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cloakandclaws answered your question:Come One, Come All! ...

Geez. I honestly can’t see any of them escaping. Maybe Pixie ahahaha. My votes on her.

(( Oh, ye of little faith xD ))

[weaimtomaim]

Come One, Come All! ...

... to the viewing of a spectacular game, created and put on by yours truly!

...

What's that? The Combaticons? Where are they, you ask?

Taking part in the festivities! Halloween quickly approaches, and what better way to celebrate than with a game?

Just what game is being played, you ask?

Ladies, gentlemen, distinguished guests, I give you...

Ｃａｎ Ｙｏｕ Ｅｓｃａｐｅ？

It's a simple game, really. Five bots have been chosen- you may even know some of them! They've been chosen to play, and the concept is quite easy. 

They have been whisked away to some mysterious place. All of the contestants are alone, unaware of where the others are, and that there even are others to begin with.

Well, alone, save for the Ｔｅｒｒｏｒｃｏｎ that is also prowling about.

The goal is simple: end the game.

And how will they achieve this goal? Well, there are three ways, actually:

Escape

Kill the monster

Be killed by the monster

Now, one of those is a bit more unpleasant than the others, don't you think?

Not to worry! None of them shall endure actual injuries or death. That's all part of the game, them thinking it's real, you see.

And before any of you get the idea to try and contact your dear friend to let them know none of this is truly real, I warn you that communications are prohibited, and will not work.

And if you continue to try and interfere, well, you may just end up making things worse for them.

But! I'm sure none of you will do such a thing.

And now, the moment you've been waiting for, here are the contestants:

Breakdown

Vault

Pixie

Zipporah

Halocene

The games have begun.

Who do you think will escape?

[cybertronian-swordsman]

Spines raised to full alertness as the predacon picked up a new scent. It was cybertronian but unfamiliar. Unsure of what to make of this newcomer Tripwire remained alert and followed the scent to figure out who it belonged to.

cloakandclaws

The mech may not be able to pick up on scents like a Predacon, but his hearing made up for it. He caught on the sound of someone or something approaching him and quickly made to hide behind some nearby trees, at least until he could figure out who, or what, it was.

Cautiously he leaned around the large trunks, allowing one piercing green optic to peek out.

[pain-demands-us-to-feel-it]

Vault drove through the new terrain. New to Earth he was in search of other Cons and their ships. He searched wildly, constantly checking his scans as he drove over bumps and hills. The guitar on his back jostling beneath the cables securing it to him.

Starflash had been bridged to this landscape in order to chart out more energon mines for the Decepticons. She flew for a bit longer radar focused on the pockets of energon throughout the plain. She transformed landing, not noticing the ping on her scanner telling her of the other’s incoming signal. 

[rapaxregina]

Static. It was all he was getting as he tried different frequencies. Cursing under his breath, he turned it off and started looking around. There was something, most likely in the ground, that was messing up all of his systems. His comm link was out and it seemed his navigation systems were also on the fritz. Shaking his helm, he started walking through the woods. 

An eerie feeling came over him as he began looking around. Something else was out there but he wasn’t sure what it was. Deciding it was probably nothing, he continued walking, searching for what may be causing his malfunction.

She managed to get her jamming equipment back online, barely. At least there was that so if anyone would to come by, they couldn't detect her signal or call for help.

But it wasn't enough to calm her down as she soon started to claw at trees, which made the local wildlife scatter and fly off into the sky. She always had an air to her that animals wanted no part of, something so unnatural and evil that they just left. Of course with the fauna leaving that left the air deathly still and quiet.

[guardiia]

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