My name is Kendra Gallagher, an' this is my story.
Once, a long time ago, thare used tah be these giant metal beings that walked on the Earth. My dad used tah tell me stories aboot them, 'cause he remembers them from when he was a kid. Thay were as tall as skyscrapers an' could transform inta cars or other kinds of machines an' thay kept us safe. Thay were our heroes. But now…thay're gone. Jus' fairytales parents tell thair babies an' children at night, tah help tham sleep. That's all that's left of the Transformers.
Because no one's seen 'em in twenty years.
But I believe thay're still here. Why? Because no matter where your look, thay're still here. Thare symbol is painted in back alleyways and doodled on paper by little kids in school. The old military base thay used tah use…it's still thare. You can even see it in the cars people drive. Thay're still here.
An' I intend tah find tham.
This is just a test; the real story will be a long time coming. Combining all continuities into one story of your own is hard work, but it will all eventually be a part of a series that I hope I can get out of my head and onto paper in the way I want to so you can read it. This story will be for you guys.
Another note about this prologue: Kendra is supposed to be Scottish, but I'm still trying to lock down how to get her accent across without sounding horrible and obnoxious. If anyone Scottish reads this, I hope you're not offended and if you have ANY points to offer, please send them to me. Please send me advice even if you aren't Scottish!
Wreck and Rule!