This isn't a time to celebrate! Get those rose-tinted glasses off. We are about to lose one of our number to the not-we. Shockprowl claims he is giving up the game, at the end of the line, on the verge of STOPPING BUYING TRANSFORMERS!
Everyone knows this means he must rescind his Hub membership, but he DOESN'T CARE.
This is a crisis. We must find a way to save brother Shockprowl!
I suggest we design a line of transforming chess pieces immediately.
There is no crisis! I am just happy with my collection. I'm fed up with the same old same old endless collecting wondering and waiting updating constantly. Besides, one can still celebrate Transformers without actually collecting them. I'll still get Prowls!
I was the one who let you know, I was your sorry ever after, '84, '85. Give me new toys and I'll decide, but I'm really only after, '84, '85.
The greatest Shockprowl moments were when he was saving people's lives! Which he still does, albeit in a slightly different capacity and from a comfy chair.
Lives shmives, he's currently running against the flow of a conveyor belt in a recycling plant in his pyjamas trying to save a toy that's actually sitting safely on his mantelpiece smoking his pipe and reading his newspaper.
Little is known about this goblin beyond its dual role as an offensive weapon and teapot.
Yes but this is Martin. He is the Hub's fountain of instant knowledge about the sacred 332 and produces more fanfiction than is actually humanly possible. He keeps his love alive with such creativity that his soul still burns with the light of Primus. He has transcended toys and achieved Nirvana.