speaking for myself i have had a personel interest i nthat particuler fictional mythos since i was 5 years old

over the years my interest has gone from the toy line as a kid to the comics as a teenager to the animated series as a adult over the years to the movies as well

way i figure it transformers just happens to be one of those fictional mythos's a person from any side of society can get into at any age

interesting fact

when it coems to the world wide internet based transformers fanbase did you know that there are even some surviving vietnam and even korea veterans that happen to have a personel interest in t he transformers fictional mythos

its just one of those things that kids parents even grandparents can get into over time

its amazing how long its been around over the years

I think they are awesome. I grew up on them. I love the cartoons.

I also loved them growing up. I hate the new revamped shows though.lol

Both movies were awesome!!!!!

OMG...you had to ask that!
I am a rabid Transformers fan!
But the big question remains...
...CAN MEGAN FOX REALLY ACT, OR IS SHE MERE "EYE-CANDY" FOR THE SHOW?
Loved her interview with Matt Lauer on "Today", though.
Pissed off I missed her hosting SNL!

She is eye candy...she is all lights on nobodies home...but smoking hot

remember this scene from the original 80's movie?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fB0_vJUc3o4

heres a little scene i put together story wise just for you

consider it a alternate end scene for the fight
"I would have waited an eternity for this," "It's over, Prime." Optimus heard Megatron's voice, but it seemed so far away, so distant. "Crawl slave! on your knees! he gloated as he kept the gun trained on the Autobot leader despite being heavily damaged himself. Optimus struggled to his knees, balling his hands together for a final act of defiance as he gathers his remaining strength.He heard his own voice speaking to him. You’ve lost. Everything you’ve worked so very hard for has been destroyed. everyone you knew and loved in life has been killed. Its all over. all over. Through the morning fog which covered the battlefield He caught a glimpse of Alita, staring at him. her optics closed in vain as she tried to hold back the tears which streamed down her face her head bowed in sorrow. he saw in the distance his friends and his comrades.they who had given their lives for the code and their beliefs. their faces and optics which had once burned bright in life with hope and determination, were now haunted with greif and sorrow. Alita... I failed them, ive failed you...I've been trying so hard to bring back my past. old friends, old ways. maybe this is what it brings in the heart of a dead city. no past but megatron's rule, no future but Megatron's fist. Event hrough all the pain i can still hear them screaming Avenge me, a million dead scream to me AVENGE ME. no. No. NO! Its not over! I MUST NOT GIVE UP. I CAN NOT GIVE UP! “I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!” my past is dead but I'm alive and i OWE the dead for that.
from somewhere deep in his mind, from somewhere in that faraway place of chrystalline concentration and groggy perceptions, in that far away place of dreams and courage he found a final last well. he had descended into the very darkness within himself, the deepest level. it was partly in his mind, partly in his chest, mostly in his soul. a black pit of hate, anger, rage, wrath, greif and despair. incredibly compressed by his desire and longing for peace, compacted under incredible pressure by his very morale beliefs, held in stasis by the very rigid discipline he had trained himself to posess as a warrior . the pit exploded with all the pent up emotion's he had held in check throughout the greater majority of his entire lifetime up to this moment. A sudden surge of raw distructive energy exploded within primes damaged body as power rerouted from one subsystem to another, his faltering lifesighns peaked dramatically. Optimus had the strength and the determination to do what was necessary now all he needed was the will. Optimus looked up at his age-old nemesis, gasping for breath as his injuries robbed his system of the oxygen it needed to combust energon. Silence spread like a stifling blanket over the battlefield, Prime's horrible gurgling wheeze the only sound echoing across the tarmac. Optimus Prime looked into the eyes of the enemy. He knew that he was the only one who could stop this carnage. He called on the last of his strength for one final blow. he knew he could do it, he could take the monster down optimus was an autobot for whom the word surrender truly had no meaning. The power was there gaining strength like a raging wild fire. the fire like will of determination was burning deep inside of him begging to be released like the throttle handle to a power generator bent on overload but after that he would be spent and it would be over for him .for the sake of peace throughout the universe,for the comrades that i have lost ,my beloved, friends,and family all. for they who have died, and for those who still live that believe in me, right here and right now i will defeat you. for elita, for primus, for the autobot code let there be peace. he thought to himself Then the heroic Autobot gathered all his strength for one word as he threw back his head and screamed from somewhere deep within his soul a primal scream so terrifying and sharp it cut through the tyrant like a stunning blow to the temple.



