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// I MISSED IT BY A DAY. Happy BlogDay Blackout.

// May 30th will be this blog's 11 year anniversary.

holy shit.

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// May 30th will be this blog's 11 year anniversary.

holy shit.

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He's got a concert to play tonight.

Wish him luck.

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Stares in Headmaster-Of-The-Best-Science-Academy-In-Iacon disappointment.

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Have a budgie.

"Shoulder rides for everyone!"

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Stretches.

Everything pops.

Ow.

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Blackout leans against a wall, arms crossed and lit cygar in the corner of his mouth. At 45 feet tall, he is a behemoth, helm nodding along to the music.

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Soundwave, he's an old grunge rocker and an independent label producer.

Better impress him.

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He heard there was a rave, and naturally, he has to go check it out.

Does he have to work tomorrow? Yes.

Is he the Headmaster of the most prestigious Academy in Iacon? Yes.

Time to party.

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Can you heal? Can you feel? The change in my heart!

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Stretches his wings out.

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RIP Bones.

Unknown -- January 12th, 2025.

// pretty flower snake

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It was the Earth holiday that some of the countries celebrate, "New Years". It doesn't really matter here on Cybertron, but Blackout has always had a sordid love affair with that gorgeous planet ...

Anyway, Kyanite stayed up long enough to reach midnight, stood up, held up his little glass of fake booze, said "Happy New Year, sluts", and Legolas'd out of the room to go to bed.

Primus, he loves that kid.

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Takes in a deep breath.

"FUCK. I HAVE TO DO MY TAXES."

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Looks like everyone's comin out of the woodworks

"Seems that way!"