Dear Galvatron, what's your story before the Great War?
A tiny race of power-boosting beingsā¦ born on a slab, a living weapon created to besiegeā¦ a golden disk, shimmering with the secrets of a bygone ageā¦ a tarnished age of pointless theatrics and state games, forced to debase myself before some rusted relicā¦ double punch refuses to see what i see, maximal versus predacon versus builder versusā¦ the autobots, whose decadent lives are supported by our sacrifices, labouring below to make their world possibleā¦ possibleā¦ all things are possible through my will, reshaping cybertron itself to smother starsā¦ infinite power denied to my kind, given over to a race of mewling infants with power to change like we never will, trapped byā¦ the functionist council, always the council, never allowing us to move towards peace, forever crushingā¦ the thetacons, so many dead and dying, so much pointless slaughter, a fallen god, whispering his poison into my audio receptorsā¦ poisonā¦ poison in my veins, in my spark, the roar of the crowds, no longer d-16, no longer megatronus, becoming dark, energon dark, crushing darkness, dark asā¦ a cybertron burning under the weight of optimus prime, heroic rebels scattered to the winds, a tyrant triumphant, freedom crushedā¦ crushed like megazarakās head beneath my the heel of my boot, deceptions, rise upā¦ ascendā¦ ascenticons, determined to heal a world scarred by a threefold spark termagax i will not fail you azimuth you failed me i have failed myself born and reborn not megatron never megatron always galvatron reborn as galvatron died as galvatron megatron gigatron teratron exatron magmatron d-16 megatronus galavar galavratron galvatron ii gnashteeth beast megatron emperor of destruction galvatron iii rebirth megatron master megatron final megatron-
GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
