Choo choo, motherslaggers. This train's loaded up with the finest brew of highgrade n' about to leave boring as shit station, makin' stops at bootytown and capitol city of punchin' dumbaft mechs in the face. This shit'll probably *hic* burn through your tanksz but you're welcome to take a sip.
(Independent G1 Astrotrain RP blog, featuring a half-wired fraternity mech crosseyed drunk at (almost) all times. Consequently, he might be too drunk to know exactly which point in the war he's from - all he knows is that it's definitely not pre-war.