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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 30, 2008 19:35:57 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime, still wearing the cowboy hat he received from Scourge during the 'Best Battle' award, walks once more onto the stage, a slight spring to his step. Once he reaches the podium, he smiles at everyone and begins.
"Right. I imagine we're all going to have enough with speeches tonight, so I'll keep this short. I'm up here to grant the Angstiest Autobot award." He winks at the audience. "I don't know about you lot, but I'm just glad to know I'm not a nominee!
"As for who are nominees, first on the list is the alternate Emirate Xaaron. Next we have Long Haul, followed by Omega Supreme." He pauses and tilts his head, then nods. "Yeah, I guess I can see that. Anyway, after him, it's Perceptor, and the last two on the list are Slingshot and Swerve. A congratulations, I, erm, guess, to all nominees!" And then he claps, and even looks enthusiastic, but it's still possible that he's just being polite.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 1, 2008 18:33:02 GMT -5
"What?!" exclaims Long Haul from Omega Supreme's rather ample lap. "I ain't angsty!" Then he looks up at Omega Supreme. "What's angsty, anyway?"
Sounds like some sort of unpleasant disease!
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Jun 1, 2008 19:38:10 GMT -5
"It's an unfortunate disease of the psyche, that spreads to the vocalizer in short order," Dead End observed. "Surprisingly, it isn't often fatal."
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Emirate Xaaron-3
Rookie
Ate you alive since you were a child/That's when the monster first appeared in you
Posts: 162
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Post by Emirate Xaaron-3 on Jun 2, 2008 19:18:38 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is quite likely clinically insane and likely suffers from a mixed bag of mental illnesses, with the added fact that he is a nihilistic Unicron worshipper. 'Angst', a tiny little Germanic word, does not begin to sum up his psychoses and eccentricities. He's also wearing a blue Canadian frontier pioneer dress now. Boggle. He mutters, "It's not that noticeable, is it? I don't mean to complain."
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Omega Supreme
Minor
Shorter and Coloured Funny but Still Angry as the Pit
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 3, 2008 16:26:09 GMT -5
Omega Supreme rumbles to Long Haul, "Angst: emotion. Type: anxiety."
If he had to call himself anything, he would call himself hateful, because that is literally all that he can feel. Omega Supreme's emotional wounds have scarred, for the most part, rather than healing. He's gotten better at feeling normal emotions as time has passed, but for the most part, he simply remembers what they were supposed to feel like, rather than actually experiencing them as he should.
That said, he has had serious internal debates about the Constructicon Problem, so Omega Supreme won't argue the point. Instead, he simply tries to pat Long Haul gently on the head, a motion intended to be reassuring.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 5, 2008 22:18:34 GMT -5
"Somebody's been drinking coolant," Swerve growls aloud to himself, hunkering down low in his seat, "they think I'm… what's it, anxious." Omega mumbled something about this angst thing meaning anxious, anyway.
I'm not angsty. I'm gonna be pretty fragging angry, this smelt-slag keeps up.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 6, 2008 7:25:59 GMT -5
"And the Angstiest Autobot is..."
Not me, not me, Rodimus Prime gleefully thinks,
"Long Haul, our Constructibot!" He claps his hand furiously, trying to make it seem like getting this award is a good thing. "Congrats, Long Haul! Come on down!"
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 8, 2008 15:50:30 GMT -5
Long Haul grunts. "I ain't got no anxiety diseases!" Then he grumbles. He's going to have to go up there and accept the award anyway, isn't he?
Long Haul clambers down from Omega Supreme's lap and trudges up to the stage, muttering about reverse-welds and miss-sorts. Sure, he wants fame, but he wants fame for being an explorer, not having an anxiety disease! Finally, he trudges up to the stage and tilts his head, looking up at Rodimus Prime expectantly.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 12, 2008 17:36:17 GMT -5
"Congratulations, Long Haul," Rodimus repeats, shaking the Constructibot's hand. Then he hands him the award. It's designed to look like an Autobot symbol, but the features have been exaggerated. Most Autobot symbols look somewhat like they're frowning. This one looks like it's crying.
Long Haul accepts it, and then the Prime claps the dump truck-former on the back and grins. "But you know, you need to lighten up sometime!" Then he steps back, clapping some more, before he gestures to the podium. "Well? Got a speech?"
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 19, 2008 17:21:27 GMT -5
Long Haul accepts the award, but when he's asked whether or not he has a speech he takes a half step back, his shoulders tense, the fingers on his free hand partially splayed, his posture taking on a slight crouch. All in all, he gives the impression of a scared rabbit about to spring away.
"I... erm... I..." he looks around at the crowd. The huge crowd. And while he's always wanted fame, it's not as though he's prepared for it.
"Er..." and finally, he spits it out. "No, no speech!" And with that he scurries off the stage, rushes back, and clambers up into Omega Supreme's oversized lap.
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