You'd think after countless millenia of our minds sharing a tiny space in the detention center, Vortex would know me a bit better. But then again, it's probably for the best that the sadist doesn't know every last micron of how I work.

Capitalist Pig
You are 100% Rational, 100% Extroverted, 100% Brutal, and 0% Arrogant.

You are the Capitalist ( Read more... )

Fleshie dictators these days. Always wanting some nucelar bombs and such. But who am I to argue? They want 'em, I got 'em. Of course, they're not...top-of-the-line, but they'll serve their purpose, I'm sure. And in the end, something ridiculously painful will happen to somewhere on the planet, so the bomb did its job. And I'll be a happier and ( Read more... )

I'm starting to see why Blast Off was laughing so hard over why I had been the chosen Combaticon to take up this ridiculous task of keeping a journal. I had heard from Onslaught's pet idiot cat that fans of Decepticons are notoriously obnoxious in their devotion and are frighteningly groupie-like. I didn't really believe it at first, because really ( Read more... )

Alright. Let's check to see if this primitive record keeping device can work properly for me.