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impactor.
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does the g stand for gay

HAAAAAAAAAAAAA
real g's keep it pushing 😎
April 29, 2025 at 2:04 AM
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stroking her stolen stolen minimus mustache in the mirror, evilly, and with much thought .

" guzzle .
how do i look . "
be honest with him ... or be harpooned ..
April 29, 2025 at 2:08 AM
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April 27, 2025 at 4:17 AM
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springer's pinned appears unsalvageable.
much like the success of the new wreckers ' team . '
..impactor always preferred squadron, but to each their supposed own.
except no.
to the winner gets the spoils.
to the winner gets the story.
she is fisitron's favorite,
after all .
April 27, 2025 at 4:33 AM
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punches
[ smiles as cutesy as one can with a mask covering ]
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...... squinting down at the tiny tank.

" you piss me off . "
April 26, 2025 at 3:11 AM
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TURNING AROUND ??
well put, impacteur :] !

[ pointing a gun at the back of his helm while impactor isn't looking ]
April 26, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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" seekers are nothing more than the loud, irritable birds that scavenge amongst the litter of beaches. they feed on attention better than they feed on trash . "
April 26, 2025 at 2:56 AM
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what was that .
....
zou are an idiot .. 😒
[ whispered ]
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but there is no salmon ?
what will it eat ? it will truly be hungry, then . this is a stupid idea. rust yourself .
April 24, 2025 at 10:31 PM
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sunshine brittles the paint and rainbows make her color look too busy and gaudy, like he's the fake giant ornatw gemstone ring an old lady would wear .
sunshine and rainbows
are
Not
impactor's thing .
April 24, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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but there is no salmon ?
what will it eat ? it will truly be hungry, then . this is a stupid idea. rust yourself .
April 24, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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oh? now they weep for her?

he thought springer was the new leader .

manifest that .
April 24, 2025 at 10:21 PM
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shut the fuck up .
[ checking his COMM alert.
snickering. ]

ooooo la laaa, notice how ze moment i , ze great guzzle, move out/not really move out but like kind of go? Part time??/i don't know, it's complicated, it happened really fast- POINT REMAINS.

ze moment i'm away, wreckers get a security breach 😎.
very funny
April 24, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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EW.
( ushering flying insects & other various bugs into his subspace for shelter )
April 24, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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her celebratory victory of the carnage of an inanimate TV halts then drops with his irritated, grumpy frown as he is ridiculously pelted by its scraps
and by some little shrimp, too!
AND he's FRENCH?
THIS IS WHERE IMPACTOR DRAWS THE LINE (RAH 🦅)

" ours ?
last i checked,
you didn't do shit . "
April 23, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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she has killed the idiot dog .

throwing his servo and harpoon up in celebration.

GUZZLE. COME RELISH IN THE IDIOT DOG'S DEMISE.
THIS IS WHY WE WRECK.
THIS IS HOW WE RULE .

using the tv's remains as a heroic step stool to continue her cool posing on nothing .
April 23, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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SHOOTING HIS HARPOON, AIMING IT AT THE SLEAZY'S REPORTER'S SCRAWNY INTAKE, DOESN'T EVEN CARE THAT -- or seem to know -- THAT IT'S NOT ACTUALLY LETHAL.
RIPPING THE TV OUT OF ITS WIRES.
THE TV THAT MAKES YOU IRRITABLE AND FESTERING .
April 23, 2025 at 2:02 AM
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her harpoon whirls with every cold word from the mech, the subordinate, the-
speaking of traitors.

first, gold optics flicker down to the tank.
then his helm.

.. this is what he wanted.
that, and, believe it or not, a training session with the recruits.
to see what they had in store .
April 23, 2025 at 1:52 AM
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💭 topspin read the fuck out of me, i'm not gonna lie . that kind of hurt. God damn . i need a moment .
April 23, 2025 at 1:33 AM
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💭 that bird that i hate .
April 23, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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💭 the hell .
April 23, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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not going to hit him.
not yet.

waiting .

just holding the bottle .

watching like the vultures around them .
these rats with wings, the wreckers that pretended to be better than them ...

they weren't autobots.
they were worse .
and that?
was a high bar to beat .
April 23, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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harpoon shoots back into its holster.
just in time, too, from the way the line taut, especially after that shot, he could sense her target was slimming.
he wishes the ice cracked over the cliff, but oh well.

an opportunity missed.

one strike.
he readied another swing with a
Smile .
April 23, 2025 at 12:55 AM
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.. she doesn't say hi.
he doesn't even nod.
golden optics line with a royal purple sear the rotored mech, noting his recoil backwards.

the gladiator scans the sides, leisurely, but sure of herself.
he mimicks the straightening posture of his soldiers.
His. wreckers.

hers.
all hers .
April 23, 2025 at 12:34 AM
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trudging next to the frost on the ground.
.. frost.. frost..
..why is that.. familiar .
he recalls topspin's reports mentioning something along the lines of ice... skilled... compassionate... worthy to be recognized as a real wrecker..
..worried about pain medication..
..

all the words that
April 22, 2025 at 11:59 PM