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Ah. Ultra hadn't been mistaken. Admittedly, the Omega Sentinels were never meant to gain true sapience, and yet it happened. It had led

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Sentinel Prime Motivatorby *supergeek17

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©2010-2013 *supergeek17

Somewhere out there there's a demotivational poster saying that the opening credits for the Japanese dub of TFA makes Sentinel, who the artist dubbed the biggest douche in Transformers history, look badass.

Here's my retaliation.

This is one of the best parts of the opening, plain and simple. I love it.

Sentinel Prime, TFA (C) Hasbro

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~blurr14 Sep 3, 2012 Student Interface Designer

for some bloody reason the janpanese tfa look's better then the eng one

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*supergeek17 Sep 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The opening sequence definitely does. The actual series, so far as looks go, isn't any different from the English one. :/

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~blurr14 Sep 3, 2012 Student Interface Designer

oh k

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~Blitz-Krazi-1 Jul 25, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

He kinda looks like a TFP Vehicon with that on

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~MultiverseCafe Apr 9, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Nice to see Sents getting some love! Great poster.

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