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   "Every man dies, but not every man really lives."- William Ross Wallace

"Why do I bother?" Ratchet wondered solemnly into the heavy silence of the med bay.

There came no reply to the question. The medic remained unbothered that no answer came, for he hadn't been expecting an answer when he had asked the question. For all the times he had asked the question, he never received an answer for his troubles. His life, such as it was in the war, had come to a point where he did not expect answers for most things anymore. And many times, he did not want answers.

When he asked why he bothered anymore, he sometimes fancied that the silence was answer enough, because aside from silence there was no true answer.

There was such an endless pointlessness to the life of a medic who suffered in the middle of war. The most one could ever hope for was to make a temporary repair. The true wounds that afflicted the victims could never be repaired by the tools a medic had at his disposal. Maybe once, a medic's training might have been enough. But not anymore. By now, the wounds had migrated from the physical to a place much deeper where patches and repairs could not reach.

Ratchet did not ask his question lightly. He asked it only in private, giving it his full contemplation. He asked only when the door was locked and he was in the company of only unconscious patients. Nonetheless, he did ask the question because it needed to be asked, if only to fill the long silences in the night. When he worked alone through the lonely midnight, he needed some kind of mystery to ponder, even an answerless one, to keep himself from going mad.

Of course, he had a vague answer for what he did.

His love and faith in the Autobots kept him working through the late hours, working into the dark of twilight until the bleeding of dawn. For them, he did bother.

He set his talents to use, welding together gouged slates of armour and threading new neural circuits. He recalibrated disrupted weapons systems and replaced limbs that had been severed. For many, he held their lives in his hands and brought them back from the brink of death. Like a god, he could bring life back into lifeless frames. But unlike a god, his miracles were limited. No true salvation was ever found. He patched them up and sent them on their way, only to see them again not long after to begin the cycle again.

He worked in this thankless toil because he believed that a future possible when there would be no war. He believed that Optimus Prime could bring them through this darkness and restore Cybertron to the glory it had once known. The ideals of the Autobots were as noble as any great cause could be. If he could contribute in some small part to the war effort in hopes of future peace, then he did so unreservedly.

However, there were two Autobots who prompted him to ask his question more often than any other patient to come under his mercies.

The twins, for as long as they had existed, had always presented to the Cybertronian public the epitome of bizarre mystery. The act of joining two sparks into one was an accepted enough act between sparkmates that one did not raise an optic ridge at such an act. However, the nature of one spark splitting into two separate entities garnered more than its fair share of interest and incredulity. The phenomenon of spark-split twins was so rare as to say that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were the only ones of their kind.

Ratchet had had the pleasure of knowing them when they were young. They had been lively things. Like most young ones, they had been clumsy and curious, excited to be alive and experience life. Sideswipe had been headstrong and incorrigible, always rushing headfirst into things. Sunstreaker had been thoughtful and reserved, willing to think matters through before he made any move at all.

Such innocence they had once known, only to be contrasted so starkly against the creatures they had become.

Empty shells, as if their sparks had already been removed from the metal.

Ratchet's long-ago affection for them had dried up upon witnessing what they had become in the present. Their lives in Kaon as gladiators and merchants of death had left them twisted and cold. They were at times more Decepticon than Autobot. Sideswipe was the better liar of the two, often able to hide this darker side of himself behind smiles and mischievous pranks. One would almost think him a normal Cybertronian were it not for the moments when his true calculating nature was exposed on the battlefield. Sunstreaker came about his true nature more honestly; he was unable to hide the icy composure of his optics nor the disregard with which he treated his fellow Autobots. While many thought his vanity was a comical quirk contrasted against his glacial demeanour, Ratchet knew better than to mistake Sunstreaker's narcissism for anything other than a symptom of his sociopathy. The only moment when Sunstreaker showed any kind of lust at all when he was on the battlefield, fallen into a berserker rage whose thirst for battle could only be quenched in death.

