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DAY 5: Mayor, Mayor

Posted by Lucina , in BZPower, BZP Library Jan 07 2016 · 577 views



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Don't you have a city to run?


"The Mayor"

Created by Chip Biscuit

After the Reformation, Marako was one of those who took advantage of the chaos and manipulated it to his own ends.

He took a political charge, playing through several gambits that all paid off. He made many enemies in the process... but they did land him the seat as New Atero's Mayor, a role that he has played for the past twenty years. It is a position that should have been re-elected every four years, and as the days pass, even the most oblivious of citizens slowly begin to realize that their city is gripped in the fist of corruption.

The Mayor might be excellent with his own form of diplomacy, but all the cunning in the world won't save him from enemies determined to remove him from play. His Kanohi Volitak will not save him now.

But perhaps a Mad Great Being might...



“You cheated death.”


“Was it worth it?”

“Is anything worth it? The moment you begin living, each step you take is one step closer to dying. At the end of the day, one begins to wonder whether there is a point to anything at all.”

“You’re avoiding the question."

“I am. Perhaps it was worth it. Who knows?"

“Why did you do it? Why not just allow yourself to pass on?”

“I was afraid.”



Tomorrow, you'll meet The Agori.



DAY 4: Remember

Posted by Lucina , in BZP Library, BZPower Jan 06 2016 · 490 views

Time for Day 4.


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Do you remember?


"The Mask Maker"

Created by Toa Smoke Monster

Nobody knows this Matoran's true name - not even himself. All that he has to go by is the nickname granted to him by those who would become his closest friends long ago, when they were all thought dead to the world. He helped them to fight a war against an enemy thought unbeatable; he helped them to win.

But nobody remembers that war.

After the Reformation, Smoke Monster and the rest of his friends all went their separate ways; the number of times he has seen any of them since can be counted on one hand. Smoke Monster took up the trade of forging Kanohi Masks, and has resided within New Atero ever since doing just that. He works alongside the mysterious 'Artisan', and together their skills in the forge have become famous throughout Spherus-Magna.

It's not Smoke Monster that the Mad Great Being wants, but it might end up being Smoke Monster that she gets.



“...hello?” he asked. His voice was ragged from disuse, mechanical against his will.

The being frowned, opening their eyes and tilting their head up to look at him. Then their eyes widened slightly and they nodded, as though he had somehow answered an unspoken question.

“Interesting,” they murmured. Their voice was like a thousand lines of silk, all sliding across each other. “A Matoran, when I first created you. Now a robot, long past your time.”

He frowned. “You… know who I am?”

They nodded, but tilted their head to the side, re-examining him. “Curious… you are not him. So I did create you, but somewhere else. You are not from here. You’ve come a long way.”

“Look,” he started, stepping forward, clenching his fists. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re gonna start answering some questions right now. Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know me?”

“Once, long ago, I helped to create you, or rather, another me did.” The being said, seeming to speak as much to themselves as they were to him. “You were a Matoran; my first contribution to the Matoran race. I named you.”

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” he snapped, scowling. “It’s meaningless to me - the name of a murderer, and so much worse.”

The being laughed - a rich, intoxicating sound, addicting in its pure and unadulterated pleasure.



Tomorrow, I'll introduce you all to the Mayor.



DAY 3: Snark is Real

Posted by Lucina , in BZP Library, BZPower Jan 05 2016 · 612 views

And now it's time for DAY 3!


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Tough love.


"The Snarker"

Created by Inferna Firesword

Some people would tell you that the Ce-Matoran named Sirien is rude.

Sirien would helpfully inform you that those people are wrong.

Having worked as a weapons supplier during both the Destiny War and the Reformation War, Sirien has learned how to negotiate with everything from her fellow Matoran to beings as powerful as (and sometimes more powerful than) the Makuta. Highly intelligent and pragmatic, she demands respect from all who would converse with her, and expects them to hold themselves to her own lofty standards. She is calm and unfazed in all but the strangest of circumstances, and is both snarky and sarcastic to the extreme.

