re_alignment_logs | there was only three rules

WHO: Stripe, OPEN
WHERE: Around the junk pile.
WHEN Friday Friday Friday
WHAT: Mayhem in the junk pile! Courtesy of Stripe and his 28 minions.
WARNINGS: Gremlins.

It had been a few days since the small mogwai had found some food, eaten it after midnight as his instincts told him and cocooned up. It had taken over a day for it to hatch and Stripe to emerge in his new green, less than furry form. It had been even longer for the creature to find water in the amount of time he could get when there wasn't much light out.

He'd only found enough water to spawn 30 fellow gremlins, not as many as he wanted, but enough to cause some mayhem. Two of them had already been murdered by their fellows. Stripe does what he wants. Scuttling around the piles of junk looking for weapons, technology, and pretty much anything else they could get their claws on. They needed to kill, kill and have fun doing it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Frenzy had gone off to the junkpile to look for the equipment Megatron needed to finish his portal. He had wandered around for a short while, throwing stuff here and there. Smiled when he found a nice thick pipe. He spent a minute or two swinging it around like a sword or spike-studded bat, bashing away junk, before - right, right. Uh, work.

Though Frenzy didn't get back to work for long. Because soon he found himself wandering into a frenzy (no pun intended) of creepy, crazy goblins.

"The frag?"

there was only three rules

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