon straightens his glasses. "Your people are very brave."
"We try to be." he says crouching down
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
Burnout is unfazed by this information. "Its war. We all will be turned to scraps at some point."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh mb I'm so sorry* "You looked like you just finished a marathon."
*Your good*
"I just did exactly that. Timed, to be exact."
"What time did you get?"
"Exactly 18.344 seconds, going all around the square twice."
"Wow that's fast."
"Thats my whole point. I hotrodded myself to make myself go at least 400 miles per hour on a completely flat surface without turns." He says proudly.
*Intelligence to see whether you can tell he's exaggerating*
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*Sorry, was asleep then had an early morning zoo trip*
You know he's exaggerating, but you don't know how much.
For the mods eyes only:
He is exaggerating a LOT. He can go 150 at most at the moment
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
Burnout is unfazed by this information. "Its war. We all will be turned to scraps at some point."
"What scares me isn't what is going to happen, it's that you all accept this as if it were the only possibility. Things could be different, but everyone has resigned to war for as long as it lasts. At this rate, it will only end when one side is completely destroyed, and neither group has the advantage. It's a coin toss of unspeakable consequence."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
Burnout is unfazed by this information. "Its war. We all will be turned to scraps at some point."
"What scares me isn't what is going to happen, it's that you all accept this as if it were the only possibility. Things could be different, but everyone has resigned to war for as long as it lasts. At this rate, it will only end when one side is completely destroyed, and neither group has the advantage. It's a coin toss of unspeakable consequence."
"So what? The Decepticons will never accept peace. They want the Allspark to themselves."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
"No. I'm saying that you have lost your way within the Autobots." He says, his optics narrowing "And it will lead you to them."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
"No. I'm saying that you have lost your way within the Autobots." He says, his optics narrowing "And it will lead you to them."
Burnout points at them. "So be it. I'm not choosing sides anymore." he rips off the autobot symbol on his chest.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
"No. I'm saying that you have lost your way within the Autobots." He says, his optics narrowing "And it will lead you to them."
Burnout points at them. "So be it. I'm not choosing sides anymore." he rips off the autobot symbol on his chest.
He stands straighter, more rigid. "So be it." He says, his tone is cold, as he turns away.
A whistle comes from behind Burnout. "Oooh! You pissed off big man chico!" Glamshot grins and lifts his purple glasses "Muy Beuno!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
"No. I'm saying that you have lost your way within the Autobots." He says, his optics narrowing "And it will lead you to them."
Burnout points at them. "So be it. I'm not choosing sides anymore." he rips off the autobot symbol on his chest.
He stands straighter, more rigid. "So be it." He says, his tone is cold, as he turns away.
A whistle comes from behind Burnout. "Oooh! You pissed off big man chico!" Glamshot grins and lifts his purple glasses "Muy Beuno!"
Burnout glares at them through his faceplate. "So? I dont fear him."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
Burnout is unfazed by this information. "Its war. We all will be turned to scraps at some point."
"What scares me isn't what is going to happen, it's that you all accept this as if it were the only possibility. Things could be different, but everyone has resigned to war for as long as it lasts. At this rate, it will only end when one side is completely destroyed, and neither group has the advantage. It's a coin toss of unspeakable consequence."
"So what? The Decepticons will never accept peace. They want the Allspark to themselves."
"You know, they say the same thing about you. It's... concerning. Your ideological differences are almost irrelevant at this point. Your courage and conviction are no longer virtues. They have devolved into the kind of stubbornness and bloody rage that makes war so... awful."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Burnout is standing at the edge of the battlefield, staring at it wistfully.
Lightherald grabs his shoulder and snarls "You tend to ignore rules don't you."
"Yes i do." he says, shoving his hand off their shoulder. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because it is my job too." He said "I care for all of Cybertron. That includes you."
Burnout stomps his foot in frustration, leaving a small crater. "You dont understand anything about the enemy."
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
"No. I'm saying that you have lost your way within the Autobots." He says, his optics narrowing "And it will lead you to them."
Burnout points at them. "So be it. I'm not choosing sides anymore." he rips off the autobot symbol on his chest.
He stands straighter, more rigid. "So be it." He says, his tone is cold, as he turns away.