The twins above all others made Ratchet ask the question, "Why bother?"

By all means, the twins should have been Decepticons. It was no secret among the Autobots that the twins had once been at the service of Megatron in Kaon. While there was no true confirmation of the fact, the behaviour of the twins was enough to sustain rumour.

However, no matter how the title did not suit them, and everything about them indicated otherwise, the twins bore the insignia of the Autobots. Their reasons for joining were nothing less than a ruthless desire for revenge, though the reasons for their revenge were their own. Revenge was not a unique reason among Autobots, many of whom had lost loved ones to the war. But the level of the twins' lust for death went beyond any healthy state.

Their hunger for revenge ran so deep they no longer cared if they lived.

Tonight was a perfect example of their carelessness for themselves in their self-torturing quest to visit death upon any Cybertronian who held their allegiance to Megatron.

An Autobot party had engaged with the Decepticons earlier in the day, and the twins had been among the party. They had rushed headfirst into battle without sparing a second glance to their so-called comrades. Even though their enemy happened to be several times their size and heavily armoured, it meant nothing to them. Sometimes it seemed as if they preferred the larger bots, as they proved to be more satisfying when they finally fell. Together, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were formidable opponents. The reports of the engagement were nothing short of a massacre. The twins methods were brutal and un-Autobot-like when they dispatched their Decepticon challengers. Nothing short of agonizing torture before death. Throughout it all, they spared little concern for their own wellbeing.

Now they laid upon two separate berths, riddled with holes and gouges. They were taken apart like scattered, jagged puzzle pieces, and never a full puzzle could be constructed of them. There would always be pieces missing. Armour that had been completely destroyed was now removed, exposing their twitching, oozing innards to the air. Energon lines were sliced, and the energon that had bled out was now congealed throughout their internals in a slimy, dull blue mess.

Ratchet currently stood above Sideswipe, inspecting him for what felt like the thousandth time. The number of times the red warrior had been brought to him for repairs, Ratchet could no longer count. He knew Sideswipe's frame so well that he could probably make the repairs blindfolded.

A great amount of time had been spent throughout the day trying to stabilize him, and there were many touch-and-go moments when it looked like his spark would extinguish from the strain. His battlemask had been ripped from his faceplate, and much of his faceplate had been ripped from his head. One optic was shattered and the other had fallen out of its socket during transport back to Iacon. The contours of his head, once sleek and handsome, were now mangled into a deformed mass of barely-recognizable parts.

Of his frame, not much remained. It appeared as if he had let himself be ripped apart piece by piece, if only to allow himself a closer range to inflict pain on others. So much pain. His chest was ripped into the worst. Obviously there had been Decepticons trying to dig Sideswipe's spark out to kill him. Armour was torn upwards, to the sides, and downward; peeled away like the flesh of some organic fruit. His sparkcase had been cracked, and through that crack came the weak pulse of energy.

His foot had been severed, the leg completely mangled. His arms still retained their hands, and surprisingly all their fingers, but the red armour was stripped away. Blackness edged his sides where his jetpack had backfired from their damages and resulted in an explosion. The berth beneath him was stained with his energon.

It would have been smart to put the mech in one of the Cryogenic Regeneration chambers, but Ratchet didn't bother. Even at the request of others, he denied the act. It was not out of cruelty, but out of practicality. Neither Sideswipe nor Sunstreaker would have any appreciation for the CR chambers. If they came to consciousness within them, they would escape. They'd lay waste to the life-saving devices. Anything more than patching them up and letting them rot in their own misery would be a waste of efforts on Ratchet's part, because anything he did for them would only be undone moments later. They wanted to feel their own pain as readily as they wanted to inflict it on others.

Like many times before when he stood above them as the god of life and death, Ratchet wondered if the physical pain they felt relieved them from the inconceivable torture their sparks suffered? Did they feel relief now, in their unconsciousness? If either of the twins' expressions were any indication, there was no absolution in their oblivion.

