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I just updated my fic Subconscious Unleashed. I’m on chapter 8 and going strong!
Excerpt from this chapter:
When he was young he would drink to alleviate the pain of labor. The work of a miner was a thankless job, and the painful wounds that the mines of Messatine left in a mech could not be numbed by the basic medicine. For years, drinking had been his source of relief. He drank after he killed a mech for the first time. After he thought he lost Terminus forever. He drank after his first fight in the Pits of Kaon. To this day, he cannot erase the memory of death leaking into the optics of his first victim. He thought the energex could cloud the image of optics rolling back into the helm of the other gladiator. Energex only intensified the memory. The day Megatron realized he couldn’t drown his sorrows in the triple-filtered liquid he stopped drinking altogether. He searched for new ways to alleviate his pain. Poetry worked for a period of time….or at least, before he became a warlord. He later found that suitable punching bag could do the trick….Starscream had always been a good punching bag.