— Megatron began to reach for the Quality orb.—
100 Elite Soldiers Are Always Superior To An Undisciplined Rabble of thousands.
—Before his servos could touch the surface of the sphere, however, his arm froze, then angled sharply and painfully around to sink into the deep red sphere. —
—The globes began to rapidly expand, the sounds of warcries, drums, marching feet, and bloodthirsty laughter grew louder, louder, LOUDER
— And then Megatron awoke, through means of a tough snore. —
—The great, gray-haired
Decepticon bolted upright, staring in horror at his immense, hairy hands, covered in a rough textile. —
—A great bellow of rage shattered the morning calm around the tent of Magnar "Olaf" the Huge. The man himself tore it open, livid. Many shaggy heads poked out from other such temporary structures. —
"Awww, he's gone sober!"
edited 3rd Jan '11 9:18:27 PM by Colonial1.1