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Who: IDW AU BW Rampage and YOU
Where: Nowhere in particular
What: Fresh crab meat, what a treat!
When: After whatever else has happened
Warnings: Well, he's a mass murdering cannibal, and may or may not do or attempt either of those things.

The first thing Rampage does when he wakes up is remember. The second thing he does is scream. Not a shrill scream of fear or surprise, of course. One of those long, deep, growling howls of pure rage and agony that may or may not break into loud cackles occasionally, making you rather doubt the sanity of the screamer.

This doubt would not be especially unfounded.

With that business out of the way, Rampage calms down slightly - or at least manages to shove his emotions back into the dark festering closet of his mind where they belong (the door doesn't close very well and it leaks a lot, but it keeps him from raving constantly). Settling down on a convenient piece of rubble - really, there's rubble conveniently just about everywhere - he begins to take stock of his situation.

Last he remembers, he was being imprisoned in stasis, with the high probability of his imprisoners throwing away the key after locking him up. He's certainly not in stasis now, nor is there any sign of the machinery that had held him. However, the area he's in is rather thoroughly bombed out. Perhaps the facility was destroyed around him, or his body blown free, and he was now awakening from a healing sleep.

Ha! 'Healing sleep'. His brain module is always one of the first parts to grow back, ensuring he experiences the wonderful agony that is regenerating your internal and external sensors.

So if that's not the case, he's uncertain of just how he ended up in his circumstances. Then again, he's not sure he really cares other than regretting no longer being in stasis. Complete lack of consciousness had been refreshingly close to oblivion.

Well, wherever he is, he's not alone. He can feel the bright points of sparks scattered around him at various distances. Standing, he stretches, reacquainting himself with unchanging body and heads out to find one. He's not sure what he'll do with them when he does, but it's bound to be more interesting that sitting around drowning in his internal agonies.

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That sure was a racket.

It was enough to rouse Sixshot from his shallow slumber. If he had mobile ears they'd have flicked in irritation, but he just had metal nubbins so he grumbles unhappily instead. He doesn't fully awaken until it finally clicks into place just what the sound actually was.

Somewhat surprised at the revelation, the Sixer sits up.

Screaming?

And... laughing.

By the same individual from the sounds of things.

There was a moment of brief internal struggle where he just debates going back to sleep and ignoring what sounded like at least an hour's worth of trouble. Eventually, curiosity won out; he'd slept for days already anyways and he wasn't going to get anymore with this level of noise going on.

Sighing the most long suffering of sighs, Sixshot finally drags himself to his feet, shakes off the accumulated dust, and starts lazily making his way towards the source of the noise.

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