Discussion in 'Transformers Funnies' started by Autobus Prime, Nov 28, 2005.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
Besides us...(we believed, anyway).
Thanks for everything Autobus! It was a hell of a ride!
Everything must come to an end...but not that kind of end. ^_^
Oh no, not by a long shot. The website is indeed being updated until it lines up with this thread, but it won't stop there. There's going to be more updates this weekend, and after that, and after that. I don't know how frequent they will be, but I've got a stack of papers with a script written on them and those last few episodes in April were only the first few pages. But if this all goes well, and I don't start another anime con between now and Christmas, then this year, 2016, will be the year when Haxxmas finally wraps up!
Until next Haxxmas of course. Because after this arc ends...the next one begins!
TWAS A CUNNING RUSE!!
Ah, nothing warms my lasercore (besides the atomic fires of an Antimatter Missile attack) quite like knowing Blurry Robot Theater will go on, just like Queen sang about the show going on. And no, Hacker X3, in regards of Blurry Robot Theater's future, I didn't think so. Thanks for doing Maintenance Duty on that message with those lightbulbs - the last thing we want with our shareholders is a severe case of Lasercore Failure from that little shock tactic of yours. And yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus... and he kicks skidpate!
Aye, that 'tis, Yon Crusher of Stones.
Six years and six Christmases ago today, a crack elite commando team of suicidally brave-lasercored, heavily armed and armored to the teeth and completely triggerhappy and "Out-to-Breakfast-Lunch-AND-Dinner" insane mechs, femmes and protoformlings - one of those supercommandoes being Yours Truly, naturally - arrived through the good spaceliner Gostan Balik, YF-DE-173, and was assembled in a space station truckstop one fated lunar cycle. Their mission? To hack Time itself as a hacker hacks a Supercomputer in the virtual reality of Cyberspace, avert a traumatic tragedy that has befallen a certain silver Autobot Chevy and a Santa Claus-type Shinki and change History for the better, thus creating the True Happy Ending of All Time... oh yes. And purge the Multiverse of the foul diabolic taint of (Speak it not aloud!) the White Serpent and his seemingly-endless army of his Legion daemons while we're at it. One fated collision course with a NERD brick later... here I am. Here we all are. At the Allshell, an infernal dystopian cyberpunk version of the Allspark - the Nine Hells to the latter's Seven Heavens. Once the throne-plane of the late and loathed Decepticon tyrant Straxus and his sickening exercise of his power he called Straxmas, whom our fated crashland in the Gostan Balik has put out of this dimension's inhabitants' misery... now the Unholy Dominion of the White Serpent, a video gamebreaking Digital Devil wielding dread diabolical power straight from the Lower Planes themselves and a sick, twisted and just plain fragged up sense of black humor just as bad. Now I'm starting to be like Energon Megatron in the Dreamwave comics after returning to the Land of Moving Parts after ten long years of being gone in Armada - and starting to know how he felt ("Six... years! Six... YEARS! SIX... YEARS!!!"). But as Yogi Berra best said it: "It ain't over 'till it's over." And with me, UltimateOptimus (Praised be his name, but wear it out not!), returning to the Land of Moving Parts in a mighty new Jaeger-grade body and the high-tech arsenal and the kick-the-Devil's-tail attitude to go with it, the Ghosts of those brave mechs and femmes who were terminated fighting the White Serpent standing by to give Big White a Haunting from Beyond the Grave to remember come the next backup (Hope it costs him a bundle in Nanites!) and HalconFenix currently en-route through A-Driver Express (The Only Way To Travel Through Atomically Powered Railguns) and avoiding becoming stardust altogether, all hope ain't lost for Sideswipe, Tsugaru and the rest of the Multiverse.
By Saint Shannon Masters, Warrior Nun Areala of the Holy Church, Patron Saint of the Magic Priests and Warrior Nuns, femmes and gentlemechs, mark my words: if Haxxmas is coming to an end and a new arc about to dawn... then let's wrap this Christmas present up snug as a bug in a tug and get this new party started the only way I, UltimateOptimus, knows how: with a BANG packing the punch of a thousand Antimatter Missiles all detonating in harmonic unison! And by the Warrior Nun of Nineties Legend, we will either come home to our dimension the Heroes and Heroines of Christmas and the Saviors of Sideswipe and Tsugaru... or in body bags!
Speaking of whom... get a tight grip of yourself, UltimateOptimus... remember thy training in Silver Cross and everything the Good Warrior Nun Shannon Masters has taught thee in the art of the Holy War and the noble mantle of Devil Slayer...
Reads well with Freddie singing behind it. Ahhhh...we don't seem to have as good a song-master as the Fleet One here in Valhalla. Guess we should do something about that. By the way, what are the kids doing? The daughter has been bugging me about her part in this epic tale. Well...bottoms up!
Initial reaction: Noooooooooo, I don't want this comic to end before my comic self comes back from the dead and is able to return home!
Sees second update: Oh thank God, you scared me half to death that this was the end.
Edit: I can't remember if I mentioned in this thread that I changed my username from TRANS+CRAZY to Lock Cade. I might have, but it's been so long...
A joke or two, a running gag
Autobus has these in the bag.
A choice was made, a plot unfurled
A newly explored micron world.
We saw the whole story unfold
And if I may be quite so bold
It left us out in the cold
So we broke the mold.
A Christmas jest?
Not so. The best!
We fought the narrative unrest!
Hope for Tsugaru
And Sideswipe's restless ghost
But heck if I don't have reason to boast.
We battle rough
Was at the ready.
A mighty zoom, a cannon blast
The fun and games just couldn't last.
He drew us in, left us to dry
Only to die and die and die.
To say I'd want it modified
That'd be a lie.
Much as it's sad to see thee fly
I don't believe this is goodbye.
I'll try not to cry.
One more for the road.
It never ends.
That's what I had written last night you sneaky sneak.
But it never ends!
What the fudge, another zombie raised from the grave?
Super generic light bulbs are the best kind.
Glad to see this isn't actually over.
Like Autobus, I too am allowed occasional unannounced two-year hiatuses.
(I never left, I just haven't logged in in forever. Feels like coming home.)
Where's that mead? Did anyone remember to bring some along on our long walk back from the dead?
We should celebrate by taking a toy or ten to Toys for Tots!
I'm sorry, but I refuse this >:c
/necro/ But yes, all things must come to an end, and what an end! :'D Thank you for all the great times, stories, plots, characters, and all the entertainment you've offered us with your work! ^_^ /endnecro/
Shhhh. I'm being overly dramatic! >=p
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