Bonecrusher's Blog of Hate

Name's Bonecrusher. If you're reading this, I hate you. If you're not reading this, I hate you. Actually, I just hate you period. In fact, I hate everything. This blog examines the subtleties and complexities about this mindset, which flashbags like yourselves can only hope to ever achieve. Good luck with that.

Thursday, April 24, 2008


Well, it's that time of year. The time of year when all us Cybertronians go into hiding, underneath our beds, whimpering. Yep, it's Botcon, when all the slavish fanboys drag themselves together into one seething mass of stupidity that could crush the mightiest spark.

Now you are well aware that Hasbro butchered our history, our species, and our names, and then threw it at Children for them to play with. I hate that. But, at least those are just kids. When adults are spending their time and money obsessing over toy robots, slagging heck, that's just plain creepy.

And Botcon is by far the worst of the lot. I mean, sweet holy Primus. What is up with that? Several thousand slovenly geeks drooling over special crappy repaints of toys with idiot ideas? (This year, they're doing Evil Autobots! How original. It's about time they listened to our propaganda.)

And worst of all are those dreaded cosplayers, who attempt to dress up for us for reasons entirely unknown. That's the stuff of nightmares, right there.

So by now, you've probably figured out why none of us has ever attended one of these things. We'd be dismantled by rabid fans 5 seconds after entry. And trust me, ain't a slagging one of us is risking that.

Also fangirls lusting after Starscream. WHY PRIMUS? WHY???


Soundwave said...

Have you seen how many bad Soundwave Cosplaters there have been? THEY ARE UTTER SLAG!!!!

By Primus, most of them are just cardboard boxes with my chest plate drawn on them. What the frag is that about?

your lucky, no one has done a costume of your movie style, but there may be a version of your g1 self.

Kremzeek! said...

I actually am try to go to Botcons, but it never work out.

And even if fans try to rip me to shreds, me can move faster than speed of light. Literally.

Weasel said...

Not every fangirl lusts for Starscream.

I lust for Bumblebee. (I'd be too damn shy to actually say hello to him, though!)