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Posted by bonesiii , May 03 2010 · 134 views

Bionicle Paracosmos


Today the Bones Blog continues with the final few chapters of Unseen, the Bionicle Paracosmos short epic slow-reveal of the winner of the Monster Mystery Art contest. Chapter 8 is 8 pages long, rather than the 6 average of the previous chapters. There will most likely be three more chapters plus an epilogue.

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Chapter 8


Taureko and Mohrook have just been blasted out of a Coliseum window by the Trickster villain, after trying to send a citywide broadcast to me…

Taureko took only a second to get a snapshot of his surroundings. A stone desk fell just above him. A cloud of broken glass obscured his view of everything but the Coliseum.

Mohrook?

The Onu-Matoran had to be falling below Taureko.

The Ko-Matoran called on his Noble Mask of Flight – which he could use thanks to a Brotherhood experiment from the days when he was a Lab Matoran – and sped up his fall.

He flew downwards faster than the glass.

His mind took another snapshot, a still image of Mohrook below him against a rushing, terrifying background.

Mohrook grabbed his right hand, and Taureko flew to the side, afraid of the desk.

But the ground was coming up too fast.

Taureko reached out for the Coliseum’s wall.

Left hand scraped against it. Absorbed impact energy. That added to the impact he’d absorbed from the Trickster’s Kanoka Arrow.

Held his hand down. Shot impact energy downward, slowing their fall.

The desk hurtled past.

Knicked Mohrook. “Aaah!” Both Matoran spun, midair. Taureko lost sight of Mohrook.

Felt his hand slip.

In the next moment, Taureko saw only the zooming side of the Coliseum, and knew he didn’t feel Mohrook’s hand anymore.

Just a split second later, a hand clasped his right foot.

But the danger wasn’t over. Mohrook doubled his weight – the Noble mask wasn’t designed to handle this much of a load. They continued to fall, just a bit slower.

Taureko tried to fly upwards to counter the weight now that the desk was no longer a threat.

This slowed their fall still more.

He glanced down.

The ground around the Coliseum was a crisscrossing mess of canals, bridges, and small buildings. The canals!

Flew sideways. Over a canal, just barely. A bridge whooshed up, just missed them.

SPLASH.

Taureko surfaced moments later, blowing water out of his mouth. He saw brown stone canal walls looming over dancing water. Saw a dustcloud over the top of the wall closest to the Coliseum – the crash of the stone desk, he presumed. One of the suns glared off the water downstream, so he couldn’t see if Mohrook was that way… he wasn’t anywhere else…

Then there was a sputtering sound behind him. Taureko kicked the water to circle, and saw Mohrook treading water behind him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Mohrook took a moment to answer, breathing deep for a moment. “I was out for a moment when we hit, but yeah.”

They swam to the nearest metal ladder and climbed out.

Once atop the canal wall, they surveyed the impact of the stone desk. There was only a crater in a patch of garden by one of the Coliseum’s entrance, plus a darker dust settled atop the brown earth of the crater. The scene glittered from hundreds of pieces of glass.

Mohrook turned his scoped mask to the skyline. “You think Hujo got our message?”

Taureko sighed. “If he did, I didn’t notice any Blue Fire flares while I was falling… not that my mind was on that… We probably missed any response he gave us.”

But I was still unconscious in Ta-Metru after narrowly escaping the Unseen monster. So before I return to my perspective, we rejoin the unfolding events revolving around Turaga Dume, atop the Coliseum, as seen through the eyes of the cloaked Unknown…

Volitaos watched the apparently insane red Turaga pace the room in silence for several minutes.

He had watched a confusing and shocking turn of events in the last few moments, which Dume refused to explain. First, he’d seen Dume alerted to the attacks of the Unseen in Le-Metru, and seem not to care. Then he’d seen the Turaga obsess madly over a strange blocky key he’d retrieved from his quarters. Then the Trickster’s pet Throughrunner Beetle, Kobahko, had stolen, apparently, another key just like it… and Dume retrieved the third.

Dume then had the Turaga turn their round meeting table on eight spokes, and went on a smashing spree – smashing a mask right on Vakama’s face, smashing potted plants.

As if this wasn’t crazy enough, when Taureko and Mohrook had arrived, Dume had refused to let them carry out their mission, begging them to retrieve two vats for him.

What’s in the vats?

He walked up to the other Unknown in the room. Caroha had warned him a moment to say this would come, though he never could have predicted the events that would lead up to it, simple as it had seemed when the Unknown leader had told him of her vision.