"N... never!" he yelled, gasping painfully, Linking his fists together, Prime swung his joined hands at the Decepticon's throat and made contact as he opens up on megatron from point blank range slamming both fists into Megatron's throat with a full circle round house punch as he bashes in the armor surrounding megatron's throat cutting of his ability to breath. the decepticon stumbled back 2 full steps as he brought his right hand up to his throat as he struggled to breath. the unintelligable sounds made by his airway as he attempted to draw breath sounded like a deathrattle. the momentary distraction was all the hesitation prime needed as he struggled to his feet. Turning his attention inward, he accessed the power of the Matrix. alita’s last stand had provided the inspiration. All it took was the slightest thought – a line of coding, fed from his processor down a length of fibre-optic cabling and into his systems. A slight re-direction of power flow here, a minute telescoping of a ventilation funnel there, and Matrix energy flowed into his body.he cold actually feel the energy as it traveled from his chest to his shoulders through his arms and into his hands. Turning a sacred life force into a weapon was the easiest thing in the world for Optimus Prime. Suddenly, he felt his own Spark twitch and begin to move, inward, toward the sacred artefact. Through their mental link, somewhere in his mind he heard Magnus cry out. He knew… they both knew… what it meant. If a prime were to employ the Matrix in this fashion, to have it consume and destroy the enemy it would likely consume the spark of its gaurdian as well. Violence, he remembered, always had a consequence. Magnus’ voice whispered in his mind. This is the purpose, it said, for which Transformers like you and I were created. we must never let our courage die,we shall fight to our last breath my brother, for with these hands we shall create victory. utilising the age old teachings of circuitsu he called forth energy from his very spark. matrix energy began to glow at his finger tips soft and white at first then with the color changing to a light bluish white as the power built up in intensity. lightning like pathways of energy began to arc back and forth as the energy increased. crackling and humming in near spider web patterns between his hands and fingers as the power built up in intesity and strength.The power doubled, then tripled, then swelled beyond measure. prime willed the energy to flow from his hands into a fiery blueish white spere hovering in the air between his hands as it materialised in the air. "DECEPTICONS, LEAVE THIS PLACE OR DIE" he screamed. the wind carries his words to every corner of the city. those of megatron's troops who were still alive looked on in shock, disbelief annd silence. the very sight of prime has chilled them to their very sparks. concentrating mightily he willed the energy to coalensce into a speroid like form of pure matrix energy as it hovered in midair between his hands.
i have tried reasoning with you, he thought silently to himself and i have tried making peace with you megatron. but the only language you will ever understand is violence. "you wanted power so badly megatron here" he spoke to his enemy as Optimus stopped hesitating and unleashed the full fury of the matrix The energy was blistering, and the temperature soared as the energy ball went soaring through the air at incredible speed. megatron had but a single moment to glimpse the ball of incredibly distructive energy as it sped towards him like a bolt of lightning before it exploded against his chest with a sound like thunder as it bashed the central portion of his chest inward completely ruining the purple decepticon insignia as it is peeled half away. The Decepticon leader went flying over the edge of the building, striking other ledges The impacts against more outcroppings of rock add to Megatron's damage, each resounding crunching noise, robbing him of energy and racking his being with pain as armor is sheared off by hard rocks Fracturing the sides which split , spilling wires, fuses, lights, circuitry Sparks fly from the many wounds and his battered armor leaks energon freely, then suddenly... the ground is gone and he finds himself falling and too weak to fly. before he finally crashed to the city street below. his body convulses and shakes like a puppet whos strings have become entangled trying to move, but his systems seem to be rebelling against him . on the cliff Optimus stands tall, armor damaged and bearing heavy wounds, Prime stands, silent vigil over the torn wasteland, His thoughts are almost those of someone in shock, 'is he really gone this time' he asks himself while making sure that Megatron had fallen.suddenly a tightening pain fills primes chest as he clutches his left hand to his fuel pump, his knees gave way as vertigo overcame him. and he collapsed on the cliff's edge.

Okay, okay...to hell with whether or not she can act!
Now where's my olive oil...

long story short alita and optimus were lovers in the tiem before the war

in the roughly 20 years time gap that plays out between the end of season 2 of the 80's animated series and the time of the movie i figure alita and her all female team died takingthe ar to shockwave on cybertron since no mention was ever made of alita or her commando team during the 80's animated movie or season 3

as for prime being a bit grittier and darker with the shades of grey thrown in there

lets just say that when it comes to the heart of the hero it can be a incredibly fragile thing at times

when one loses that person that they loved most in life that meant more to that person then life itself it can be enough to destroy the hero emotionally.

at times it can even change him for the worst in such a way that it can send him down the path of the punisher

but that is a short story scene for another time if anyone is interested to read it here sometime

Thought you might like that. Now go check your cabinets. LOL

Dude...I've considered writing "fan-fiction" for "Dark Angel", the FANTASTIC SHOW that effin' James Cameron simply walked away from (basterd!). However, I've had my writing, AS WELL AS my artwork stolen before (a portrait of "Kiss", done in chalk on a black background...), and I don't want the OWNERS OF THE RIGHTS TO THE SHOW to swoop in, say "thanks and eff you!", then steal my sh**!
However, (and this is of my own authorship, as well...)"The only thing a creative person should fear more than piracy is obscurity!"

Can't find the olive oil. No matter! There's "Pam" in here!

sorry bout that my bad i wont post the stuff here any more when it comesto the fanfic stuff

love the movies



and the animated series

They film the desert scenes in "my backyard" at White Sands and Holloman AFB. Lots of people I know are visible in the "extras" shots and my daughter worked on the first one in the art dept. Everybody in our area has an interest, whether or not they otherwise like the genre or played with the toys.

It's all fun.

Yep, I'm a Transformers fan. Love the originals, Beast Wars, and the new Animated show was canny once it got going. Though the ones inbetween were pathetic.

The movies are good for eye candy (I'm talking the big giant robots having their epic war on our puny world, not Megan Fox here)but they lack any of the real mythos of the franchise. Still enjoyable.

Speaking of fanfic, I've written a couple of stories in it. Though most of them are set in my own universe I created based off the look of the movies.

I've never been a fan but I saw the previews for it when I went to see Star Trek and it looked so cool on the big screen. I like the fact that they were so gnarly lookin' and beat up. I was watcin' the preview and was, like,' Yes...yes!!!!

The onlything IS,they give them dumb voices!,its like this epic war,man,machine on machine,guns,racing,then they transform and Whooh DUDE that was awsome man!,they sound like ninja turtles!,

I thought this was about transformers...the thing that ran my Lionel train when I was a kid. It smelled so neat. I'm outta here.