Unfortunately, since the Reformation, society has not had much use for weapons manufacturing - and with a personality hard to get along with, Sirien has struggled to find an occupation that can hold her attention. At the moment, she works as an employee of the Ko-Matoran Makua in both his personal bookstore chain 'Threadbare Books' and the New Atero Library. She has not had the job for long, but its tedious nature already has her itching for action... and an adventure with a Mad Great Being might be just what she needs.



Bronze poked the dark bronze and cobalt Matoran in the shoulder six times before she finally reacted, her eyes narrowing into a glare as her gaze shifted from the open book on the counter to him.


“Hello!” he said, smiling and holding out his hand. “I’m Bronze! Who’re you?”

She ignored his outstretched hand in favor of pointing at the name tag on her chest. “Do you know how to read?”


The Ce-Matoran slammed the book shut and stood to her feet, the stool she had been sitting on scraping the floor as it was pushed back. Without sparing him another glance she turned on her heel and stalked away. Bronze remained where he was for two seconds before rushing after her.

“Wait, come back! I need to ask you something! If I don’t Lady Araina will get mad! Well, you know, more mad then she is already, I guess. Great Beings are so moody sometimes, it’s just like-”

He was cut off before he could continue by a hand pressing against his mouth and shoving him headfirst into the nearest bookshelf. Bronze blinked and shook his head to clear it as the hand was removed and the Ce-Matoran stepped in front of him, poking him hard in the chest.

“Did you just say Great Being?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.

Bronze nodded, grinning. “Yep! She’s my boss! Sorta. She doesn’t say boss but it’s kinda like she is the boss because she tells me what to do and then I do whatever it is?”

“A Great Being,” the Ce-Matoran repeated, bemused. “In New Atero?”

Bronze nodded again, trying and failing to remove the Ce-Matoran’s finger from where it was now stabbing into his chest. “Ow. Yes. She brought me here. We’re looking for some Matoran. I think she went to find the mayor? Yeah, something like that. I wanted to go but she said I had to get us some librarian named ‘Sirien’, whoever that is, and then I got lost for awhile because I didn’t know what a library was but some nice fellow pointed me over here and now I’m here and do you know where this ‘Sirien’ is?”

A look of disbelief was his only response before the other Matoran drily replied, “I’m Sirien.”

He blinked. “Oh.”



Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the Mask Maker - as well as another preview for OBLIVION!



DAY 2: Sign Right Here!

Posted by Lucina , in BZPower, BZP Library Jan 04 2016 · 799 views

Here we are! Day 2 of OBLIVION!


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What's a BZP Story without BZP characters?


"The Living Mask"

Created by BronzeJet Kanohi Kakama

Every mad being needs a companion, and for the Mad Great Being Araina, that companion is the Ta-Matoran that she has named Bronze. Formerly an ordinary bronze Kanohi Kakama, Bronze was given life after being picked up by Araina ten years ago. With a living Kanohi Mask in her hands that she did not wish to carry, Araina constructed a special bronze, red and o range Ta-Matoran body for him. Bronze has been traveling with (and working for) her ever since.

While the Mad Great Being's often disjointed, rambling thoughts can seem incoherent to most other beings she comes across, Bronze has learned to understand what she means to convey and often serves as a translator... which will undoubtedly prove to be a godsend to the rest of the crew.


While the primary cast of this story is rather small - six characters, to be precise - I am in need of other characters to help populate this world... which is where you all come in! Simply fill out the form below and post it in the comments.

While I cannot promise you an appearance, I will try; just keep in mind that any appearances will be smaller compared to what I've done in the past (but in return, I will try to make each one unique).

NAME: [Quite obviously, really!]
ALTERNATE NAME: [Not to point any fingers, but calling a character by some of your display names might be weird! I can still make it work if you want me to, however.]
SPECIES: [You can choose either Matoran or Agori!]
ELEMENT: [Likewise, you can pick from the canon Matoran elements, or the canon Agori elements!]
OTHER INFO: [Other stuff you want me to know! What is your character's gender? Any recommendations for their personality? Any personal history I might try to include, or a favored tool/weapon? As well as any other good stuff like a specific mask, or colors, maybe.]



