AN- Well, here we go again. I know this is the fourth time I have changed this, but only recently my muse decided that she does not want to stew any longer. Oh well. This is just a prologue, so the next chapter is the official first chapter.
War changes everything. Our world, our culture, our ideals. Who we once thought of as friends and family suddenly turn against us. We ourselves change. The world is no longer peaceful and quiet, but ravaged to its very core. We lose hope and regain it, following those who chose or were chosen to lead us. Each of us must decide on our side and ideals, never faltering from them, keeping them pure. Sometimes this change is good; it brings out the best and worst of those involved and leaves all different. I am the same. The one I was before and the one I am now are poles apart. The war for my planet has been long and hard, many have been lost and more die as time passes. Soon we will be no more, merely a legend among the stars, leaving a broken and diseased home behind. My name is Darkstorm, and this is a look at my side of the War for Cybertron.