Copter got your prompts for you..... *grumble*
Bayverse Blackout
(OOC note: Copter is very, very hungover, which means he's chatty. He's also lonely and depressed and doesn't cope well so he's bitchy. Meanness at Bayverse Starscream has been cleared in advance with his player)
Slag. Copter's been trying to figure this place out and this was the dead tip off. Mandatory Public Speaking? Yup. Divine Punishment. Primus's Special Punishment for Wayward Mechs.
Copter musta slagged up pretty bad to be sent to this freaky Crucible of Rotary Shame. *sad*
Right. This whole 'turn back time' thingie. Here's a real newsflash:
Copter would like to excise from apparently Universal Memory, the whole 'getting slagged by the squishy' thing. Seriously. Don't you think it's a bit rude to keep mentioning it? Like...not the copter's fondest memory. Yet it seems...ALL of you know it. I don't even know who the flaming pitspawn you are and you come snidling up laughing at me. Like...how you even know? They have some sort of briefing where they show you footage?
*hungover copter is paranoid*
I mean, I made a pretty slaggin' awesome entrance to this planet. No one ever come up to the copter yet and say, wow, you were fraggin' HOT in Qatar. Seriously. See that footage? Yeah? no?
*grumbles* Not the best way to make friends with the new guy, you know? 'S'all I'm sayin'
All the copter hears is ha ha you totally got pwned by that squishy named Lummox or Phlegm-ox or whatever his designation is.
I'm Blackout. Megatron's hound, right? Nope? Not to you mechs. To you, I'm Nutshot Copter.
Copter hates you. Fraggers.
Right, and leaders? Oh glitching electroplated Primus on a golden disk. Leader. I got one word for you: Starscream. *facepalm*
Makes his own rules. *cough cough slut cough*. Srsly. Check it out: For us it's like a penalty of deactivation to have an 'improper relationship' with another mech. So....what's he do? Well, since HE's in charge, I guess that rule don't apply to him. So he can mechaskank around all he wants (which is a lot). But anyone he doesn't like? Ha. Instant trouble. But if he likes you (and copter uses the word 'likes' to mean 'wants to perv you to boost his own ginormous ego')...? Well, let's just say he's pretty generous with his favors.
*copter is secretly jealous*
Double standard? That's his slaggin' leadership mantra. And what about an actual leader, right? Megatron. No one even knows if Megatron--MY Megatron, I mean--is even here. For all I know he is but...yeah, like Starscream's gonna tell me? He certainly--once again--isn't exactly breaking the sound barrier planning to find him. And when I try to get some orders from him...you know what he does? He offers me a slaggin' snack. Uhhh, that's real nice and all, there, Betty fraggin' Crocker, but the copter wants a mission. And they're imaginary snacks, too. He keeps saying he has some and like this secret lair/base/batcave/whatever, but you think he's told me where he is? Nope. 'Course not. He just wants to zip around and take potshots at me. And not tell me anything. Heard this human saying about his kinda leadership.
Mushroom farming: Keep 'em in the dark and feed 'em shit.
Yeah, that's about right.
Copter's not....feeling so good. *sits down hard on his aft, tanks swirling, feeling like he's going to purge.* So...uh...yeah.
(OOC note: Copter is very, very hungover, which means he's chatty. He's also lonely and depressed and doesn't cope well so he's bitchy. Meanness at Bayverse Starscream has been cleared in advance with his player)
Slag. Copter's been trying to figure this place out and this was the dead tip off. Mandatory Public Speaking? Yup. Divine Punishment. Primus's Special Punishment for Wayward Mechs.
Copter musta slagged up pretty bad to be sent to this freaky Crucible of Rotary Shame. *sad*
Right. This whole 'turn back time' thingie. Here's a real newsflash:
Copter would like to excise from apparently Universal Memory, the whole 'getting slagged by the squishy' thing. Seriously. Don't you think it's a bit rude to keep mentioning it? Like...not the copter's fondest memory. Yet it seems...ALL of you know it. I don't even know who the flaming pitspawn you are and you come snidling up laughing at me. Like...how you even know? They have some sort of briefing where they show you footage?
*hungover copter is paranoid*
I mean, I made a pretty slaggin' awesome entrance to this planet. No one ever come up to the copter yet and say, wow, you were fraggin' HOT in Qatar. Seriously. See that footage? Yeah? no?
*grumbles* Not the best way to make friends with the new guy, you know? 'S'all I'm sayin'
All the copter hears is ha ha you totally got pwned by that squishy named Lummox or Phlegm-ox or whatever his designation is.
I'm Blackout. Megatron's hound, right? Nope? Not to you mechs. To you, I'm Nutshot Copter.
Copter hates you. Fraggers.
Right, and leaders? Oh glitching electroplated Primus on a golden disk. Leader. I got one word for you: Starscream. *facepalm*
Makes his own rules. *cough cough slut cough*. Srsly. Check it out: For us it's like a penalty of deactivation to have an 'improper relationship' with another mech. So....what's he do? Well, since HE's in charge, I guess that rule don't apply to him. So he can mechaskank around all he wants (which is a lot). But anyone he doesn't like? Ha. Instant trouble. But if he likes you (and copter uses the word 'likes' to mean 'wants to perv you to boost his own ginormous ego')...? Well, let's just say he's pretty generous with his favors.
*copter is secretly jealous*
Double standard? That's his slaggin' leadership mantra. And what about an actual leader, right? Megatron. No one even knows if Megatron--MY Megatron, I mean--is even here. For all I know he is but...yeah, like Starscream's gonna tell me? He certainly--once again--isn't exactly breaking the sound barrier planning to find him. And when I try to get some orders from him...you know what he does? He offers me a slaggin' snack. Uhhh, that's real nice and all, there, Betty fraggin' Crocker, but the copter wants a mission. And they're imaginary snacks, too. He keeps saying he has some and like this secret lair/base/batcave/whatever, but you think he's told me where he is? Nope. 'Course not. He just wants to zip around and take potshots at me. And not tell me anything. Heard this human saying about his kinda leadership.
Mushroom farming: Keep 'em in the dark and feed 'em shit.
Yeah, that's about right.
Copter's not....feeling so good. *sits down hard on his aft, tanks swirling, feeling like he's going to purge.* So...uh...yeah.