Video Games+Music+Comic Books+Energon=Life
I stretch my sore, stiff limbs.
Primus, someone is going to die. Recharging on a bumpy bed of rocks, especially in bot mode with my wings scraping against wall, is almost worse than being trapped in that fragging stasis pod! I hate my life sometimes. I groan and trudge to the entrance of my cave, the sun streaming in and making my frame look like it's aflame, the exact effect I was going for when I got these flame tattoos over my black and army green plating.
My wolf tail lifted gently and my audials atop my head twitch intermittently as I step out and break into a run. The forest trees whoosh by me as I, not more than a fiery blurr, speed my way closer to the nearest city. Jumping rocks, fallen trees, and trying to avoid crashing into things, I transform into beast mode mid-stride, spread my wings and soar over a cliff before turning in a wide arc, halfway through which I quickly pull in my feathery wings and corkscrew down. I transform and land with a thud.
My gold "blue ringed" optics scan the area before I transform into my SR-71 Blackbird v-mode and deploy my landing gear and set down on the soft grass. My holoform activates. Army green loose-fitting tee with flame patterns starting at the bottom, black pants, boots that match the shirt, long black hair, a faux fur wolf tail attached to the belt, and a wolf ear headband.
I transfer my consciousness to my holoform, then get my backpack with Earth money in one of its giant pockets on one side and handheld game consoles on the other side, video games and music in the main pouch from my sub-space. It's almost as though I'm dreaming. I pull my music player out of the bag and put in the earbuds before turning on the music full-blast. Those Nights by Skillet. I pocket the player, zip the bag closed, swing it over my shoulder, and off to buy comic books, more music, video games, and to participate in a massive MMORPG tournament in a video game store.