Tomorrow you'll meet the next member of the team... and perhaps I'll even give you a teaser of their first encounter with the Mad Great Being!



7 DAYS OF OBLIVION: Day 1: Madness

Posted by Lucina , in BZPower, BZP Library Jan 03 2016 · 778 views

As promised to a few of you, here is the official announcement of ...

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Due to a set of unfortunate circumstances (that may have perhaps been unavoidable, since we are online), I was hired on to keep on giving after BZPower's Secret Santa (protip: we should make sure the staff turn it into an annual thing).

Of course, there was only one route to take - write an epic! This particular epic will star a select cast of characters created in part by certain BZPower members. Gathered together by an insane Great Being, they will find themselves in a deadly race to find the Mask of Life, hunting down a mysterious and deadly foe before they can end the newly reformed world....


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Of course, what better way to start it all off than to introduce you to the Mad Great Being herself?


"The Mad Great Being"

Created by An/a Blade

Long ago, the Great Being Araina helped her brethren to build the Matoran Universe and create the Matoran. Unfortunately for her, towards the end of the project she had the misfortune of coming into contact with the Kanohi Ignika, Mask of Life - the Mask cursed her, causing everything that she came into contact with to suddenly spring to life. Deemed as mad by the other Great Beings, she was locked away within an ancient fortress deep within the jungles of Bota-Magna.

There she remained until sixteen years ago, when she was freed by a mysterious robotic warrior; she has roamed the planet of Spherus-Magna ever since... until now.



He coughed. “You… said something about a Great Being inside of me?”

They shrugged, waving the issue away. “Oh, yes. That nutter. Really, if any of the Great Beings deserved to be called ‘mad’, it’d be him, not me. He managed to override your coding by essentially inserting a small portion of his own soul into you. Made you stop being you and start being him. And then when you broke through, came here and stopped him. Unfortunately, he found a way to transfer his thoughts into you as memories to preserve himself, because both of you are too clever for your own goods. You’re a ticking time bomb.”

“Thanks,” he muttered. “I’m really feeling your appreciation.”

The near-blinding grin he received in response suggested that the Great Being seated in the cell with his staff had long since lost the ability to perceive sarcasm. “Thank you! I do appreciate you! That’s why I brought you here, of course. Because you’re you, and that means you’re lugging him around too. Or, you know, a part of him. It works!”

“What works?!” he cried. “Why did you call me here?!”

“To let me out, of course,” the Mad Great Being said, sounding confused. “Did I not explain it already? You have a bit of a Great Being inside of you. Just grab the bars, picture him in your head, and he’ll be deleted in exchange for freeing me!”



Tomorrow I'll introduce you to the first member of the Mad Great Being's team - and I might have a way for some of you to get involved as well!



do yourself a favor

Posted by Lucina , in BZPower, BZP Library Jan 01 2016 · 422 views

and go read (and follow) Soran's The Road to Home.

It is going to be a fantastic CYOA Comic and is a brilliant idea. Jealous that I did not think of the idea first (even though I don't have the artistic skills to make a comic on my own anyway)

Seriously though go read it and follow.


The Spine Eater Never Dies

Posted by Lucina , in BZP Library Dec 04 2015 · 509 views

A teaser for Distortion:


He dug through the rubble, broken bits and pieces of rock crumbling apart in his hands as he scraped his fingers deeper and deeper into the pile. A cloud of dust drifted up into his face; he coughed, choking on the dry air.

There was a crackle in his ear.

“Status report.”

He coughed again. “N-nothing yet. Just rubble.”


“It’s been a year, sir. It shouldn’t exactly be a surprise.”

“Metru-Nui has not even been capable of forming anything resembling a proper hierarchy since the White Council fell. All of the reports tell me that the city has become a ghost town, every Metru fending for itself.”

