#roadravager

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

BC: so uh. how's the train ride, fellas?

BB: everything hurts.

HH: it looks like im staring at a corpse. how aren't you dead, dude?

BB: i have... no idea. i've cheated death at least three times back there.

HH: yikes.

RR: [HONK]. augh. excuse me, as the humans say.

TT: you're excused, eh.

RR: thank you, comrade.

CB: it's a shame that i can't transform in here. i'm starting to ache, lads.

BC: don't complain about that for the rest of the ride, it gets annoying after a while.

CB: duly noted.

[back at base:]

FM: are you enjoying this?

MB: well, seeing as we're the only two boys at base, and we could do pretty much whatever we want... yes. yes, i am.

FM: so what do you want to do?

MB: well... i don't know. we could bake a cake, we could play keep talking and nobody explodes, we could interface...

FM: let's do all of those in order then.

MB: alright. i'll prepare the ingredients.

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

SO I JUST LEARNED OF THE AVTOROS SHAMAN 8X8. it's time for a new goddamn oc.

his name is Roadravager, but her prefers his nickname of The Annihilator (because it's not stupid.). he's a a large fellow who, when he was on cybertron, was a cruiserweight boxing champion for 800 years (because transformers are fucking old (some of them older than the earth itself)), and on earth, he is a weapons expert and a bomb defusal unit. of course, he has a beige paint job, just like every other bone gang member (except for terraterror, he's got an american police paintjob, but he replaced the white with grey).