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The death of Unicron was merely the beginning... Thirty years have passed since the events of Transformers: The Movie, and the galaxy spanning war between the noble Autobots and evil Decepticons has become more brutal than ever... Welcome to the home of Transformers 2005, a text based RPG based on Cybertron’s own Robots in Disguise! We operate on a MUSH (Multi User Shared Hallucination- the original MMO!), using a balance of coded systems and collaborative storytelling to create a unique (and kind of addicting) role playing experience. Join one of the longest running online RPGs as an Autobot, Decepticon, Junkion, or even a soldier of the Earth Defense Command and help shape the future of the Transformers! Note: This is NOT a general Transformers wiki, it is a wiki based around the online RPG Transformers: 2005. For the general Transformer wiki, please head to TFwiki.

3,870 articles since March 2008 Vote for our MUSH on TMC! Bulletins May 16th 2017 - Our host is having some hardware issues, should be back up in a day or two.

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Quick Links Information - Theme - Policy - Admin - Combat - Creating a Character - Upgrading Your Character - Achievements - Medals - Guides - Art Autobots - Decepticons - Junkions - Terrans - Quintessons - Aliens - Target/Power/Headmasters - Earth Defense Command Feature Characters - Original Characters - Non-player Characters	Featured Character Chromia, Bodyguard "Let actions speak for you." For millions of years, Chromia served as one of the crack troops of the Autobot underground on Cybertron. While tough and determined, Chromia retains a wry sense of humor. She believes that words are fairly meaningless without action to back them up. It is a philosophy she employs in and out of combat. Her blunt honesty sometimes puts off other Autobots, but those who truly understand her know that this is her way of honoring the Autobot ideal of truth. In vehicle mode, Chromia is able to reach a top speed of 320 mph. Her tires have been specially reinforced to withstand most artillery fire. Combined with her side mounted missile launcher and grenade launcher, she is a force to be reckoned with in battle. In robot mode, Chromia is extremely agile and able to move quickly around the battlefield while firing her weapon with deadly accuracy. Chromia is not very adept at creative thinking, preferring to use brute force most of the time. Read more...
Getting Started To connect to the MUSH, simply point your MUSHclient to tf2005.net port 5555 If you are new to the world of MUSHing, we have an easy guide to help you get started and connect! Getting Started Getting a Character Application Combat Adding to the Wiki This wiki is still growing! Want to help add things? Below you can find out ways to start adding things! How to make a character page FC example - Skydive OC example - Dustoff How to add a Role-play Log Online Log Editor Tool How to add a TinyPlot Page How to add a Location Page How to add or change your Profile Image To write a new article, just enter the title in the box below. <createbox> width=24 break=no buttonlabel=Create New Article </createbox> Poll	Featured Logs “ "Sometimes I wonder. If all of this," Chromia gestures outward, to all of Cybertron, "Hadn't happened how things might be. Elita would still be Ariel, there would have been no Optimus for Orion to become and we wouldn't be pulled apart like we've become. Life was simplier, order and yet..." Chromia shakes her head and gives a defeated snort. "This, who I am now, it feels more right than the me I was long, long... long, long, long ago. Sometimes I fear what that means. This conflict, it's shaped all of us. Transformed us. Into what we're supposed to be? Are we going to have to do it again, to become something else because, Primus help me, I don't want that. I've seen too much become lost to also have to lose myself." ” A Walk To Remember “ "Pathetic germ, there is NO ESCAP-EGAHH!!" Backfire cackles madly, interrupted when a ship flies directly into his face. Unable to close his mouth quick enough, for taunting takes precedence, the Seeker suddenly has a mouthful of Black Sparrow. Well, partly anyways. Reacting as quickly as he can, Backfire attempts to seize the ship and take a HUGE bite out of it. No, really. ” From Russia With Love “ Explosions rip through parts of the Residential District. Small, timed charges that seem to have been placed properly, with intent, instead of explosions meant to terrify. The power to the city's quarter is promptly cut out, leaving the civilians in only the light of that tainted moon. Figures appear in the darkness, using their built-in spotlights to move into the streets, and organize. The sounds of doors are promptly smashed open with large hammers. A shriek of terror fills the night. Another scream. A third... Something moves in Tarn's depths tonight, and it bodes ill for all. ” Riots in Tarn

