shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Unfortunately, no. I do have one of her specialty blasters.

It's not like we're exclusive, we're just supposed to negotiate these things first.

 

-trotting back to Onyx- So what do we do? I don´t know if Cap´tn Nichromes stuff will work on Unicron, even if I can find it.

 

-pulls away immediately- You will not.

 

...

[Are they smaller now? They've definitely lost some of their spinny bits, and a fair few of their optics have gone dark blue.]

...still alive, at least. For now. Aren't exactly... well. You know how stubborn they can get once they set in somewhere.

 

Well Frag.

 

Mmmm.

...mine're dead.

 

The teeny tiny Hippolyta stares up at the massive @Unicron for a moment, then hisses and bristles-
Go away! Go away I don't like you!

 

Hippolyta, what are you doing here?

-he stands up-
Don't you dare touch my daughter.

 

Oh no, I haven't the slightest idea anymore. My silly little head can't hold a thought for longer than three seconds. I really need help figuring things like that out, I can't possibly be trusted to know anything.

[Oh hey, he still has the tastelessly purple drinks from when Itch exploded. Now they have straws. Everyone gets a drink! And "everyone" means "Burlesque."]

 

whats next, does anyones estranged animal parent wanna start getting frisky with its offspring too? dont be shy. be the shitty hentai youve always dreamed of.

 

Okay.

 

Technically He was there first, for all I thought they were done with this mess. Aemulas aren't supposed to try to kill each other.

Primus said he wanted to try talking, so we let him talk. When that fails...

...well. Talking plans in front of the enemy rarely goes well. Suffice it to say it's a problem for Primes to deal with, not mortals.

 

Has this not happened yet? No, wait. I was thinking of the horse thing and the sea horse thing. Carry on.

 

Ya can´t expect me ta just sit on my aft and not help!

 

Mm, well, then I suppose this falls under things I'd like to have known before.

 

...damn.

[Now is not the time to make a snarky comment about how many more would be alive if Alchemist hadn't been playing with their sparks.]

...wanna jus' sit for a bit?

 

-He nods.-

 

not having a family also solves that problem

i dont know that that means so i dont know if im smarter than that or not

im glad somebodys gross enough to be willing to eat that

this is definitely a popcorn situation

 

Try to stop me, brother.

You have no authority over me, abomination.

[he stares down at the tiny mortal, wordlessly]

Speak for yourself, child. Your Concepts do not apply to the Lord of Chaos.

 

Believe me. I will stop you. Do not touch her.