We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
FORT MAX: Alone at last. THUNDERCLOUD: What up motherbitches. FORT MAX: God not you, go away! THUNDERCLOUD: Don't hate. FORT MAX: I despise you and everything you stand for! THUNDERCLOUD: And that's hot. FORT MAX: SHUT UP THUNDERCLOUD: Holy hell that hurt! Do it again. FORT MAX: WHY DON'T YOU SHUT UP
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Terrible Life Choices (And Other Las Vegas Attractions):
CARLY: Thank you for saving me! Did I mention I like robots? BLUESTREAK: Aww, you're nifty. WASH: Here is his phone and social insurance number, and a 2x3" glossy for your wallet.
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Overwhelm:
RED ALERT: Things are terrible. RATCHET: Drink this before I stomp it down your throat. RED ALERT: That didn't actually do anything for me. RATCHET: I am going to talk at you for five minutes straight. RED ALERT: Well, that shut me up.
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Live Spitfire:
FORT MAX: ... and that's when I gave Miko firing control. JUNE: YOU STUPID STUPID ROBOT MIKO: (throws up the horns)
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Data Mine:
RAVAGE: Say goodbye to your hard drives! STARSCREAM: Ow! I've been fucking shot! THANA: (emotes) SILAS: I didn't know she could make that face.
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Burning Man:
FORT MAX: Alone at last. FAIRWINDS: What up motherbitches! Let's exchange deets. FORT MAX: ...
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Optimus Prime: -slowly relaxes from all the stress, decides to go to bed- Zoom-Zoom: ...I put in a hole in your ceiling. Optimus Prime: ... Zoom-Zoom: ... Optimus Prime: ... Zoom-Zoom: Please don't kill me.
The 3 AM Wake Up Call
Wheeljack: Let's go beat the shit outta each other Fortress Maximus: Wheeljack, it's 3 AM, are you nuts? Soldiers: Be careful Wheeljack. He's absolutely feral after the stroke of midnight.
Wheeljack and his slew of miscommunication threads.
Final Calls:
Wheeljack: Time to lock up and hand over my keys. Ratchet: wait, are you being serious? Me? Wheeljack: Yup. I'm leaving. Ratchet: Be safe. Wheeljack: Will do. Make no promises though. Ratchet: No, really, be safe. Wheeljack: Alright, I said I'll try. Ratchet: It's dangerous to go alone. Take someone with you! Wheeljack: Enough already!
Small Comforts:
Wheeljack: Ugh, I have a conscience, what is this? Tailgate: Games! Wheeljack: take the thing, this is awkward. Tailgate: I am so confused. Wheeljack: That's it! I'm out. Too much people time.
Knaves and Rogues Rook: We should science. Wheeljack: Alright, let's science. Rook: Was that a yes? Wheeljack: Yes, that was a yes. Rook: You sure? Wheeljack: YES, DAMNIT. Rook: I can't people. I'm terrible at it. Wheeljack: YOU DON'T SAY.
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Castled Arcee: Go save someone from Evil MECH's clutches. Rook: OK. Breakdown: Haaaaaaai. Rook: ..... Roulette: Haaaaaaai. Rook: Seriously? Burning Hangar: Haaaaaaai. Rook: Oh, for frag's sake... Ratchet: Haaaaaaai. Rook: FML T_T
Three Blind Mice Rook: Who wants to snoop? Spooks: Yaaay, road trip. What now, boss? Rook: ... this was a terrible idea.
Assimilation Rook: *slowly going stir-crazy* Nell: Oh, hello, strange car-person. I'm new and naive to the ways of your peopl-- Rook: Oh, good. Let's go. Nell: Yaaaay, road trip. Rook: ... this is easy enough to worry me already.
99 Bottles of Beer Ghost: Door-to-door repair-bot! Megatron: *cabin-fever snarl* Ghost: ... Wanna get out? Megatron: YES. Ghost: Annnd I just kidnapped my boss. 'Kay.
One Prairie Outpost Ghost: Beer? Dart: What's beer? How do you beer? Ghost: ... If I'm your introduction to beer, I feel sorry for you and worried for me.
Tremors Shocks: *talks science at Pyro* Pyro: *talks science back at Shocks* Shocks: .... I like you.
Experiential Bias Megatron: I've been sent to people. Shocks: I don't know how to people. Megatron: Can we talk about Roulette, then? Shocks: ...I will tell you of the many ways I don't people.
Bolo: I has a sads :< Red Alert: No, leave, I care not for your feels. Bolo: I. Has. A sads. Red Alert:...Okay fine I will indulge you for a bit but then you have to LEAVE. Bolo: *climbs on lap* Red: I IMMEDIATELY REGRET EVERY DECISION LEADING UP TO THIS POINT.
Three Blind Mice:
Mirage: Oh a road trip how fun. Mirage: Oh spooky atmosphere, how fun. Bugs and Mud and other disgusting things: /everywhere/ Mirage: ROOK I BLAME YOU.
Highway Trinkets:
Thunder and Carbine: /play in the water/ Thunder and Carbine: /play in the dump/ Thunder and Carbine: /embarrass themselves/ Thunder and Carbine: Lets never speak of this again. Thunder and Carbine: /also found a mutilated body or whatever, it's not important/
ROTARY: Things are on fire, but I'm alive! MECH: [reloads] ROTARY: Oh wait, hold that thought.
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MOTOR RUNNIN':
NELL AND MARCO: WE HAVE AWESOME CARS! MARCO: Also waffles.
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HAND JOB MCGEE:
CARBINE: [muffled laughter] RATCHET: Wait, what?!
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OMEGA FIVE:
FOWLER: Let's take down some MECH recruiters! NELL, BLUESTREAK, CARLY: Fuck, yeah! FOWLER: Good hustle, team! I feel like Nick Fury all of a sudden. EVERYONE: [looks at Bluestreak]
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BINDING TIES:
DEUCE: In which I fist a Seeker hard! NO FURTHER EXPLANATION NEEDED
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DEAR GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU:
SARITA: READ THE TITLE MOTHERFUCKER! DEUCE: Cannonball! I... am complicated.
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STRANGE ATTRACTORS:
WHEELJACK: And now I'm on Cybertron. Ugh. PSI: I can see your face in the rain.
Wheeljack's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day:
Strange Attractors: WJ: *nearly plunges to his death above Iacon, manages to catch himself on convenient decrepit building* WJ: *plays hide n seek for a bit, interrogates some guy in decrepit building* WJ: *descends down elevator shaft of possible death* WJ: *fights a leaper, nearly kills himself* WJ: *kills the leaper, blows a hole in the floor of the decrepit building, almost falls to his death AGAIN* WJ: *taps computer screen to get a map, triggers a tidal wave of ALL the coolant down the tunnel* WJ: ...fuck this day.
End score: Times almost fallen to death: 2.5 Almost killed by a leaper: 1 Number of space slugs ridden: tragically still 0 (Skywarp's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day) Binding Ties:
Deuce: HAHA, I've got my hand in your brain! Skywarp: Physics is dead. And so is my head.