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Dirge

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(person) by mblase (3.7 wk) (print)   ?   (I like it!) Mon Jan 29 2001 at 17:50:13

Transforms from plane to robot and back!

DECEPTICON: DIRGE

FUNCTION: WARRIOR
"Fear is the element that unites all losers."

The sound of his engines causes petrifying fear in those who hear them. He's a master at handling fear...other Decepticons are put off by his mournful, silent ways. "He gives me the creeps," says Ramjet. He carries two concussion missiles. Needs to control a situation; otherwise, he too falls victim to fear, making him useless as a warrior.

  • Strength: 7
  • Intelligence: 8
  • Speed: 8
  • Endurance: 6
  • Rank: 5
  • Courage: 4
  • Firepower: 8
  • Skill: 9
Transformers Tech Specs


Like the other second-year jets, Dirge was inexplicably given a pointy head in the cartoon to distinguish him from the first-year ones. He looked cooler as a plane, where they took the usual F-15 body and replaced each side's wing, tail, and stabilizer with a single piece that put the stabilizer in front and tail on the outside of the wings.

I honestly don't know if this sort of design could actually fly, because to my knowledge there is no real jet configured this way. But it sure looked nifty.


(definition) by Webster 1913 (print) Tue Dec 21 1999 at 23:05:51

Dirge (?), n. [Contraction of Lat. dirige, direct thou (imperative of dirigere), the first word of a funeral hymn (Lat. transl. of Psalm v. 8) beginning, "Dirige, Domine, in conspectu tuo vitam meam." See Direct, a., and cf. Dirige.]

A piece of music of a mournful character, to accompany funeral rites; a funeral hymn.

The raven croaked, and hollow shrieks of owls Sung dirges at her funeral. Ford.

 

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