shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

*Finger guns*

 

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Wow, you're incredibly gay today.

 

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the internet is full of lies and so am i

 

[Dom pops back into the rave.]
So, I ended up looking up that game, and then buying and playing it, and, uh. Why. But also it's awesome. But also why.

 

Hmhmmmmm what about my two very distinctly mammalian boyfriends then, do they not count?

 

"Shame," says Lissa thoughtfully, "is wasted energy."

 

im knot an expert on those kinds of mammals but perhaps they are also full of lies
or maybe im just a dude who yanks the chain of any non human he happens across to see if anything fun happens
rose and i had the meteor crew going for like a year that belly buttons are vestigial storage pouches and sometimes we put little gems in there to accessorize

 

[Nervous laughter? What nervous laughter? This is agreeing laughter! Definitely! Look how high his wings are! (Look how they're not fluttering even a little, oops. Bluff check failed, bro.)]

 

[The dove snickers again, before he morphs back into human shape, crossing his long legs as he sits on the back rest of the couch]
It was a heroic attempt, but sadly for you I've been on earth for quite a while and actually live undercover as a human most of the time. So it's really wasted energy. I promise.

 

-Growl and pounces, doing his damnest to well, kill a god-

 

[Mala spreads themself out quite a bit, sides flaring and curving up as if to engulf Abe--

--and is snagged around one of said projections by a large red hand. The ensuing squawk is simultaneously "affronted chicken" and "squealing tires".]

 

[Overly cheerful:] Amalgamous! You wouldn't be fighting mortals now would you, sibling dear?

 

[Armory watches this, visor glinting interestedly. She's not gonna say anythign though, just let her cape flutter in a sudden breeze with no source, watching the primes curiously]

 

[Very screechy, even for giant robot language:] ☹︎♏︎⧫︎ ♑︎□︎ □︎♐︎ ❍︎♏︎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎●︎♋︎♑︎⬧︎◆︎♍︎&︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ❒︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎♏︎♎︎︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ⬧︎◻︎♋︎⬥︎■︎ □︎♐︎ ♋︎ ♌︎❒︎□︎&︎♏︎■︎︎ ♑︎●︎♓︎⧫︎♍︎♒︎⍓︎ ♎︎♓︎◻︎⬧︎⧫︎♓︎♍︎&︎✏︎

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Let go of me, you slagsucking rusted-out spawn of a broken, glitchy dipstick!

[The part of Mala that was grabbed transforms again, hundreds of little tiny platelets digging into the seams of Vector's hand and swarming up his arm.]

 

-Abe is handing onto a bit and shooting into the mass, doing absolutely nothing helpful-

 

Hello there!

Well that wasn't very nice. No reason to insult Primus when it's me you're trying to eat. Which is, admittedly, an improvement on trying to eat some hapless Cybertronian!

 

-The hapless cybertronian is still shooting and biting at mala-

 

[Amalgamous does not actually have infinite mass, and can't quite manage to completely surround Abe; however, the gunfire doesn't really seem to be bothering them. They try to wrap a suspiciously-organic-seeming tentacle limb around the arm holding onto them instead.]

✋︎︎●︎●︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎◆︎●︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♒︎□︎♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎ ✋︎ ●︎♓︎&︎♏︎✏︎ ☞︎❒︎♋︎♑︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎︎ ♐︎❒︎♋︎♑︎ ︎❒︎♓︎❍︎◆︎⬧︎︎ ♐︎❒︎♋︎♑︎ ✈︎◆︎♓︎■︎⧫︎◆︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ︎❒︎♓︎❍︎♋︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ □︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎ ⧫︎□︎□︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ❍︎♋︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎✏︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ⧫︎❒︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎□︎❒︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎︎ □︎■︎♏︎ ⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ □︎❒︎ ♋︎■︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎✏︎

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I'll insult whoever I like! Frag you, frag Primus, frag Quintus and Prima and the others too for that matter! You're all traitors anyway, one way or another!

[Mala doesn't seem to have caught on that Operation Peel Vector's Plating Off hasn't made any headway whatsoever.]

 

I see you are... having a bit of an altercation.
[Not making any move to help though]