Greetings, fellow Cybertronians. It is with deep displeasure that I inform you all that I was coerced into creating a profit on this accursed human application. My stupid ward was the one that forced me to do so. I'm looking at YOU, Orion! Anyway, despite my predicament, I intend to make the most of this arrangement by documenting my experiences following my near-death by the three Predacons. I hope you enjoy reading about it.

(Naw jk I'm actually just a girl who's been writing a Transformers: Prime fanfiction for like a year and a half. I've actually been on Wattpad for three years this past May, but I don't wanna connect this account to my main because my friend Radishologist would prolly judge me but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that's how it be sometimes. If you wanna follow my main, it's SalixEnder03, and I deliberately chose not to link it. Honestly I bet nobody comes across this but as long as I get my story out, I'll feel better.)

Anyway, feel free to chat if you want!

Fragging_Starscream