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It took me alat, but it's worth it

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my (probably not) unique experience with Spamton, 2021 up to until about a month ago.

Image text (and a bit more elaboration) under the cut cus this is lowkey incomprehensible

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first photo:

Circa 2021 (chapter 2 release):

He’s desperate and lonely. He believes everyone has abandoned him, and maybe they have. He believed a voice on the phone was helping him, but it was using him. It abandoned him, leaving him for dead. 

But he won't let go. He’ll forcefully take all that he deserves, all that he lost and more. and once he’s at the very top, where he belongs, he’ll show them all. They’ll see. They’ll all pay.

me: “Yeah he’s cool, I see why people are losing their mind about him. But he doesn't activate brainworms for me, I still like him tho.”

second photo:

2025 (chapter 3 release):

It wasn't greed. It wasn't selfishness. Not fully. It wasn't just something that happened. It wasn't outside of his control. He tried to see too far, not just because he wanted more. He trusted. He loved. He dared to risk what he had for someone else. That was why he was abandoned by the phone. 

What he had was not for his partner, but he didn't care. He wanted to reach the heavens while holding his hand. He wanted him to see. It was an act of defiance rooted in love that did him in.

He lost it all because he dared to trust. He dared to love. He hated to feel. Back then, If he just didn't feel, he’d still have it all. Back then, If he didn't care, he’d still have the power, he’d still have the phone.

He hates that he had loved enough to risk himself. He hates that he lost. He hates him, not because he abandoned him, but because If HE just didn't exist, if he didn't love him, if he didn't risk it for someone else, he’d still be on top. 

me: "WHAT"

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Explanation (become insane with me):

It's about the change from "he had no agency in his own demise" (things went well when he had the voice on the phone, then the voice just disappeared. it was outside of his control)

To "his demise was his own doing, his own choice. Moreover, it was a choice made in a rare moment of selflessness, for someone he genuinely loved" (instead of the voice just disappearing, it left him because he defied its will. He knew or didn't know it was a bad choice to defy God- but he still did it. HE did it. It was his doing.)

It's about character agency!!! Im sure I bring it up a lot when I talk about characters, but stories are so much more meaningful to me when the characters aren't helpless- even if it makes them worst as people, ESPECIALLY SO, it's so much better when their tragedies are their own fault.

And you know what? I would've loved it so much even if there was no love. Even if it was a classic style bare bones Greek mythology story, where the character acts selfishly, being humanly flawed, and gets punished for it. (please don't pelt me with rocks.)

But it was even more. Toby did it again with the thing that breaks me. It was love. Whether you ship them or not (I know it could mean nothing™, idc) Spamton still cared about tenna. It's not even implied, it's outright said. He cared, that was his flaw! That was his mistake!

So often when we get half the story in these games, we take the information way too literally and assume the worse of the characters- (Kris opened a dark fountain? Oh they're possessed by a second entity.) (ralsei hides secrets from us? Oh he's secretly evil.)

Oh Spamton says he hates this "tenna" guy? That's the person who abandoned him and took everything from him. He's the villain of his story.

Nope. Tenna was someone Spamton cared about so much. So much so that he made an incredibly uncharacteristic decision, to risk it all, for him. For someone other than himself.

Spamton hates Tenna because Tenna is a representation of everything he lost, and why he lost it. Feelings are so much easier to hate and blame when they've got a name.

Before chapter 3 (from what we were told) his story lacked agency. Things happened around him, to him. Never BECAUSE of him.

The voice on the phone found HIM. it helped him get big. It decided to disappear, Then everything fell apart. Nothing was his fault and because of him. It was a good narrative and it made sense for him! But it didn't make me eat drywall. Y'know.

And when chapter 3 released... We learned that tenna managed to convince Spamton to sign the deal. He managed to convince him to tell him "his secret". Spamton was about to give him divine knowledge. He DECIDED TO. he MADE THE DECISION to sign the deal. Then the phone rang.

it waited until Spamton really did pick up the pen, and put it to the contract. Until the decision was clear and final. Then, it cut him off.

