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04:41 am
[Link] | It is the year 2006 now. What a dismal place this Earth is becoming. I've read books and the like. I've mapped the planet. I have nothing else now. What horrors for creatures such as well. Both immortal and mortal. My nightmares are prominent and refuse to go away. Just an empty listless exsistance now that there's nothing to do anymore. The crab is gone... his daughter with him... *whisper* Skitter. *shakes head* What is this existence for. I seek another... I seek... peace. The other day Primal was just mentioning how a trip to the Henelox. I think it's some kind of rest place... on Cybertron. I really don't care.
Current Mood:  apathetic
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07:56 pm
[Link] | friend - n.
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
Is there really one another can trust, know, and like at the same time? I've never had such a person. There was one time I thought I had one such being. But like all things, it was taken away. You see, he was a nuetral Decepticon and in my world, there is no such thing.
We are created into this world alone and we die alone as my "friend" did. One can be a part of something and still be the exiled. Trapped in a futile meaningless existence. I haven't the strength to kill and I haven't the strength to change. Empty and waiting for death without providing it myself.
It is very much like the phases of the moon, that moon which controls the tides. Coming from Cybertron to Earth, adapting the manta's form, leading to a small appreciation for water. Such a vital thing to this planet, is deprived on mine... anyway... the phases are ever changing. If they didn't... the tides would not change either.......................
Change is impossible. Unable to move forward, unable to move backward. Moving forward would mean accepting what happened and moving on with no one to pay for it. Then again moving back would put me in the murdeous vendetta that I've been binded to for decades. Violence filled exsistence. Then I haven't the spark to even kill the one I to blame. I am weak. I cannot avenge those that were needlessly and savagely killed. Nor can I accept it and continue on while no one remembers them...................................................
A creature rotten with murder... a creature decayed by grief... a creature mind raped by the courses of the past... a stoic regretful bitter creature... powerfully weak in the changing times. Only my willingness to break my warped ethics and savage brutally can be of use now. And for spite, I will not give it freely to the Maximals............ Let them beg.
Current Mood:  cynical
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01:34 am
[Link] | *Comes over looking pretty beat up*
Well... that's the last time I inspect a dark crack. *much of his leaky holes are deep bite marks with sparking wires*
On good point, the lagoon was pretty amazing. One of the few places that... well lets just say there aren't many places were it's quiet. Just... silent, with ripples reflecting on it's ceiling and all that.
I surprised Primal by giving him a copy of my report. I figured, what the slag, I had the report anyway. The maps should be useful in the future.
*ignores the pain and sits on the inlet*
*watches the waves crash against it*
Current Mood:  mellow
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08:11 am
[Link] | *finally gets the last shread of tinfoil off*
*mutters some unintelligent words*
*stretches servos*
Well, that was not fun. If I ever find out who did this, they won't live long to explain themselves.
I know what you're thinking and NO I did not just spend the last several weeks taking down tinfoil. I've amazingly decided to perfect the art of lurking. It is overrated. I was hoping to avoid this time of year, but I am forever cursed to stay coherent during it. What do I mean? Think about it genius. It was the time I was trained to keep my vocal unit shut and take orders for the idiots at Omicron. Anyway, the seas are getting colder and the days shorter. There's a lack of much to do besides think. Haven't caught a peep out of X or his demonspawns. Is it a good thing or bad thing? That, I can't answer. *refuses to admit anything*
The Maximals are off playing diplomats. Apparently they're pissing themselves because some of the Autobots paid a visit to their base. I was too nauseated to stay for long, for fear they might start humping their cousins.
In the meantime, I'm in the process of mapping the land. It's something to pass the time. Unfortunately the rodent caught me while I was observing the land and now Primal wants updates. Screw him, I was doing this for myself, not for the Maximals. *feels rage coming on*
*takes a few breaths, muttering in Cybertronian*
Okay okay okay...
okay...
*another breath*
Anyway... the maps are coming along smoothly and the details should be useful in the future. I'm thinking I might return to Cybertron and do the same for the planet. Then again, Earth is a playground where I can go as I please. Cybertron isn't as accessable. There are places where a bot should not be, plus many are sealed off. Shame really. Well, I should go, there's a lagoon that I've been itching to see about 3 leagues underwater. But it's been too stormy to go through, hopefully the calm will last so I can observe it.
This is Depth Charge, signing off.
Current Mood:  contemplative
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11:11 pm
[Link] | *Comes home*
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*tears down the tinfoil*
*looks in the drawers*
*gape*
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*finds out everything is tinfoiled*
@#$%^^&^%%$$#@#$$%%^^&&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Start ripping it all apart*
Current Mood: infuriated
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09:55 pm
[Link] | Nothing happened. Nothing to say. I'm going for a swim. *leaves*
Current Mood: bored
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12:29 am
[Link] | *swims back to land, transforms and walks onto the seashore*
*Has various dents, scratches, and slashes all over his body*
Well, I'm back. Unfortunately, I'm not dead. Skitter's back with her family, Starpuff did a pretty good job, I'm surprised. I've gotten enough information about the ocean to study and report on. Not much else to say. It was both boring and exciting mission. If one would call it that. Out.
Current Mood:  accomplished
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07:46 pm
[Link] | Ever have a time where something reminded you of a bad point in your life. The crab's about to embark on a mission that is so like O... it makes me shutter from the memories. A part of me wanted to help out with that mission, but a large part of me wants no part in it. It's simply too close to the beginning of it all for comfort. I can only fight off bad memories and hope history doesn't repeat itself. Whatever higher being that's listening, don't let another genocide happen. In the meantime... I better go for a swim.
Current Mood:  worried
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08:47 pm
[Link] | Of all the lessons I learned in life. I should have learned not to ask for advice. It is a fruitless gesture that only makes one disappointed. If one is fortunate enough to be given advice, do not follow it. It only turns out for the worst. Pick a road and travel it. Time moves on and on. Yet it seems like nothing moves at all. I can see it all so clearly as if it were happening now. A terrifying endless loop of those memories that won't go away. A clear video that will not run out of tape, just continue to play the contents for eternity until the screen is destroyed. Would it be possible to even erase these memories files? Would I be fortunate enough to get amnesia or something of the sort? No, life is the Hell that you inhabit, forevermore. In the end there is nothing. Perhaps forced to live again? Maybe life is an endless loop.
Current Mood: tired
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09:18 pm
[Link] | Ha, try and catch me. I went to Primal and pretty much told him he's an idiot for listening to the Council and that how would they even know if I wasn't dead already. So, long story short, the idiot decided I was right (well, took him long enough). And things are smoothed over. Now, I'm going swimming.
Current Mood: bored
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