1112 Helper.

Okay, so there are there mini predacon transformers right? If you get them all you can combine them into a bigger robot, which still isn’t that big, but it’s unusually cool for Transformers of that scale. I have only found 2 of them… My area is swimming in Twinstrike with Hun-Gurr peppered in. They are kind of updates of existing characters, so I still don’t have my favorite one: Bot (Now called Blight) I know it’s not much of a problem, but there you go. I don’t feel comfortable talking about my real problems at the moment so you get the goofy ones.
The smaller scale Transformers are way better than they used to be. If you’re a poor kid now you can still have decent representations of all the guys. In some rare cases they are actually better than the bigger versions. If I were a kid getting these now I’d probably feel be annoyed, but with my manchild perspective I can see it’s actually a cool time to be enjoying toys, especially if you are age appropriate. X3

My sleep pattern is all fucked up right now, but the upshot for you is that I was awake at some god awful hour and was able to focus enough to write this new story section. So I didn’t have to rush it.

The group nodded and mumbled in agreement then settled down for another disappointing meal. By the time they had finished Regalius had a rudimentary string instrument that made weedy notes when played, but were recognizable as music. He even chanced a little of his enervating song to help everyone recover from the fitful hours of sleep they had all suffered through.

The gears was divided between everyone except Twig, who all agreed was potentially more useful unencumbered by anything apart from her normal gear. Alina took half of what would have been allocated to Herrin as she wasn’t convinced he was well enough for an overloaded pack. Thus prepared they set off down the dusty corridor again. Several rooms from Herrins safehouse the encountered a sealed gate. It had no obvious signs of mechanism. Indeed the only reason they knew it was a door was because it was at the end of a hall and seemed to be split down the middle. It was a long while before Julius found something that appeared to be a safety release, and longer still before he deciphered how to activate it. The effect it had on the team was noticeably disheartening. Fortunately after a few adjustments were made to one of Regalius’s flutes Julius had a makeshift key which caused the doors to glide apart as though they were floating. As a precaution Julius wedged a butter knife into the seam to keep the doors from properly closing, and possibly trapping them. The victory over the door was short lived however. What lay beyond was the most mazelike portion of the temple so far. Dead ends, required backtracking, eating up time they all were beginning to feel they didn’t have. A feeling of omnipresent malignance seemed to be increasing the further they went. The rooms that had previously been unoccupied now had groups of human remains in them. Some of them seemed serene in their repose, while others appeared to have died in torment. The mounting sense of mortal peril was on the verge of overcoming them all.

Several hours passed before they finally found another gate. Unlike the previous one this seemed to be the focal point for the lighting system. Many small tubes, like the ones that lined every wall but much thinner, were woven together and connected to the walls on either side of the door. The light they gave off was more like actual light than anyplace else. The sickly green hue not nearly as evident.
“This has to be it…” Said Niona.

“If it isn’t it’s certainly putting on a good show.” Replied Julius. “You’d best all keep back until I’ve figured this one out.”

Julius inspected the door for several long minutes before finally stepping back.

“This has been tampered with.” He said gravely. “Someone was here before us.”

“Are you sure?” Asked Alina. “How can you tell?”

“Someone’s put a magical barrier on it, but it doesn’t match the style of the other doors. Not even close.” He replied. “It’s necromantic at least. Possibly demonic. I don’t know magic well enough to make that call.”

“Can you dispel it?” Inquired Herrin.

“Not on my best day.” Said Julius shaking his head. “A real magic user will have to do it, and I’m pretty sure it’s rigged to do something to anyone who tries.”

Everyone was silent for a moment.

“I think I can open a hole in the enchantment.” Alina said, breaking the silence. “How fast can you open the door if I do?”

“If it’s on par with the last one it could take an hour or longer.” Julius grimaced.

“Well, we should at least try.” Said Alina, rolling back her right sleeve. “Regalius, back me up. Herrin, you help as much as you can.”

“Right” They said in unison.
Stepping forward Alina began to chant in a low, measured, tone. Holding her palm forward she seemed to push on the air between the door and her hand. Regalius began to play in time with the chant. After a few rounds Herring composed himself and joined in. A point of clear light formed in the center of the door. It slowly expanded out from that point. The white marble of the door was now, perhaps for the first time in centuries, being seen as it was the day it was quarried. As soon as the field of resistance was large enough Julius began carefully, but hurriedly, examining the door. There were a series of buttons, and rotating tumblers, in the center of each side of the door. No clues at all. No surviving records. He would have to try it by ear and hope for the best. Centering himself Julius placed an ear to the cold stone and blocked the chanting from his other ear with a finger.

Click click click THUNK! No good. A reset.

Click THUNK!

Click click THUNK!

Over and over, the muted sound of prayer penetrating his head, Julius methodically deciphered the lock.

After about half an hour he stepped away from the door.

“You can rest for a while.” He said. “Niona, I need a bit of paper if you have any to spare.”

The others slowly reduced their chanting to silence. The unnatural light reestablishing itself all around. While they rested and ate Julius scribbled furiously on a few bits of parchment Niona had presented. After another hour or so he slapped his hands down.

“I’ve got it!” He exclaimed. “Push back the curse as quick as you can. I’m not sure how long I can keep this memorized.”

