World of Steam Chapter 25Chapter 25 The Autobots were swift and efficient transportation. Hawthorne had once heard it speculated by the English that traveling upwards of 100 miles per hour would cause a person to suffocate. He now knew that to be untrue. In fact, it was rather exhilarating, unfortunately it wasn't a pace the Autobots could maintain. The summer had abandoned them. It was only July but cold winds blew in storms as the icy arctic air suddenly shifted down across the country. A thick drizzle was steadily pelting the Autobots. In the middle of Nebraska the sky had turned a strange color like a septic wound- greenish yellow and milky. The hair
Nice!! I so have to come up with a line like that if any one steals my ideas!
might be whats wrong
Sam: 'Uh.. I built them with a box of spare parts in a cave..' : D
Grandpa: I KNOW YOU'RE NOT TONY STARK! D:<
As usual, can't wait for the next pages. I always look forward to WOS!
Transformers first instinct: Scan and Hide in plain sight.
LOL Great as always ^_^ I still adore your expreations