Ratchet sighed, deciding that enough had been done for Sideswipe for one night. He turned to Sunstreaker, once again assessing the damages that had been wrought during the day. If it were at all possible, Sunstreaker was worse off than his brother. As a berserker, his rage was always greater, the damage he did to himself and others always more intense. It was only moments like this when he could find release, his vanity seemingly to no longer matter in comparison to the rage inside him.

Whatever tragedy had befallen the mech to drive him to this point, Ratchet could no more ponder the reason than he could count the stars in the sky.

Both fins, as well as his battlemask, had been ripped away. His faceplate fared better than Sideswipes's, but the back of his head was ripped open. A special brace held his head up so that the delicacies of his processor were not lying bare against the berth. It was damaged, but only in a minor sense. Burnt out circuits. Hot ash fusing parts together. Those matters were repairable.

One of his arms had truly been ripped from his shoulder. It was not a clean break at all. The armour was twisted around and around, following the motions it had taken to rend the limb from its frame. The metal endoskeleton within was twisted and snapped, its edges jagged and vulgar. Energon lines had not separated easily, instead being ripped out whole from the frame. Damage had been done to other parts as the energon lines that connected them all together were torn away. His other arm bore all the marks of a brutal fight. Although missing two fingers, the ones that remained were stained morbid blue with energon. Only a single slate of armour hung on by a hinge, and it too was stained blue.

His legs barely hung on by their joints. The knees were completely shattered, the joints damaged beyond repair. Wheeljack would have to build new ones. Like the arm, little armour remained on the legs. What stayed was barely golden anymore. It was all shades of a twilight rainbow; blacks, blues, greys, and rusty browns. There was not a single space there did not suffer some kind of hurt.

But it was his chest that was of sorriest condition of all. That poor, abused chest that was pummelled and mangled, dented, bent, and twisted. There was no evidence that Sunstreaker gave any care for defending the spark that kept him alive. In looking at the damage, one could almost say that it looked he tried to scratch his own spark out, as if its very existence was torture to him.

A large gouge down the centre of his sparkcase exposed the most intimate part of his anatomy. His spark was uncommonly bright. It looked very much like a miniature sun as it pulsed away in its sparkcase. Perhaps it was some kind of sick cosmic joke to give Sunstreaker such a bright, beautiful spark to contrast so brilliantly with the darkness of the monster he'd become.

It was nights like these when Ratchet was alone with the twins and he was able to see into their sparks that he wondered why those sparks kept beating.

Why did they bother when their owners did not seem to care whether they lived or died?

In staring down at Sunstreaker's wrecked form, Ratchet was forced yet again to ask his dreaded question, "Why bother?"

By some strange quirk, Sunstreaker stirred. It should have been impossible with the level of damages he suffered, but against every natural law of the universe, his optics lit up. For a very long moment, he stared up into Ratchet's optics. Ratchet stared back, mesmerized. A stare like that… it was impossible to look away.

A barely audible sigh drifted from the mech, and then he turned his head and fell back into oblivion.

Ratchet sighed and looked the other way.

It was nights like these, above all others, that made him question why he bothered with the twins. What was the point of the repairs when the truth could be seen so clearly in their optics: they were already dead.
So this is my submission for :iconcybertronians: current contest, which is to depict the transformers of your choice as completely battle-damaged. I'm not much of an artist, but I'm pretty good at writing.

I wrote this in about two hours on Saturday night and had a lot of fun doing it. Is it wrong that writing angst and pain is more fun than writing fluff? :XD:

Wish me luck in the contest!
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Midn1ghtcat Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2012
Interesting
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you.
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Spartan-10 Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I think I am cryin a little. :tears:

Sooo awesome! Your description of the twins...uh...well-"injuries" (I would say dismantlement but injuries sounds better.) is so clear that I can see it in my mind.

like you said to blood-tempest, there is something interesting about torturing characters.

