[Feed opens to Megatron at the well, standing, looking pompous as the norm.]

Hello, puny inhabitants of this disgusting cesspool. I am known as Lord Megatron. You may refer to me as your new master. If you disagree, allow me to show you the results of defiance.

[The focus of the video changes to the contents in his hand. A relatively young woman ( Read more... )

Mr Johnson...?

Cave?

I've searched up and down, high and low in the city over and over, Caroline doesn't seem to be anywhere and to be honest I'm getting worried.

But don't worry, It's a safe bet she isn't dead, If she was she would have just shown up again at the ink well a few days later.

Hows your search going?

[This particular night, Jetfire finds himself sitting alone on a rooftop, curled into a little ball of worry, rocking back and forth a little. The look on his face betrays everything, though partially hidden behind his knees. Every so often, there is a soft whimper and a shudder from the jetling.]

[All at once, he ducks his face completely behind ( Read more... )

[Well, hello there Ink City. You're quite in for a treat today when the feed on your communicators turn on. No, no it wasn't anything depressing or something god awful. Then again this is pretty subjective, so it's up to you. There seems to be some music playing in the background. There's also a silhouette that can't be seen at the moment.]

Woe to ( Read more... )

[Once again, the city will have to suffer through its local Trevor hour on the communicator screen! And oh, what's this? He's standing outside with his huge shoulder pad-Breen military outfit ensemble. Boy he looks oh-so-content, doesn't he? Oh right, he's getting ready to speak.]

Another year has begun--if this world operated on the physics of a ( Read more... )

[ The feed opens in on a black, crackly haze, and there's not much to be seen beyond the wisps of smoke and black dust. Someone's definitely making a grand enterance. If you're so fortunate to be around, plumes of black and blue and gray spill out the sides of the fountain, encircling it like a fog, contrasting against the snow's pure look. Bad ( Read more... )

[ A lone man stands in the pier, before he starts running again. He's quick to take out his crowbar and scan the area for any enemies. If Ravenholm and Nova Prospekt have taught him, trust no one and keep moving. The device is rather cumbersome to hold while sprinting so he rummages any trash he can to find a discarded handbag, anything to stuff it ( Read more... )

[A pink blob plopped from the InkWell and down to the ground. The blob had seemed to grow stubs for arms and large red feet. "It" then hopped up to a standing position, revealing a cute face; wide ellipse-shaped eyes, small mouth, and red-pink blush. The pink puffball looked around himself, somewhat confused ( Read more... )

[Okay ( Read more... )

[There appears to be a peculiar snowman just standing in one of the city's sidewalks. For some reason it's wearing, erm, headphones? Well that's just dumb, snowmen don't have ears.

Even stranger, the closer you may approach it, the bigger its coal smile seems to get. But again, that's dumb. You're obviously just seeing things.

...right?

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