((All entries prior to this one are from the now-closed TFBlogs RPG and will remain to serve as background for the character.))

*Dirge walks through the corridors of the Nemesis, stopping every forty feet or so to tape up a sign. They all read the same thing:

LOST

1 pet rock

Answers to the name of "Turbo"

Reward: 20 Energon cubes

If found please contact Dirge

*He walks onward, sniffling now and then*

I finally called the cops to help search for Turbo. It's been, like, over twenty four months since he went missing so I think it's within the right time limit. So this guy shows up, and we get to talking, and it turns out he likes pastries, too! Specifically, donuts.

He even shared some photos! Here he is participating in the Wrangle The World's ( Read more... )

You up for a raid?

I got coupons.


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Whoever put broken pieces of Insecticlones in my stocking is going to PAY! That took up all the room so there was no place for Santa to put things ( Read more... )

WHY is all the donuts gone?!

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[Internal Log]

Frag, no one EVER brings anything to these meetings anymore. I want a donut, damn it. Starscream better get his act together and start thinking of the important stuff! Could at least have some energon...or silicon wafers...SOMETHING. A jet's gotta have sustenance.

[/Internal Log]

*Dirge heads down one of the lower level hallways, still trying to figure out exactly where Klank has gotten off to... Picking up on a trail of hydrolic fluid, he follows it to a junction and hangs a right ( Read more... )

*Dirge grunts as his systems are forced back online, following a nasty little spark to a sensor under a side access panel. Feeling the panel swing shut and lock, he unshutters his optics and waits a few astroseconds while the cameras behind his optic plates readjust....bringing a grinning face into focus. One hand coming up, the seeker shoves the ( Read more... )