You would think that death is all doom and glom but, it loses its scariness when it's happing all the time around you. I mean like 'Oh there goes josh to the tarricons, or Oh there goes that base up in flames' you just lose the mantality to lable death as something scary is all I'm trying to say. I'm going to die anyway why not go down in a spectacular way, so here I am surrounded by glass walls holding of tarricons outside and a massive bomb behind me.
Wonderful. Hear that sarcasm.
I suppose it's a good death if my friend and family are getting far, far away from this place as possible or, this would be for nothing at all. Oh you are probably wondering 'Tarricons?', well they are Giant undead cybertronians brought back by dark energon. They appeared 12 years age and so far killed off 98% of earth's population, not good numbers I know. My family and friends have lived and survived this mess by sticking together until we found a military base, free of undead so we lived in it for 4 years. We lived pretty peacefully for those years until they showed up like that unwanted uncle every thanksgiving, tarricons slow marched to our base and we had to go down levels we never needed to go down to.
This is how we found the massive bomb and an alternate escape route for important people to go too. We planned for someone to trigger the bomb and run, never planned for the 4 inch thick bullet proof glass wall to come closing down. They tried to get me out with no luck so I told them to get as far away from here as possible to continue living their lives. That is how I got here with now where to run, what a spectacular way to go, not. A bang pulled me form thought causing me to look up at the now cracked glass wall and angry looking tarricons.
"huh, so I'm going to either die by tarricons or go in an epic ball of fire and take them with me. I think there should be a timer on this." Looking for a pad and finding one 2 minutes later, it looked like someone decided that they were going to design this thing drunk. Why would you need to make a bomb with a lever that does absolutely nothing at all and there is two of them. Finally finding the timer and setting it for 00:20 seconds before turning it on and turning to face the tarricons.
"Well at least I'm not dieing alone because you guys are here and I'm sure you don't want to kill me?" Growling returned. Sighing as I slid down to the ground at the base of the massive bomb and puting head in hands looking at the tarricons in front of me. 10 seconds left on the timer, I closed my eyes and counted down the seconds
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Thinking back now I'm going to miss my friends and family
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Sure we had hard times and I know Optimus and Megatron are finally getting along for once
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but I'm going to miss them all
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My pathetic life in this small world came to a end with a flash of bright a** light.