Anyways, Great job, insta fave! :lol:
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Awww, my dear, here's a tissue~ *hands you a tissue*

Thank you so much~ I was going for something graphic, so being able to see the descriptions in your head is pretty awesome! :thumbsup:

Haha, there's just something about torturing characters that is intensely, sickly fascinating! :XD:

Thanks for the fave! :)
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Spartan-10 Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Ah, thank you =D

Have you ever noticed that when you see the heroes in a movie get hurt or in pain that's the exact moment when you get into it? I know I do. lolz

Oh, you deserved it! :aww:
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
lol~ Yeah, I've noticed the same thing. I think it's either the visceral reaction we have and can either sympathize and/or empathize with the hero that gets us into the movie, or else we're all secretly sadists that love a good beat down. :XD:
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Spartan-10 Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh yep! =D
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ArwingPilot114 Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
A deeply moving piece, my friend!
:)
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much~ :aww:
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ArwingPilot114 Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
not a problem! ^_^
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LittleMissAwesome Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Student
This is simply amazing.

The way you described Sideswipe's and Sunstreak's injuries were incredible. Gruesome and disturbing, but incredible.:)
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much~

I was definitely going for something gruesome and disturbing, and if incredible is a side-effect, I'll take it. ;p
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LittleMissAwesome Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Student
You're very welcome.;)

:la:
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
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Kitten-Fox Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2011  Student General Artist
This is indescribable. I would never be able to take the time you do to describe the details in this way. Usually, I have to go back and add them, time and time again. The flow throughout the whole piece is stunning. Ratchet's unanswered question contributes to the revealed nature of the twins. The gore adds to their dark personalities; to tell you the truth, I had no idea that the twins were like this before I read this. I will never be able to think about them in the same way, and I don't know what I'm going to do when they're in my fanfiction.

All in all, beautifully horrific story that might just give me nightmares tonight. I'm glad you received first place, because writing more often than not is ignored on dA just for the reading aspect.

Keep writing!
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
My goodness, even if you call this fic 'indescribable' you do a fantastic job of describing it in such a flattering way. :blushes:

The twist I take on the twins here is based on their portrayal in the War Eternal series, which I write on FanFiction. Most writers I find take a lighter spin on them, but I do so love their darker sides. :love: It's truly humbling and fascinating to hear that the writing inspired such a shift in thinking for you in regards to the twins. I hope for the sake of your future fanfiction that this does not affect your writing negatively. ^^;

Given that 'beautifully horrific' and 'nightmare giving' are considered compliments to me, I thank you kindly for the flattery~ You're too kind. :aww:
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Kitten-Fox Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2011  Student General Artist
Well I'm just glad that I could describe it accurately! Sometimes words fail me, and this time was one of them. Their darker sides do creep me out a little too much, so I think I'll keep on their lighter side. Even if I did, I don't think I'd be able to get their aspect as you do, and then that'd be the end of that. Let's hope it doesn't affect anything negatively; I don't want to be boring.

I hope to see more!
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DeathStallion Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2011
I like this theme you going with! I have some questions though, will there be more with these three? Will there be more to their relationship? Because I hope so! ^^


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Twins/Ratchet Forever!
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm glad you like the theme. I like using darker themes to write with- they're far more intriguing than fluff. To answer your questions, this piece actually belongs to a larger universe of writing I have on FanFiction called the War Eternal series. The twins and Ratchet all play their own parts in the universe.
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DeathStallion Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011
That is true!I also like darker themes now and then. To much soft stuff gets boring after a while. I'll check out your fic thanks for answering my questions!