“Well, it might not have been the citizens of the city, but someone cared enough to come by and clean all of this up,” the Po-Matoran muttered, turning and collapsing somewhat painfully onto the rubble.

“What was that?”

The Po-Matoran did not bother to inquire what exactly his boss had heard over their communication link. “Just sitting down for a breather. I’ve been digging through the Coliseum for a week now, sir. It’s a little exhausting.”

“Hmmph. You say it has been cleared out?”

“Yes. No bodies, no armor, no weapons… heck, not even any traces of those special Vahki that the White Council were so fond of. Half the Coliseum collapses, but I’m pretty sure most of what did fall is missing. Somebody got here first, sir.”

“Impossible. I have multiple agents stationed all across the universe. Everyone has been too terrified to make any sort of moves.”

“And I’m telling you that somebody wasn’t,” the Po-Matoran snapped. “Someone faster than the Dark Hunters – someone cunning.”

“Troubling… your point is noted. Report back now – we are abandoning the recovery. If your suspicions are correct, then we must prepare ourselves to wage war against this new enemy.”

The Po-Matoran opened his mouth to reply, but was distracted as the rubble shifted again. He fell backwards as the piece he was seated on collapsed underneath him. He coughed, reaching out blindly to stop his fall. Everything stopped and the Matoran remained frozen in place, limbs shaking.


“One moment,” he whispered, slowly twisting his head to look around.

A glimmer in the darkness further below – faint. It disappeared into the shadows before popping back into view for a split second. The Po-Matoran gradually released his hold; the rubble remained still around him as he slowly twisted to stare at the source of the light.

“Agent, what is happening?”

“I… I found something,” he said quietly, astonished.

“What did you find?”

He reached out with a trembling arm, his hand closing around the source of the light. He held it up to his mask, staring at the small yellow light in his palm with disbelief.

“A heartlight,” he replied. “Still pulsing. It’s… it’s weak, but… whoever this is… they’re still alive. Somehow….”

“…bring it with you, agent. Report back to headquarters immediately.”

“Of course, Shadowed One,” the Po-Matoran said, pocketing the heartlight. “I’ll be there soon.”

“I look forward to it.”
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Launches DECEMBER 12TH.



Posted by Lucina , in BZP Library Oct 16 2015 · 356 views

The following is a teaser for
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Presented by fishers64.

Of this being, his mind yawns open,
Much curiosity to fill,
But his eyes divide and section
Leaving beauty beyond him still.

His perspective is a eyelet, a turning winner's ball,
That turns him from misfortune,
Lest at the hand he fall.

And yet he stands for nothing,
He has no interest in, the vices of the others,
The faults that bring their ends.

Principles, without reason - for as of yet he has little to threaten his innocence, seeing that alone appears to be the cause of his good fortunes.


It is, upon this reflection, that I am not quite as bitter as you may expect. While the passing of a dear friend is cause for much sorrow, and I have had much time for that, and there is the destruction of the city, which I must admit that I am not so fond, as this place has become bitter, a source of dust and ashes.

It seems that I and Letagi share this same quality of innocence, although I must admit that I grew into this way over the revenges of time. It seemed that fishers was keen to recognize this, that we had not fallen into the ways of fighting and killing as all of the others did. It seems to be something she sought out in others, even as the blood marked her hands from the beginning.

But alas, I know what the others do not.


This being’s eyes, the world despise, and when he rise,
He colors it in a cheerful fiction,
A lighthearted spirit, filled with nonsense, covering his dissatisfaction.

Light shines on his face,
Cloaking the depths below,
A splendid disguise,
For a deadly foe.

In one day,
I did laugh.
Another day,
I wanted him to be free,
But I could not break his chain.

I am tempted to break this tablet, for I know that he is dead. But I suspect that many will rise like him in the coming days, in the wake of all of this destruction. Although – I suppose that free of the tyrannical rule of the White Council and the menace of Control, perhaps we can pick up the pieces and repair things. Perhaps, there might be bright days once again.

