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.
Managing to unwind himself from the virus and a few other minor programs, Acid Storm found himself heading to one of the strangest parts of the ship. His room. The seeker couldn't remember the last time he had been in the room, he even lingered a bit at the door as it opened, showing his dormitory in all it's 'glory'.
The room was small, dimly lit with a dull glow that seemed to come from the back wall. Though not the sort to wallow in angst, he did enjoy a nice dark room, somewhere he could lose himself in. It was practically a cave, other then the odd glow of course. Along the walls were a few different arms mounted, no grave-robber, they were Acid Storm's old attempts at modding his own limbs to better use his own knowledge. They were his failures, they reminded him the fine line he always walked, between being the machine he was and a pile of caustic slag.
The mech took a last look at the arms before moving into his room at long last and sitting down on the flat table sitting down near the left side of the room. A place where he could lay down and go into a nice stasis nap, recharge himself and his thoughts. In fact Acid Storm was thinking about doing that right now, even patting the side of his metal 'bed' with a small smile on his face-plate.
And Primus help the poor drone that got in the way of Acid Storm and a good nap...