A whistle comes from behind Burnout. "Oooh! You pissed off big man chico!" Glamshot grins and lifts his purple glasses "Muy Beuno!"
Burnout glares at them through his faceplate. "So? I dont fear him."
"Of course you don't. He is old and rusty, and should be turned to scrap." He said and shrugged
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
Burnout is unfazed by this information. "Its war. We all will be turned to scraps at some point."
"What scares me isn't what is going to happen, it's that you all accept this as if it were the only possibility. Things could be different, but everyone has resigned to war for as long as it lasts. At this rate, it will only end when one side is completely destroyed, and neither group has the advantage. It's a coin toss of unspeakable consequence."
"So what? The Decepticons will never accept peace. They want the Allspark to themselves."
"You know, they say the same thing about you. It's... concerning. Your ideological differences are almost irrelevant at this point. Your courage and conviction are no longer virtues. They have devolved into the kind of stubbornness and bloody rage that makes war so... awful."
"I dont take sides. Not anymore." he pauses for a moment. "Call me a guns for hire."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So what? The Decepticons will never accept peace. They want the Allspark to themselves."
"You know, they say the same thing about you. It's... concerning. Your ideological differences are almost irrelevant at this point. Your courage and conviction are no longer virtues. They have devolved into the kind of stubbornness and bloody rage that makes war so... awful."
"I dont take sides. Not anymore." he pauses for a moment. "Call me a guns for hire."
"So you were only ever in this for the violence? I'm not usually a man to fear for others, but you have put yourself in a terrible position. Neither side is likely to trust you enough to hire you, regardless of how skilled you are."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The dragonoid turns and looks up to meet the Autobot's gaze. "I've seen so many brave people fall. I used to run a hotel, but they had to convert it into a hospital during the Great War. The parallels here are terrifying. It's so much easier to destroy than repair, even for metal." His sketchbook is filled with absolutely horrifying images of cybertronian carnage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, I do. And I know that if you keep acting like a child, it will mean we lose." He said, his tone stern.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Burnout is unfazed by this information. "Its war. We all will be turned to scraps at some point."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry, was asleep then had an early morning zoo trip*
You know he's exaggerating, but you don't know how much.
For the mods eyes only:
He is exaggerating a LOT. He can go 150 at most at the moment
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"I'm not acting like a child. I'm acting like someone who will do anything to win this war. Even if it means i get turned to scrap. I'd rather losing my spark before failing at the line of duty." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lightherald narrows his eyes "Spoke like a Decepticon."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What scares me isn't what is going to happen, it's that you all accept this as if it were the only possibility. Things could be different, but everyone has resigned to war for as long as it lasts. At this rate, it will only end when one side is completely destroyed, and neither group has the advantage. It's a coin toss of unspeakable consequence."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You callin me a traitor?" he snarls, faceplate slamming down
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So what? The Decepticons will never accept peace. They want the Allspark to themselves."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No. I'm saying that you have lost your way within the Autobots." He says, his optics narrowing "And it will lead you to them."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Burnout points at them. "So be it. I'm not choosing sides anymore." he rips off the autobot symbol on his chest.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stands straighter, more rigid. "So be it." He says, his tone is cold, as he turns away.
A whistle comes from behind Burnout. "Oooh! You pissed off big man chico!" Glamshot grins and lifts his purple glasses "Muy Beuno!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Burnout glares at them through his faceplate. "So? I dont fear him."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You know, they say the same thing about you. It's... concerning. Your ideological differences are almost irrelevant at this point. Your courage and conviction are no longer virtues. They have devolved into the kind of stubbornness and bloody rage that makes war so... awful."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course you don't. He is old and rusty, and should be turned to scrap." He said and shrugged
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I dont take sides. Not anymore." he pauses for a moment. "Call me a guns for hire."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"People only fear him because he has a place of power." he grumbles.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, if you want someone to talk to you amigo, I am up in the North Side." he shrugs and chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So you were only ever in this for the violence? I'm not usually a man to fear for others, but you have put yourself in a terrible position. Neither side is likely to trust you enough to hire you, regardless of how skilled you are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He thinks for a moment. "I might take you up on that offer. Since i've given up sides, im just a guns for hire."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.