It was a fully conscious decision. It was his doing. It was his fault. He risked his position of power because he let a person that he cared about tempt him into it. He wouldnt do this for just anybody. He said screw it to everything he got from the voice on the phone, for this guy who made him feel just as special. For the first time in his life he did something for someone else. And that was when he lost it all.

THAT'S a story that makes me walk into the sea.

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OH!!!!! HAVE YOU CHECKED THE CYBER CAFÉ DUMPSTER by any chance? there HAS to be some leftover cake there!!!! i heard there was an event recently!!

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why am I scrolling . What am I hoping to find

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*me, literally sick with want* whatever

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* ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT FOR ANY HIDDEN FEES, KID!

(uh oh Im getting deep into it by giving my human spamton a lil backstory- here have a stupid lil meme as a stupid lil follow up)

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can anyone hear me

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My super cool AU where the soul gains a voice after enabling mic settings, and it and Kris spend the rest of the chapter cussing each other out.

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Aboard the Hermitheus spaceship, Welsknight Prime stood on navigation duty, rewatching historical records while throwing occasional glances to the pathing systems. Headed to repair a distant forgotten space bridge no one needed in a sector no one visited, most would see his job as absurdly thankless and his position as a far fall from former grace. But most didn't keep a collection of Autobot-issued motivational tapes on the deck that they've watched back to back.

“...Thus has the Hermatrix of Leadership been lost forever, teleported into the unknown depths of space - a necessary sacrifice to prevent it from getting to the hands of the Decepticons. Although Cybertron was saved from the worst outcome, the ramifications of the loss were soon to be felt by all of it…”

One didn't have to be a history enthusiast like Wels to know what followed next. Generations and generations of struggling economy, messy governance and downright chaotic politics, all held up only by the uniting cause that was the war against the Decepticons. The conflict never truly ended, because although the enemy has long been pushed to the outskirts of the galaxy, you could feel the tension of the war still looming in the air all around you. Armies that were still being trained. Veterans still telling the tales. Energon being reserved.

“...The next Magnus in line would have to learn how to lead without the power of the Hermatrix, and the future felt uncertain. But Magnus Xisumavoid has proven that leadership is not about raw power, but a skill to be honed and a responsibility to uphold. His example continues to inspire many young academy bots to this day…”

It's hard to hide a chuckle hearing the records sing X's praises when you know the guy yourself. He was another builder bot, just like Welsknight is now, tasked with Teletron-1 maintenance, and happened to simply be in the right place, at the right time, with the right admin password. He had an agreeable and nonconfrontational attitude, and was objectively the funniest person the previous leadership could have chosen as their successor - although he suspects that's intentional. No one expected him to succeed, and a scapegoat would cover up the previous Magnus's cowardly mismanagement. But people liked Xisuma. He was the everyman they could see themselves in. So, in a shocking way, it worked out.

The loud beeping of the nav panel brought him back to reality, quickly pausing the video that he had already lost his focus on. Arrived.

Enthusiastic commotion filled the ship in preparation. He got quite the colourful bunch to be in charge of, but their differing backgrounds didn't make it any harder to become instant friends. Spending megacycles floating through space and blasting debris off of giant forks really strengthens the bond, doesn't it?

“It's finally something to DO, man! I like TFTCG as much as the next bot, but I need to stretch my servos! Surely you get it, Dippledop, give me your expert opinion!”

“As an expert, I notice you've forgotten your tools,” Impulse giggled, causing Skizzleman to take a step back inside for a klik before promptly returning, embarrassed but grateful.

“I wasn't saying it's not fun, man!” Ren asserted. “But mid-game? I was about to commence total winnage against False there, and you know I gotta work on my leaderboard score!”

Skizzleman finally caught up. “Speaking of, where's Falsers?”

“Ahead of you,” she called back from afar, already perched upon one of the larger boulders to the side, jamming her sword between it and the wall of one of the gate's wings. “Can we get a lever?”

“I got one.” Welsknight unfolded his energy halberd on his way to her. “Is it blocking something important?”