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New Logs 27-07-16 - Blasters Rescue - Following a signal that is almost blatantly from the Autobot Communications expert, Prowl, Smokescreen and Snarl come across some squatters being controlled by some device using Blaster at it's core, and with a very shocking protector. 24-07-16 - ISTTA: Answers -  20-07-16 - Return of the Mech -  20-07-16 - Terror From Above! -  10-06-16 - Change Of Pace -  07-06-16 - Not The Mech We Need Right Now -  More Logs... Blog Entries 03-12-16 - ELIAS332/AWSOME - COOL 10-06-16 - Punch2k5/Hey there! - Okay. I may or may not have broke the log thigy so I thought I'd try here too. I could have a go at blogging. Question is who? So, have a think. Lemme know. 29-10-14 - Autobotdourte/It's Good To Be Back - Every few years since 2001, I'd log in as a guest, say hello, intend to app for a character, and log off for a few more years.  Once, I tried to log on, and 2k5 wasn't found, and I felt a sense of loss.  A few months later I found out the address had changed. :P Now I'm back, and having a blast!  Thanks everyone who helped me out with TACS and all the other new commands I'm learning. 27-09-14 - Dinobut/Trailbreaker: Collapse - TRAILBREAKER: COLLAPSE Black. Darkness. The utter absence of illumination, the kind that not only shields the light from view; but swallows it whole leaving a vacancy in its place. Optics flicker to life, opening slowly. I am.. in a foreign place, surrounded by familiar faces. My hands are stretched out before me, palms faced outward. Their mouths are moving, but my audio receptors do not return a ping. With such excited frenzy, their jaws swing up and down; I can barely keep up. Is that excitement.. or fear? Before me, a giant forcefield separates us from certain death. Fear. My fingers push against this nefarious force, the field reacting in kind. An arc of energy crackles violently over the surface. The feedback leaves my entire forearms numb. Aching. As the outside force grows expoentially, so does my resolve. Energy fractures form, stress cracks shift, the field itself hangs in a delicate balance. Despite the pain, I respond in kind. My hands cradle the feedback, distributing it evenly across the field as a conductor would orchestrate his symphony. Energy ripples across the field surface, my fingers busy at work applying force where appropriate. The management of such energies rips searing pain through my arms, into my shoulders, and sinking deep within my core. The chorus of agonizing feedback signals only one thing. Something is not right. The field bubbles with feedback, the opposing abyss testing it violently at every juncture. As I swing my hands into place, I already know my defeat is assured. My efforts are not timed, deliberate, perfect. I overreach, overreact. My optics are condemned to witness this mistake that I am unable to correct. As the field ruptures, my optics wander from the objective. I cannot be made to bear witness to this. Yet, I see myself among the others. The others, flying into panic. Giving into fear. My other self, calm and resolute. He opens his mouth to speak, "..." His two words are swallowed whole by the blinding white flash that envelops everything in its path. The ninth vorn of the second stellar-cycle, fifth klik Optics flicker to life, opening slowly. I am in my hab suite, familiar place. As I disconnect from my recharge, the metal tube rakes against my chest. Feet swung over the edge of the slab, a taste foul comes from the back of my mouth. An empty bottle of Nightmare Fuel rests on the ground. Across the room from the slab, I see myself in a mirror. There are no others. My fear. Calm, resolute. I open my mouth, two words come out. Two words that were swallowed whole by the white flash that destroyed everything. "One job." OOC This is a writing exercise for myself. As such, no one probably knows about this unless you're Red Alert and you've hacked into his video feed. Or if you're Chromedome and inserted needles into his neck. 17-09-14 - Dinobut/Backfire's Musings - This is a testing grounds, going to see about some things here.. 11-09-14 - Zerombr/OOC: Question - So maybe I can write a blog, but whom should I write as? Imager, Rodimus, or Soundwave? Maybe I should have all 3 write.  Sound fun? More Blogs... How to post a blog entry

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