[forever homeless]

[metalsjaguar]

You cannot hold me, no one can. Others believed they could as well.

They soon learned of their mistake.

I must be free to carry out the will of the creator and eliminate the tainted ones.

All of those on Cybertron must parish.

Comments

[suchbigimagination]

[Oh dear, that doesn't sound very nice.]

Why? What did they do to you?

[metalsjaguar]

They exist. For the planet to be pure again they must all return to their creator.

[worldofhurt]

That sounds a little excessive, don't you think?

[Wow is she reminded of Mithos. Wow.]

[metalsjaguar]

No.

Their only retribution is in death.

[ex_backstab594]

Well then, go to it. So far as I know, the only ones left on Cybertron are scavengers and scouts.

You're a few eons too late for the rest of us.

[metalsjaguar]

The taint extends to those who have fled as well. The universe must be purified as the creator commands it.

[ex_backstab594]

Would that be Primus?

[metalsjaguar]

Excellent. You know the name of the creator you shall soon meet.

[notintwopieces]

[Have a quirked optic ridge. Even if you can't see it behind his visor.]

Uh. Huh. Don' suppose y'd have a reason f'wantin' all th'Cybertronians dead.

Jus' so we're clear, which "Creator" we talkin' 'bout? Sounds more like yer talkin' about a deity then just some mech's originators...

[metalsjaguar]

I speak of the creator of us all.

The universe is tainted by the guilt of those born within it. All life my parish and return to the creator in order for the universe to be pure again.

[This guy right here? Was locked up for this reason. and for killing a bunch of people]