This is set in demolisher's community in shanghai (as mentioned in his bio) which i call demotown. these short stories look into the daily lives of the constructicons. I will add new chapters as it goes along, but it will be slow and steady, i will update my sig with the add dates. Chapter 1: A morning's artwork. "Rampage, what in Cybertron's name are you up to?" asked Demolisher as he rolled up to the 4-legged robot. He could not quite see as Rampage's strange body was obstructing the view, "art" replied Rampage briefly. As Rampage turned round, Demolisher could see he was holding a paint can and a welding torch. As Demolisher tried to look Under the giant sheet covering the floor, Rampage Promtly hit him with one of his tread whips, "ouch!" exclaimed Demolisher, "uh, uh, uh" said Rampage, wagging his finger, " your'e not allowed to look until it's finished!" he said excitedly. Demolisher, not wanting to be hit again, and feeling a little deafeated, rolled away and heard a familiar grumbling, " Long-haul, over here!" he cried, the large, green dump-truck rolled over, dumped it's load and transformed. " I am sick of hauling all this broken and shredded metal for that ungrateful bulldozer!" shouted Long-haul, "all this scrap is for rampage?" asked Demolisher, "yeah, he says he is making art out of this rubbish" said Long-haul. "You know what this means?" asked Demolisher, "no, what? " asked Long haul, " this means that the so-called art he is making will look like a complete slag-heap!" chuckled Demolisher, as they were laughing together they heard a voice over their com-links, " come see guys, it's finished!" cried Rampage, "well its ridiculing time!" laughed Demolisher, "yeah and payback time for making me carry all that slag!" shouted Long-haul. They both transformed and drove back to where rampage was standing holding the giant sheet in a triumphant way they then transformed back to robot mode, " alright where is this sla-" Demolisher stopped abruptly and fainted. As Long-haul walked closer he saw what made Demolisher faint, Rampage's art-work was of a robot standing tall over a pile of defeated enemies, "but, but, but, it's, it's, it's" stuttered Long-haul "it's beautiful!" he cried, before he fainted aswell. Rampage just shrugged his shoulders, and walked off. What did you think? Try to be nice with comments!