TFBlogs-related, but rather dark for the tone of the 'Blogs...
End of the Day
Sunset on the Vegas strip. Hot Spot wiped his brow, the gesture entirely pointless. They'd chased Megatron and his new Deceptifemme away hours ago, but it would be months before their presence was erased. Oikodomopolis had dropped down in city-mode and everything under her was flattened.
Hot Spot didn't want to think about the hotels that had been under her, but he had to. It was the Protectobots' job to protect humans from the Decepticons. Even moreso than any of the other Autobots.
Those two Decepticons killed more humans than had died in the last fifteen years of the war.
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End of the Day
Sunset on the Vegas strip. Hot Spot wiped his brow, the gesture entirely pointless. They'd chased Megatron and his new Deceptifemme away hours ago, but it would be months before their presence was erased. Oikodomopolis had dropped down in city-mode and everything under her was flattened.
Hot Spot didn't want to think about the hotels that had been under her, but he had to. It was the Protectobots' job to protect humans from the Decepticons. Even moreso than any of the other Autobots.
Those two Decepticons killed more humans than had died in the last fifteen years of the war.