“Yeah, one of the maintenance panels, I think. I'm worried there's, uuuh… Well, I mean, it might have crushed something, is my concern.”

“We'll see.” He lodged his polearm as deeply as he could into the available space and gestured for False to also grab onto the handle. “Together - one! Two! Three-!”

For a glimpse, some white and blue light ray hit his sensors from the crack, and it wasn't the halberd's glint. Was the panel busted so badly that it was sparking electricity? The rock didn't cooperate for much longer, though, and he waved for the other three to put in an effort.

As the largest one of the five, Impulse volunteered to get the job done quickly with his flail. At the warning, everyone ducked and hid out of the way wherever they could. It took just one calculated swing from the expert to demolish the rubble entirely.

The shimmering shine illuminated his face. Wels froze in place. It couldn't be.

His hand let go of the halberd speechlessly as he approached the handled glowing sphere, unnaturally undamaged by the boulder that had it pinned against the wall of the space bridge. Others merely watched from the side in confusion and same disbelief as him. It cannot be. If it were the real deal, he shouldn't even touch it, but clearly it was not, right?

As soon as his hand reached the handle, a jolt of power rushing through it caused him to jerk away from the artifact.

“Ren, beam it to the cargo bay without touching it. We have to hurry and alert Xisumavoid. Now.”

“Wait, wait, what's going on? Is this thing, like, dangerous?”

“We have the Hermatrix of Leadership on our hands, there's no time to stall. I said now.”

The weight of that sentence rung out through the stunned circle. Turning around, he read their faces. “We have no time to ask how, because this has just become a life or death matter. Transform and roll out to the ship,” he ordered, quickly taking lead in his vehicle form. Despite his organized and commanding demeanor, he couldn’t hear his own wheels turn over the sound of his sparkbeat. The door closed behind him, Ren and False turning to the bay and Impulse rushing ahead to the deck to get the ship off the asteroid. Transforming back, Wels leaned onto the nearby wall for temporary support as he calmed himself down. Skizzleman's concerned look would normally be appreciated, but in this moment it brought him nothing but the reminder to hurry up and follow Impulse.

[ENGINE ENGAGED. MANUAL PILOTING MODE SELECTED.]

He wasn't sure yet where they'd go. Now it all depended on what the upper management would say. Wels tapped the communications screen.

[WARNING NOTIFICATION: DECEPTICON READINGS LOCATED IN THIS SECTOR.]

Or maybe he would put his academy training to use and decide for himself.

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Aboard the Hermitheus spaceship, Welsknight Prime stood on navigation duty, rewatching historical records while throwing occasional glances to the pathing systems. Headed to repair a distant forgotten space bridge no one needed in a sector no one visited, most would see his job as absurdly thankless and his position as a far fall from former grace. But most didn't keep a collection of Autobot-issued motivational tapes on the deck that they've watched back to back.

“...Thus has the Hermatrix of Leadership been lost forever, teleported into the unknown depths of space - a necessary sacrifice to prevent it from getting to the hands of the Decepticons. Although Cybertron was saved from the worst outcome, the ramifications of the loss were soon to be felt by all of it…”

One didn't have to be a history enthusiast like Wels to know what followed next. Generations and generations of struggling economy, messy governance and downright chaotic politics, all held up only by the uniting cause that was the war against the Decepticons. The conflict never truly ended, because although the enemy has long been pushed to the outskirts of the galaxy, you could feel the tension of the war still looming in the air all around you. Armies that were still being trained. Veterans still telling the tales. Energon being reserved.

“...The next Magnus in line would have to learn how to lead without the power of the Hermatrix, and the future felt uncertain. But Magnus Xisumavoid has proven that leadership is not about raw power, but a skill to be honed and a responsibility to uphold. His example continues to inspire many young academy bots to this day…”

It's hard to hide a chuckle hearing the records sing X's praises when you know the guy yourself. He was another builder bot, just like Welsknight is now, tasked with Teletron-1 maintenance, and happened to simply be in the right place, at the right time, with the right admin password. He had an agreeable and nonconfrontational attitude, and was objectively the funniest person the previous leadership could have chosen as their successor - although he suspects that's intentional. No one expected him to succeed, and a scapegoat would cover up the previous Magnus's cowardly mismanagement. But people liked Xisuma. He was the everyman they could see themselves in. So, in a shocking way, it worked out.

