Raksha's Rantings ... from Issue #16, Summer 1996

THE SOUL OF THE HUNTER

Humor me for a somewhat longer and more self-indulgent editorial, and join me on an excursion into the realm of my Personal Mythology. Personal Mythology is what I call those symbols that stand for the most important concepts in one's life - a symbolic representation in the mind, of that which has influenced you the most and makes you who you are. Much like the Archetypes described in Rob Boersma's letter in Con-Tacts #12, these are personal archetypes - symbols whose meanings you will never fail to understand, because you formed them, or rather, accepted them into yourself, earlier than you can probably even remember. I will disagree with Rob on one point and claim that there are indeed such things as personal archetypes, because these are the character concepts that you will always respond to in the same way, whether positively or negatively. And those concepts are not necessarily shared by the population at large.
In my case, the realm of Personal Mythology is a landscape of scorched wastelands and impenetrable jungles, populated by the most lethal creatures ever to exist in fact or fiction. The theme here is survival - self-sufficiency, independence, uniqueness, and triumph over whatever harsh conditions may exist. And in a mirroring of natural selection, a certain number of personal archetypes have battled their way to the forefront: the unquestioned, all-powerful, and awe- inspiring leader; the absolutely loyal and dependable second-in- command; the powerful and dangerous female command figure. Each is represented by a number of characters, some self-created, some taken up from the media. And when I come across a character on screen or in print who fits one of these molds, I'll instinctively gravitate toward them and respond positively. Which perhaps explains, in part, my intense identification with the Decepticons. Because as a group, they match my personal archetypes - and as individuals, at least two of them fit precisely into two of my very specific search images. (You will surely recognize Megatron and Soundwave in two of the above descriptions.)
So when I heard that Megatron's next incarnation as a toy was going to be a Tyrannosaurus, I couldn't have been more delighted. Never mind for the moment that the new cartoon has proven this isn't the real Megatron - never mind for now that the personality they gave him is not worthy of the name. Let's separate the toy from the cartoon continuity entirely, for the moment, and discuss just the name as representing the real Megatron, and the form, the Tyrannosaurus mode.
For the first time in a long time, I'm impatiently looking forward to a new toy. Not because I will ever "really" consider the real Megatron to have a Tyrannosaurus form, or ever write about him that way, or probably ever accept this laughable imposter who is using the name and the form on the BW cartoon - but because the concept of Megatron as a Tyrannosaur fits my Personal Mythology so well that I couldn't have planned it better myself. If you distill Megatron's personality down into its most basic components, into that which makes him so extremely appealing to me, you would find the same components that have made the Tyrannosaurus my favorite dinosaur from the very beginning.
You see, I am a dinosaur fan - have been since the age of five, and have never entirely outgrown it. At the time, dinosaurs represented the ultimate in sheer unbridled power. When they stalked across the landscape of my imaginings, the earth itself trembled; they roared their battle challenges to each other and flung themselves after their prey and their enemies with magnificently fierce abandon. I brought the ancient Cretaceous landscape vividly to life for myself, wandered scorched plains and steaming swamplands with more familiarity than I have ever found in the modern world. And the undisputed, feared ruler of this entire realm was a majestic Tyrannosaurus.
He had a name, which is irrelevant here, and only two living beings could approach him in safety - one being his friend the glossy- black Brontosaurus, the great Thunder Lizard (mixing and matching geologic eras, of course, but hey, this is Personal Mythology and not scientific fact), and the other being myself. All the world feared the great hunter, except those surprising exceptions who had no need to. I should emphasize, too, that this Tyrannosaur was nothing even vaguely resembling "me Grimlock." And he's as far as you can possibly get from the safe, dumbed-down, and cutesified versions of dinosaurs that are so sadly spoon-fed to kids today. Even at the age of five I would have been offended to be presented with a Tyrannosaur as a dull, dumb, lumbering, happy-go-lucky beast with a vapid smile and "cheerful" colors. The Tyrannosaur is the mightiest terrestrial killing machine that has ever graced the face of the planet - this was no shuffling, shambling, tail-dragging scavenger but an extraordinary hunter with a mouthful of serrated steak-knives, stereoscopic vision, legs fashioned for running, and the keen instincts of a top predator - and to tone down that unbelievably efficient lethality, is to insult everything dinosaurs stand for, at least in the mind of this particular Plumed Serpent.
But where is the connection to Transformers? Well, somewhere along the way, the two concepts got linked up for me. The fact that there were Dinobots may have helped a bit, but they were on the wrong side; it was the Decepticons who gave me the same feeling of awe and excitement that I remember as a kid, pursuing my dinosaur fantasies. Megatron himself, as a representative of my personal archetype of the all-powerful leader, got subconsciously linked to that ancient Tyrannosaur somehow, so that I have often had dreams in which I pictured Megatron in the form of a Tyrannosaurus. Oddly enough their colors are similar (I pictured my old Cretaceous companion in pale gray, simply because my only Tyrannosaur toy happened to be molded in that color plastic - not too different from Megatron's pale silver-gray) - but that's a superficiality. Megatron, like my ancient Tyrannosaur, is a predator at heart. He takes what he needs from the world around him, and none dare oppose him. He will never be tamed, never be conquered. The effortless power, the absolute certainty that he may do as he pleases, the disdain for any rules other than his own, inspire not fear and disgust in me, but boundless admiration. If one such as this considers you a friend, then nothing and no one will ever dare harm you again.
So this upcoming toy is a powerful symbolic image for me, on several fronts. Not as a "real" form for the real Megatron, but as a tangible representation of that symbol. As a way to tie the distant past to the far future in one single shape. I have by now seen a picture of the toy, and the Tyrannosaur mode looks appropriately exceptional. The robot mode is almost worthless, but that doesn't especially bother me. It's not Megatron, after all. It's a personal archetype that walked right out of the landscape of my own mythology. The very earth trembles as those great clawed hindfeet strike the ground, as the head full of serrated daggers swings around - as the mighty Tyrannosaur roars a thunderous challenge to the world he rules! ... Wait, are we talking about Megatron, or about my Cretaceous childhood companion? I'm sorry, but I seem to have lost track....

--Raksha the Plumed Serpent



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