Hurriedly the others renewed their chanting. Julius was at work as soon as there was space enough to get to the mechanism. His hands mirroring each other on either side of the divide. In a few short moments the door let out a metallic THUNK and slid itself open. Julius quickly went through, scanned for traps and motioned everyone in. Niona and Twig went first then the others while they continued their chanting. They slowly subsided again and turned to look into the high ceiling chamber.

“It looks like the steam tunnels, under the capital.” Niona gaped.

“Combined with a nightmare.” Added Regalius, and he wasn’t exaggerating. In addition to the tubes of glowing liquid there were holding containers filled with the toxic substance and the petrified remains of what must have been humans at one time, long ago.


Have you heard of Arms Microns? Danial has had a bunch of those in the past few years. They’re odd. And expensive. And useless. :P

I’ve heard of them, but as far as I know they’re just minicons like from the Cybertron trilogy. Except painted in different ways and stuff. So I never bothered to get any. I have a ton of the domestic minicons already.

“Only one of us can be creative at a time”?!

That bitch needs slapped in the WORST way

Okay, even though I can’t personally peer into Crave’s mazelike mind, I believe Dawn was probably being sarcastic.

EVEN if she wasn’t being sarcastic she hardly has done ANYTHING to merit that kind of response. I know she is a fictional character but, come on, standards of kindness exist.

Before she said that, I didn’t like her (mostly because she reminded me a little bit of my ex – especially the “technically started dating” comment)

After that comment, I absolutely fucking despise her.

Did the guy lose a bet or something, ’cause what other reason would anyone have to marry a woman like her?

Honestly she hasn’t done anything that merits animosity against her in my opinion. Maybe she is a little obnoxious but, I mean, she is not THAT bad.

I chuckled pretty good at that second to last panel. I imagine that thumb started on the right side of his throat, but we didn’t see it as he brushed it across his neck.

I can’t imagine why Thomas is taking Dawn or Lewis so seriously at all. Was it really that bad? If I had a girlfriend who was the type to be stolen by another man, I’d eventually thank him, and wish him better luck with her.

Oh, and if someone wanted to squeeze my hand, I’d look at ’em like they’re stupid. Then I’d show them why they’re stupid.

My turn to be the grammar nazi. *Reign it in.

Look it up.

The EVIL kind of grammar nazi. :~(

Did you actually look it up? Because when I checked it to make sure I was using the right spelling the articles about the phrase were interesting.

You’re right Crave.

Rein: Reins are items of horse tack, used to direct a horse or other animal used for riding or driving. Reins can be made of leather, nylon, metal, or other materials, and attach to a bridle via either its bit or its noseband.

Reign: A reign is the period of a person’s or dynasty’s occupation of the office of monarch of a nation, of a people or of a spiritual community.

“Reigning” it in would make no sense whatsoever. How is he ruling it, and what does that have to do with cowboys? Reining, on the other hand, makes perfect sense. It describes the use of reins, as in to steer or stop a horse, and therefore fits with the cowboy comment.

My specialty is numbers. I do well with spelling, but I slip up from time to time. Heck, I slip up with numbers, too.

I completely forgot about the meaning where there’s a ruler.

Not the kind with numbers on it.

There are some very cool full sized transformers out now that are worth it. The Voyager class Generations stuff that’s come out recently have been awesome. Soundwave (and a grey repaint of him) Blaster, Grimlock, Springer and Btizwing. They only run about $20-25 a piece depending on where you get them, are about a foot tall and the last two aee triple-changers.

If I were a kid, I would have been begging my mom for those. Now I actually have my own money to buy the Transformers I like.

Oddly enough, I spontaneously remembered Micro Machines the other day. I also thought of the narrator for the commercials for Micro Machines. He voiced Blurr in the Transformers motion picture back in the day.

A little bit of full-circle. With that, I am off to bed. Good night!

Ah, toy robots and robot toys… When I was about ten (way back in nineteen-ought-sixty-seven) the big thing was the Zeroids. My favorite was silver Zintar the Explorer. They seem to return to commercial consciousness every ten years or so. Um — think I’ve discussed this before, with Manekochan.

I know you’ve bought two of ’em already, but there’s supposed to be a Target exclusive set of all the combiner Predacons. ‘Course they’re all translucent colors rather than the normal solid colors of the single packs, but hey, I’ve got a weakness for translucent stuff.


So I’m interested in your fiction I never read it and I was wondering what Chapter of the comic did you start the fiction?

Uh… I don’t remember for sure. I think around the start of this one. There’s a link up top if you want to read the collected bits.

heh this is pretty funny.

speaking of transformers,i still have the original megatron, optimus prime with the trailer starscream and one other i cant remember his name.

“He even chanced a little of his enervating song to help everyone recover from the fitful hours of sleep they had all suffered through.”

Sorry, but that’s a common mistake: “enervate” actually means the OPPOSITE of “energize”. Dictionary .com says:

enervate: verb (used with object): to deprive of force or strength; destroy the vigor of; weaken. Synonyms: enfeeble, debilitate, sap, exhaust.

So I think you wanted to have Regalius play an energizing song, not an enervating one.

Oh, and you got it precisely correct with “rein it in”, as previously noted by others.

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