The loud beeping of the nav panel brought him back to reality, quickly pausing the video that he had already lost his focus on. Arrived.

Enthusiastic commotion filled the ship in preparation. He got quite the colourful bunch to be in charge of, but their differing backgrounds didn't make it any harder to become instant friends. Spending megacycles floating through space and blasting debris off of giant forks really strengthens the bond, doesn't it?

“It's finally something to DO, man! I like TFTCG as much as the next bot, but I need to stretch my servos! Surely you get it, Dippledop, give me your expert opinion!”

“As an expert, I notice you've forgotten your tools,” Impulse giggled, causing Skizzleman to take a step back inside for a klik before promptly returning, embarrassed but grateful.

“I wasn't saying it's not fun, man!” Ren asserted. “But mid-game? I was about to commence total winnage against False there, and you know I gotta work on my leaderboard score!”

Skizzleman finally caught up. “Speaking of, where's Falsers?”

“Ahead of you,” she called back from afar, already perched upon one of the larger boulders to the side, jamming her sword between it and the wall of one of the gate's wings. “Can we get a lever?”

“I got one.” Welsknight unfolded his energy halberd on his way to her. “Is it blocking something important?”

“Yeah, one of the maintenance panels, I think. I'm worried there's, uuuh… Well, I mean, it might have crushed something, is my concern.”

“We'll see.” He lodged his polearm as deeply as he could into the available space and gestured for False to also grab onto the handle. “Together - one! Two! Three-!”

For a glimpse, some white and blue light ray hit his sensors from the crack, and it wasn't the halberd's glint. Was the panel busted so badly that it was sparking electricity? The rock didn't cooperate for much longer, though, and he waved for the other three to put in an effort.

As the largest one of the five, Impulse volunteered to get the job done quickly with his flail. At the warning, everyone ducked and hid out of the way wherever they could. It took just one calculated swing from the expert to demolish the rubble entirely.

The shimmering shine illuminated his face. Wels froze in place. It couldn't be.

His hand let go of the halberd speechlessly as he approached the handled glowing sphere, unnaturally undamaged by the boulder that had it pinned against the wall of the space bridge. Others merely watched from the side in confusion and same disbelief as him. It cannot be. If it were the real deal, he shouldn't even touch it, but clearly it was not, right?

As soon as his hand reached the handle, a jolt of power rushing through it caused him to jerk away from the artifact.

“Ren, beam it to the cargo bay without touching it. We have to hurry and alert Xisumavoid. Now.”

“Wait, wait, what's going on? Is this thing, like, dangerous?”

“We have the Hermatrix of Leadership on our hands, there's no time to stall. I said now.”

The weight of that sentence rung out through the stunned circle. Turning around, he read their faces. “We have no time to ask how, because this has just become a life or death matter. Transform and roll out to the ship,” he ordered, quickly taking lead in his vehicle form. Despite his organized and commanding demeanor, he couldn’t hear his own wheels turn over the sound of his sparkbeat. The door closed behind him, Ren and False turning to the bay and Impulse rushing ahead to the deck to get the ship off the asteroid. Transforming back, Wels leaned onto the nearby wall for temporary support as he calmed himself down. Skizzleman's concerned look would normally be appreciated, but in this moment it brought him nothing but the reminder to hurry up and follow Impulse.

[ENGINE ENGAGED. MANUAL PILOTING MODE SELECTED.]

He wasn't sure yet where they'd go. Now it all depended on what the upper management would say. Wels tapped the communications screen.

[WARNING NOTIFICATION: DECEPTICON READINGS LOCATED IN THIS SECTOR.]

Or maybe he would put his academy training to use and decide for himself.

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