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.
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!
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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.
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.
An arc of energy crackles violently over the surface.
The feedback leaves my entire forearms numb.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I open my mouth, two words come out.
Two words that were swallowed whole by the white flash that destroyed everything.
Maybe I should have all 3 write. Sound fun?
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