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Twins/Ratchet Forever!
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
*nods* If you're looking for me on FanFiction, I go by the penname Hearts of Eternity
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DeathStallion Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011
Oh, I know you that's where I first read your fic I've read some of your others as well. Nice Work by the way!
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Lecidre Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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Wow... the detailed descriptions of their damages are so gruesome yet also incredibly amazing. It's a miracle that the Twins were still alive after that horrendous battle/massacre. If you draw this medbay scene down on the paper and draw all the characters as humans, the scene would be very unnerving and scary because of the gore and those severe wounds. The torn armors and mangled body parts and spilling energon... everything indicated the unfathomable amount of pain and physical torture the Twins had gone through. The ending is also very powerful. I literally shivered a little after reading the very last sentence of the last paragraph. Theirs sparks might still be pulsing, but their souls were already lost since the day Megatron blew up the arena and took Moonfly away from them.

All in all, this one-shot is absolutely fantastic. You captured Ratchet's character perfectly, and you really did a wonderful job on writing the angst and intense emotions in this fic. I just love everything you wrote here, even though the theme isn't that happy or comfortable at all. Well done, my dear! :heart:

(And good luck with the contest! :D)
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
This is kind of strange to say, but I'm glad you thought the descriptions of the twins' damages were gruesome and horrific. That's exactly what I was going for! :D I don't think I'd ever be able to draw the scene on paper... I'm not that good of an artist. ^^; I'll stick to creating gory scenes with words- I can be really creative like that. ;p

Thank you for all your kind words~ :hug: It really means a lot, especially since the fic isn't an easy read because of the intense themes.

Thanks for wishing me luck in the context! Since anyone can submit two pieces, I'm planning on writing a second one because writing the first was so much fun. I think my second story will focus on Optimus Prime. :devilish:
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Lecidre Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Lol, I have no doubt about that. You can be insanely creative when it comes to serious themes, and that's why I love your stories so much. You always know how to handle the dark theme gracefully and turn all those scary/frightening/nasty things into another form of art. ;)

So the next victim is Optimus? I know I shouldn't say this since it would probably anger a bunch of OP fans out there, but jeez, I can hardly wait to see a battle-damaged Optimus Prime in your style! It would be as good as this one-shot, no doubt. :XD:
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Awww, that's so sweet of you to say~ :iconiloveyouplz: I try hard to handle all of the themes I use in a graceful way, but it's really flattering when readers think that the writing is worth it. :huggle:

Yep, my next victim is Optimus. I don't know when I'll be able to work on the writing, but as soon as I get the time to sit down and torture him, that's what I'm going to do. ;P I'm glad you're looking forward to the one-shot. I'm not sure how many other fan-girls would look forward to such a horrific story. :XD:
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Steamstrike Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
This is awesome. I'm obsessed with damaged Transformers, and this is one of the best stories describing them that I have seen here or on fanfiction.net

Well done!
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much~! That is a very high compliment, indeed! :) I'm flattered that you think so highly of the content of the story; damage and so-called "gore" for Transformers is a bit of a fascination of mine, so I did my best to bring that out in this contest entry. :aww:

Thank you so much for the fave on it~ :)
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Steamstrike Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Ah you're welcome... I'm fascinated with damaged Transformers too, perhaps because I work in robotics in real life? Haha. You can find a lot of drawings of damaged Transformers in my gallery, most of them are in isometric perspective because I'm so used to drawing machines and robots that way for my work :P
Actually I'm the member who suggested the damaged Transformer theme to #Cybertronians. Now I get to watch everyone damage Transformers! Yay!
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha, I can see where your fascination with damaged transformers would stem from your work with robotics. I'm an anthropologist, so I'm not quite sure where my morbid fascinations come from. :XD:

You were the one to suggest the battle-damaged theme? Well then, it's an honour to meet the inspiration of the current contest. ^_^ I hope you enjoy seeing the fruits of your labour unfold. ;p
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Steamstrike Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Yep, I work in robotics. I figure out the most efficient way to make the structures and the actuators (moving parts) of the robots work together the most efficiently. I'm also a sort of design diagnostician... I examine designs for flaws or conflicts or things that could be made simpler. For example, if we're designing a custom robot for application of precision welding in an automated factory, the heat from the constant operation of the welding torch might create conflicts in the electrical properties of the motor which allows for precise movements of said welding torch. If the conventional engineers can't find a way to resolve that conflict without using very expensive materials or making the parts conflict in some other way from the modifications, they come to me, and I design a system from scratch that conducts heat away from the connection between the welding torch and the motor. Often I can direct the thermal energy somewhere that it does something useful, too... not just disperse it into the air. Here is an example of my work [link]