Let this story be a reminder that cheerfulness can arise from the darkest of places.


I looked up from the tablet in my hands to see him standing at the door. He is tall, with a face that looks innocent, like you could tell him anything and he would keep it a secret for you. He probably would, actually – it’s what he would do with it that I have to say wouldn’t serve much – his bearing suggests that would be bad.

His name is Trinuma. He is here to know the truth, but I’m not sure I want to tell.
What awaits you?

Distortion launches in November.



Posted by Lucina , in BZP Library Sep 30 2015 · 346 views

The following is a teaser for
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This one is brought to you by Pahrak.


Underscore peeked out of the dark hallway, the hastily-drawn dagger shaking in his hands. A few tiny points of light hung over the arena chamber, showing him that at least a few spots were safe, but the majority of the room still lay shrouded.

He would have to risk it. As quietly as he could, he gulped down his fear and walked out into the room. He instinctively scurried to the nearest light. A flash at his side startled him—a figure appeared, tall and menacing, appearing to vibrate and flicker…

A hologram. One of the arena’s projectors had a glitch, it seemed. Underscore was just beginning to calm down when he heard it.

“Mirror, mirror, make thy call…”

The voice was terribly familiar. It rang out from where he could not see, circling around him like a vulture in preparation for its prey to drop. He tried to stay calm, but he only shook harder.

“Which of them is next to fall?”

The light above him shut off. Stumbling back, Underscore turned to the next light, only to see it shut off as well, followed one-by-one by the others until the arena was entirely dark. Underscore fought the urge to scream.

More projectors switched on. A multitude of hazy images formed and unformed: Toa, Skakdi, Matoran, and a myriad of other beings, phantoms from countless worlds dancing around him, laughing, shouting, arguing in garbled voices. And above it all sang that one, terribly familiar voice.

“All your fears are now to pass…”

With a shout, he ran. Underscore bolted across the arena, pushing his way through the illusory warriors without slowing down. He was almost to the door when one of the illusions reached out and grabbed him. Another Onu-Matoran threw him against the ground, stepping through the hologram that had obscured him, and loomed over Underscore, flashing a smile illuminated only by the ambient light of the nearby projections.

Underscore fumbled for his knife—he had dropped it. He wanted to look around, but he could not take his eyes away from this stranger. No, not a stranger…

For his assailant had the same face as him.

“You’ll ne’er overcome the looking glass.”

What awaits you?

Distortion releases November 13th.



Posted by Lucina , in BZP Library Sep 21 2015 · 539 views

The following is a teaser for
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This one is brought to you by Voltex.
Helryx tossed the Shadow Matoran aside; he bounced across the floor before slamming into the wall and sliding back down. He remained in that position as he spoke again, sounding both exhausted and furious.

“What do you want from me?”

“A service,” she said, turning to face him.

“No,” he spat. “Kill me now, Toa, before I do it myself - I’m done doing jobs. Everything I had… everything I built… I’ve lost it all. Those Matoran…”

He trailed off, raising a shaking hand and pointing at the corpse of a Ta-Matoran sprawled across the operating table nearest to him - JiMing. There was undisguised hatred in the Shadow Matoran’s eyes.

“...they took everything from me. And it didn’t matter what I did, or who I turned to, they always. WON!”

He slammed his fist into the floor for emphasis; a loud crack was heard as both his wrist and the floor fractured from the impact, but Shadowhawk ignored it as he shoved himself to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes as he stalked over to stand beside JiMing, staring at Helryx.

“You are angry,” she said, speaking calmly. “I am merely suggesting that you focus it.”

“On what?!” he snarled.

“Thirty Matoran escaped the Coliseum,” she said, gesturing towards JiMing. “All of them allies with him. Working for the Matoran you all call ‘Voltex’, although he is an enigma we shall discuss later. They have travelled far away, through dimensions - I want you to hunt them down.”

"Kill them all."

Sounds like trouble.

Distortion launches early November.

What awaits you?

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