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Wreckgar
Legacy Name: Wreckgar


The Angelic Donadak
Owner: Cybertron

Age: 8 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 19th, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: May 19th, 2015

Statistics


  • Level: 76
     
  • Strength: 147
     
  • Defense: 22
     
  • Speed: 14
     
  • Health: 14
     
  • HP: 14/14
     
  • Intelligence: 261
     
  • Books Read: 258
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Certified Mad Scientist


There be millions of worlds, little rocks, running all round through that big old thing you call... space? All the planets are made of diff'rent things, super new and cleverlike, each place you find is shiny squeaky to you with a brand new prize waitin' at the end, or the middle, or the beginning.

N' not only is there enough lumps a' matter around to clog a grindworm's nozzle, there's plenty enough people on them, too, things that do all sorts of other things, and by George, you're one of them to one of them, you are.

We all are being right strange on first glance, even with each other, even when you're a lil tyke, just bein' welded, makin stock of names and numbers, listening for those magic words and all the rest, you're learnin' to love the package deal you were built into, and the verysame package deal is learnin to love little old you, not useful enough yet to bend a bobby pin, and stranger'n the strangest things.

So don't you be going around thinking any little fellow with a different paintjob, no fingerjoints, maybe an odd number of bolts and screws from yours, is worth any less of a good spectacular one-time event than you and your kin, no, sir, bad deal. Y'know, guv, there'd be plenty many who'd see you down there on the downlow being a good lad and think the same, n' d'you think they've got the bingo?

It's right easy to place yerselves on the highest tier thatlike, but you ain't alive till you know for truth that all kinds and corners o' life, super right, you could bunker up with 'em and feel at home, sure? Evrythin that grows's all the same to you, if you feel it, rightlike connect to it. When there's little fellas at your doorstep, righto, knocking, asking for any whathaveyou, cuppa sugar, even just wanting a short chat, n' you take all your power n' decide to do something wicked? Ain't a jolly show.

If'n you stick around for the better deal, keep it in you all that light, draw up th' knowledge and power around ya, right quick you'll see their fuel pumps same as yours, maybe diff'rent rate but all the same, n' they've got a head, and feet, and a spark. They feel, right they do, maybe you get to know each other a bit better an' you find more than a bit in common, or more than a bit new.

You're gonna grow either way, guv, and there's a right solid chance you'll be happy.

Pet Treasure


Rusty Tin Rocketship

Dystopian Salvaged License Plate

Pet Friends


Rodimus
Bah-weep gragnah weep nini bong!

Ratchet
I DARE to be stupid!

Ultra Magnus
Sorry pal - warranty's expired!