I feel like a tard, not having posted anything here in a long time.
I'm not dead, though.
Anyways, I want to make sure my skills haven't rusted at all.
This is on the Petpage of my pet, Klez.
It is based off of transformers, and a roleplay with a friend. Maybe a Fan fiction?
Anyways, he's my character.
I just want to know if this sounds interesting.
Reviews are loved, even if just one sentence.
Thaaankkksss~
I might work on more later. Counts on my mood, really. C:
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It was moments before I moved again, the sound of my running processor telling me that I had awaken from what had seemed a forcefully induced slumber. My mind was in shambles, but my desire to kill had remained, burning stronger than anything else. Maybe even stronger than my will to live. I just knew I had to... I was made to... that's what I was always told to do, and it felt right.
When I stood, I found my structure was in as bad a condition as my mind; pieces dangled from my frame, wires lacing over the ground in intricate patterns. More startling than anything else, I could see my spark glowing beneath the metallic exterior that had once appeared stable. I felt my lips curling into a snarl, claws unsheathing with a loud, piercing sound. Following soon after another sound reached my audios.
"And this is what you wanted. Look at this damn monster."
Even with my shattered image my senses remained fully operational; turning swiftly, despite the painful strains from my detached innards, I found my optics locked on something in the distance. No, to be more precise, two figures. They were behind a gla.ss, a great solid barrier that separated me from the rest of the world; the gla.ss that had always kept me from the world. Upon further inspection it seemed I was in the same locked and secluded cell that I had remained in for my entire life. Funny how when a place you are trapped is so isolated from the rest of the world, and yet the world seems to find you...just to hurt you.
"This thing? I'd call this more of a success." The next voice, though stoic and stern, had a strange feeling that sent shivers through my CPU. "I think with more work it can be completed. As of now it succeeds in the one thing I wanted; to kill. Not only can it tear another robot apart with pure brute strength, but it has every infectious virus known to Primus. I'd say that's quite a masterpiece on its own..."
I could see the owner of the first voice nodding. Though it was indeed a gla.ss that kept me from them- which I considered quite a downer, as I still wanted to eliminate something - it was clouded over as well, keeping my sharp vision from completely identifying the foreign subjects; though not truly foreign, as they had seemingly observed me all my life. Observed me, noted things about me, tested on me, forcing me to endure procedure after procedure. Maybe that's why I wanted to kill them so much.
"Seeing as it is at completion in functioning, but not mind, I would think you'd name it." The first voice sounded again, just as cold as the second, but I could sense a hint of misunderstanding.
"I find naming it useless. There's no need for me to link compa.ssion to a mere project. 661612 is its code number, and all I shall call it." The other motioned to protest, but was cut short. "Fine fine. Klez. As that is a name for one of the most - if not the most - deadliest virus. Suiting for what will be the most feared creation of all..."
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