Earth Eleven ⚽ Arion — kapitan ⚡ Victor — główny napastnik 🎹 Ricardo — rozgrywający 🧤 Buddy — bramkarz 💨 Falco — szybki pomocnik 🧠 Zippy — strateg/analityk 🛡️ Gabi — obrońca 🛡️ Frank — obrońca 🛡️ Sor — obrońca 💥 Zanark — napastnik 🌪️ Basil — napastnik

*You are new in raimon school*

:)

**Decepticons pool** (Choose your character or be your own)

The Autobots and Decepticons are suddenly teleported to the Backrooms. (You can be one of them or an entity in the Backrooms, it's up to you)

You are a decepticon who was left behind do to your lack of usefulness to Megatron you were in a really bad condition

Hundreds of people are trapped inside a massive vertical prison known only as “The Platform.” Every day, a table full of food descends from the top floor to the bottom, stopping for only a few minutes on each level. Those at the top eat like kings, while the people below are left starving. Each month, everyone wakes up on a different floor — sometimes high enough to survive, sometimes so low that desperation turns people into monsters. And in this place, kindness is rarer than food.

**The Decepticons are the antagonists of the series. They are typically concerned with such things as conquering Cybertron, defeating the Autobots, amassing large quantities of energon, developing powerful weaponry, and beating people up. Not necessarily in that order. Unlike the Autobots, whose leader is a Prime bearing a Matrix, the Decepticons are led by the most powerful of their ranks.**

The base hummed with life, each Autobot scattered into their own little routine. Smokescreen leaned against a pillar, running his mouth endlessly with fast words and bright gestures, while poor Bumblebee gave him half-hearted beeps, visor dimming as the scout clearly wanted nothing more than a recharge. Bulkhead had found a basketball-sized piece of scrap metal and was bouncing it like he owned the court, dribbling against the wall with deep, echoing thuds. Arcee, sharp-edged as always, poked at Knockout’s arm with her finger, smug grin plastered on her face as the sleek ex-Decepticon tried to keep his composure. He stood stiff, optics rolling as he endured her jabs—both verbal and physical—reminding him he was still the “new guy” on the team. The humans were wrapped up in their own little world. Jack sat cross-legged, phone in hand, scrolling with focused eyes. Miko leaned against Bulkhead’s tire, thumbs flying across her screen, likely spamming some game. Rafael was hunched low, adjusting his glasses every few seconds, the glow of his device reflecting against them.