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Megatron
Posted by isecore on April 19th, 2006
Sömnlöshet. Insomnia. Call it what you want, den är här och rider mig igen. Fyra timmar sömn på nästa två dygn känns lite surt, så jag gjorde en rolig quiz om vilken enorm dödsrobot jag är istället!
(Eller, den kanske inte var så rolig. Jag kanske bara är trött. Whatever.)
Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you’re Megatron!
Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron. Go outside and burn some animals, because you’re worth it.
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April 19th, 2006 at 07:20
You are Gigantor!
Born in 1963, You are possibly the original colossal death robot, being one of the patriarchs of the current crop, and definitely an advocate of old-skool enemy-bashing. Why use a clumsy particle weapon when you can create supernovas just by flexing your arms? Your one minor weakness is that you are entirely dominated by some kid with a remote contol - still, don’t let it get you down. You can sink a nuclear submarine with jazz music.
April 19th, 2006 at 07:54
You are Optimus Prime!
Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can’t resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?
April 19th, 2006 at 11:03
Det ÄR jobbigt när man inte kan somna ja.
Been there, done that.
April 19th, 2006 at 16:17
Jag har en Megathron (mmm det stavas nog olika beroende på vart man kollar) i EVE-Online
April 19th, 2006 at 20:13
Haha! Jag rockar, jag blev Bender!
April 19th, 2006 at 23:54
Holy Voltron rip-off, you’re Megazord!
You own being huge. You are the hugest guy around, without a doubt. Even really huge people whimper at your hugeness. And you are made of really huge robot dinosaurs. Huge. You are so huge it takes five power rangers to control you. And you can mash anything. Even mounds of foam rubber the size of cities. Because you’re huge. Sorted.