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ooc: Sorry I have been inactive for so long.
My Grandpa went into the hospital around christmas time due to a diabetic ulcer on his foot. By the time it was properly diagnosed the infection had spread to his bone. Understandably life got a bit stressful for me and I cut down on a lot of my internet activity.
Tarantulas. Designation Unknown. Predacon, Similar To Decepticon?
“You could say that. But I prefer not to compare myself to those obsolete war builds. You see, my comrades and I come from the very distant future. Or at least compared to your perspective we are. The war has been over for centuries where I come from.”
“And you of course, are famous. Everyone knows about Omega Supreme.”
I See. You Are Not From My World. -Hard to tell if the Guardian is angry at that or not.- Famous How? -Does the Decepticon mommies tell you stories about Omega Supreme stomping on bad little Decepticons if they didn’t go to sleep at a decent hour?-
"How could you not be famous? Your story is one of tragic betrayal, you are one of Optimus Prime's greatest warriors. And technically, I am from your world. We come from the same Cybertron, I am merely from your distant future."
transtarantulas said: “Morning!”
Greetings, Tiny Creature. Who Are You?
“My designation is Tarantulas, I am a Predacon.”
Tarantulas. Designation Unknown. Predacon, Similar To Decepticon?
"You could say that. But I prefer not to compare myself to those obsolete war builds. You see, my comrades and I come from the very distant future. Or at least compared to your perspective we are. The war has been over for centuries where I come from."
"And you of course, are famous. Everyone knows about Omega Supreme."
transtarantulas said: “Morning!”
Greetings, Tiny Creature. Who Are You?
"My designation is Tarantulas, I am a Predacon."
transtarantulas said: “Was it a clean shot? I have always been curious, as a scientist. Could you be so kind as to describe what you saw and expierenced within the last few seconds before your spark extinguished?”
It was a clean shot for me, what with it being pointblank and everything. It wasn’t too clean for Perceptor and Topspin. Topspin got a mouth full of my head and Perceptor got a touch on his face. Unfortunate but, hey, it happens.
As for what I saw and what experienced? Hm. Nothing too much out of the ordinary. No big screen out, no reliving my entire life. It just. Happened. Although, anatomically speaking, because of the close range, Overlord put a bullet into the area of my brain that controlled—controls?—emotional context and memory core.
Since I couldn’t figure out the emotional context of my own death—I.
Uh.
Well.
We always love the thing that kills us.
“How absolutely fascinating! We Predacons are built to endure, I have been torn apart, dismantled, even crushed, but as long as our sparks are not extinguished we can be repaired back to full functionality. However I have never experienced true death before. I must admit a morbid part of me desires to unravel this last mystery. You are quite lucky to have experienced it and to be here to speak of it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say I was that lucky, really. It’s like taking a very long, very deep nap that you not gonna wake up from. Sometimes I wished I hadn’t come back. That was my endgame and I was satisfied with what had happened and life was so totally rude, dragging me back here.”
"Hmm yessssss, life can be terribly inconvenient at times, can't it?"
transtarantulas said: “Was it a clean shot? I have always been curious, as a scientist. Could you be so kind as to describe what you saw and expierenced within the last few seconds before your spark extinguished?”
It was a clean shot for me, what with it being pointblank and everything. It wasn’t too clean for Perceptor and Topspin. Topspin got a mouth full of my head and Perceptor got a touch on his face. Unfortunate but, hey, it happens.
As for what I saw and what experienced? Hm. Nothing too much out of the ordinary. No big screen out, no reliving my entire life. It just. Happened. Although, anatomically speaking, because of the close range, Overlord put a bullet into the area of my brain that controlled—controls?—emotional context and memory core.
Since I couldn’t figure out the emotional context of my own death—I.
Uh.
Well.
We always love the thing that kills us.
"How absolutely fascinating! We Predacons are built to endure, I have been torn apart, dismantled, even crushed, but as long as our sparks are not extinguished we can be repaired back to full functionality. However I have never experienced true death before. I must admit a morbid part of me desires to unravel this last mystery. You are quite lucky to have experienced it and to be here to speak of it."
*Keeps watching Tarantulas liking his things*
Oh the never ending cycle,
>35 likes in a row so far and still going
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What a lovely cake.
"Darn, now I am hungry."
“You would not do everyone. Surely you are exaggerating.”
You’re right, I wouldn’t frag you, that’s for sure! Creep.
"Well of course you couldn't frag me, I am too far out of your league. Not to mention I highly doubt you'd have the skill in the first place."
Marina & The Diamonds + Lady Gaga - Valley of the Electric Dolls
transtarantulas liked your photo: mfb: [11/9/12 1:39:37 PM] cyborgProblem:…
Ehhh, Zpider-bot zure likezz thingzz.
"Yes."
strategician started following you
“I’m starting to wonder if I should stop being flattered with the constant new followers and if I should be irritated instead. Hmmmm, I’ll have to think about this.”
“Oh, come on, I’m hardly irritating! I’m the exact opposite. You’ll find I’m a breath of fresh air on an otherwise dreary trip.”
"Prove it."
CHICKEN DINNER
“First of all, that’s not real. Second of all, what the frag are nipples?”
There’s a pause. “Third of all, what the frag are you?”
“Nipples are the weaponized attachments that are connected to the Orbs of Ultimate Power.”
“Mmm. Well, my chest is weaponized, but I’m a little short on Orbs of Ultimate Power, so you’re mistaken there. Also, you never answered my second question.”
"Me? I'm just a little ol' spider."