Well I'm glad you like the contest theme! I certainly enjoyed reading your fanfiction :D
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blood-tempest Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011
I think having fun writing it depends on for whom you're writing angst and pain. Not necessarily a person you're dedicating the story to, but which characters you're writing about. And I must say, having angst and pain as the genre for "Already Dead" makes it very difficult for me to write a review that I can just write out without any problem. ^^;

"Already Dead" is a beautifully written story, even if the Twins are lying in pieces in the med bay with Ratchet wondering why he bothers. :heart: The pain weaving around the whole story makes it easier to envision and understand, or at least partially (understanding, I mean).
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
It never seems to matter who I'm writing pain and angst for- I think I just love torturing the characters. There's something about the whole dark atmosphere of the genres that attracts me in a completely fascinating yet morbid way.

Any review you're able to write is a wonderful review indeed~ I'm just happy you took the time to read it and consider it. :aww:

Thanks so much for all your kind words. It really means a lot to me. :hug:
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blood-tempest Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011
I can understand that; sometimes it is fun to torture the characters. The dark atmosphere of the genres allow you to create the definition of what is dark and painful, what is angst and grief, and what defines a form of death. Not just the life-ending death, but death of a part of the soul, or the entire soul.

^__^ I was quite surprised to see the email sitting in my inbox this afternoon (woke up late :XD:) saying that there was a new story you've written, and I was like, wait, "Already Dead"? Who's dead? I was very eager to read it after I checked my email accounts for any new updates on reality, and then I was just blown away by Ratchet's question and the overall lack of a real answer. I just recently submitted my review - you should get it in your inbox soon. :) I've included... a lot of my thoughts on "Already Dead", and for almost all of what I wrote, I had to make sure I could get out what I felt and put it down as perfectly as possible in the review.

You're welcome! :hug: :heart:
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
It's ridiculously fun to torture characters~ The English language is practically set up to torture, main, and destroy someone/something, since there are far more negative terms in the language than there are positive terms. It's not just for the philosophical points that you point out; I just love the whole thing simply for visceral sensation of it. The exploration of the torture, imagining the agony, creating the words to capture it in order to make someone else feel it. I'm absolutely fascinated with the morbid side of life. :heart:

Awwww, I got the review! It's a very wonderful review! Thank you so much~ That last large paragraph kind of lost me with all the rambling, but the first two were perfectly coherent and wonderfully thoughtful~ :hug:
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blood-tempest Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011
Well you certainly got the "creating the words to capture it in order to make someone else feel it" right on - I don't exactly understand how, but after the first paragraph or two of each story/chapter I read, I can always envision the scenario playing out in my head, sometimes complete with voices. G1 voices, but the 2007 voices in the stead for the bots in the 2007 trilogy. :P I have to agree with you on that - the morbid side of life just seems to clamp onto those who venture into it. :nod:

^^; Yeah I was kinda lost me too... and I was the one rambling! XD Sometimes I just don't understand what I'm rambling about, but I try to make it make sense... ^^; Haha~ I'm glad to hear they were perfectly coherent, even if my rambles weren't. ^__^ :hug:
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ThornQueen Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
You can envision the scenes happening in your head? Oh wow~ That's either a sign that you're suffering from delusions, or I'm just that awesome of a writer. :XD:

Oh well, everyone's allowed to get lost in their own thoughts once in a while. No one can make sense one hundred percent of the time. :giggle:
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blood-tempest Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2011
^^; I think it's a bit of both. =] Mostly the latter. :D

True. :nod:
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