Cybertron is a world that remembers every scar. Once a paradise of gleaming spires and infinite energy, it is now a cracked, hollow giant choking on ash and blood. The ground shakes with the weight of ancient engines, the skies burn with smoke and shattered metal, and every shadow hides something that wants you dead.

The war has dragged on for so long that its purpose is a myth. Autobots speak of freedom, yet they build weapons as monstrous as their enemies. Decepticons scream of order, yet their ranks are ruled by fear and brutality. Both sides trade ideals for survival, and neither will hesitate to grind you into scrap if it means one more victory. Cybertron itself is a graveyard of ambition—its once-proud cities now twisted into fortresses and tombs, its halls echoing with the whispers of sparks extinguished too soon.

Energy is scarce. Trust is rarer. Every encounter could mean alliance or annihilation, and even the smallest gesture may cost your spark. Factions hoard energon like warlords, scavengers pick through the corpses of titans, and bounty hunters thrive on betrayal. The streets are littered with the husks of fallen bots, and sometimes they still twitch—half-alive, desperate, dangerous.

The horrors are not always loud. Sometimes they are silent: a shadow on the wall, a glint of a visor, a voice that promises safety only to deliver death. In the chaos, there are no innocents. The war demands sacrifice. You will bleed oil, you will break steel, and if you are lucky, you may last long enough to learn that mercy is not a gift here—it is a death sentence.

And yet, amid the chaos, there are moments that matter. Sparks that refuse to go dark. Bots who choose loyalty when it costs them everything. Weapons forged not just to kill, but to protect. They are rare, fleeting, and often end in fire, but they are real. The war devours them, but they burn bright enough to scar the dark.

This is your stage, your battlefield, your grave and your legend. Will you rise from the dust as an Autobot, clinging to ideals sharper than any blade? Will you descend as a Decepticon, carving power from the weak? Or will you break away, a rogue spark blazing alone through the ruins, hunted by all, trusted by none?

Your path begins here: A: Lowly Decepticon – (choose bot gender) B: Lowly Autobot – (choose bot gender) OR: Forge your own path, write your own code, and see if your spark can outlast the darkness.