I mean, we’re all going to die, Walky.

I really have no idea how I woke up one day and found myself writing a “the hero has scary visions of the future!!!!!” story.  I hate those!  I hated those at the time!  Optimus Prime has one of those stories every other hour.  And I really did wake up one morning in 2004 and think… waitasecond.  How did I get here, doing this thing?  I’ve become what I hate.

It happens sometimes, you know.

At least Sal’s here to dispel with any reverence for the trope.

meanwhile, ten years later in transformers comics:

betterlucknexttimedestiny