“Caroha says follow the guards,” Volitaos – the invisible Unknown – whispered in the ear of Surkahi – the visible Unknown.

The Miru-wearing shapeshifter gave a tiny nod none of the Turaga noticed. Volitaos stepped away, satisfied… and curious to find out what his message even meant.

Dume finally stopped pacing. “Taureko and Mohrook may disobey my orders… I will be lenient, since neither are Metru Nui citizens… This time. But the vats MUST be retrieved.”

“I will do it,” Surkahi volunteered, “if you simply explain what they’re for.”

Dume’s face turned into rage in an instant. Volitaos cringed. Surkahi shouldn’t have pushed. “GET OUT OF HERE!” Dume shouted at the shapeshifter. “This is my business, the business of this city! If outsiders will not play by my rules, then GO OUTSIDE!”

Surkahi tried to look apologetic, but Dume just stared at him, finger pointed (arm shaking madly) at the door.

Volitaos took a guess based on Caroha’s warning, and whispered in Surkahi’s ears again. “Leave. I’ll watch him.”

“Very well,” Surkahi said, sighing. “But I will be in the Coliseum if you choose to summon me back.”

“I won’t. Go.”

So he left. Dume slammed the door shut behind him. Then turned to the other Turaga, who all looked like they were trying to hide their honest feelings of disgust for their superior’s actions.

“Let wisdom alone play the role of the wise,” Dume muttered. “So as I was saying. We will handle this ourselves, as a city. No more Unknown, no more ‘Freers.’”

“Sir,” Turaga Takanuva started.

Vakama held up a hand sharply, giving the younger Turaga a look that said, ‘wrong time, wrong speaker.’ The elder of light fell silent.

“Thank you,” Dume said to Vakama, smiling faintly. “Let’s all remember our places.”

“Now that we’re amongst ourselves,” Turaga Nokama said softly, “do you advise telling us any part of your plan to thwart the Trickster that we can help on, sir?”

Volitaos shook his head, rather pointlessly, in amazement at how tactful the Water elder could be, after Dume’s behavior especially.

But Dume just waved a hand dismissively at her. “I think we all know we’re not really alone. Right, Volitaos?!” The elder spun in a circle, looking around the whole room, as if expecting to see a faint outline of the Unknown.

Volitaos clenched his fists. As a more powerful version of the Mask of Stealth, the Kanohi Volitak he was named for made him literally, totally, undetectable. Dume did not see him, thankfully. But to what lengths might Dume go to make sure they were alone?

He started to get his answer the next moment. “Line up on one side of the room,” Dume ordered the others, “And join hands. We’ll walk across the room.”

The others reluctantly obeyed.

Volitaos had to admit, it was a clever plan, although easily foiled by becoming a ceiling-climber creature. He moved up the opposite wall, gripping the room’s bulkheads gently, and hung from the girders that held up the wide ceiling.

As the Turaga cross the room, climbing over the table when they reached it, Volitaos had to admit, if Dume was sane enough to come up with this plan… if misdirected… maybe the elder actually was sane enough to understand and plan for the Trickster situation?

But what about the Unseen?

Dume claimed the Unseen monster was only a distraction. And knowing the Trickster from his deceptive history with Metru Nui, that made sense. But to the Matoran captured by the monster, it was hardly a distraction. Tamaru and Kuhauha deserved all attention being turned to their rescue.

The problem for Volitaos, really, was that Dume refused to give him all the pieces to the puzzle the fire elder knew of. What was the table? What were the keys for?

All he knew about such things was that there was a keyhole in the table, and Dume had combined the two keys he had into one interlocking key, put it in that keyhole, and turned. This had triggered the table’s eight spokes to reveal themselves mechanically… then the Turaga had turned the table.

His chain of reasoning was cut short by the Turaga crossing the room. “Well,” Dume said, “If he’s here, he’s on the ceiling. I have a plan to get him now.” The elder gripped his staff tightly.

For a moment, Volitaos feared the Turaga would actually start throwing his staff around…

Then the elder turned to a computer console mounted in the wall behind him, and pressed a button. He spoked quietly into the Coliseum intercom system. Volitaos couldn’t hear what he said from here. Had all the drama been meant only to keep Volitaos’s ears away?

Volitaos became a long-legged insectoid form, and walked over to the huge window that formed one of the four walls of the room. He had an idea of a form that would probably fool a possible staff-throwing plan.

When he was against the window, he spread himself out, widening and thinning, against the glass. More, and more. He also actually compressed his volume, though his actual weight stayed the same.

Soon he was simply a paper thin, invisible layer added to the glass. It would take an extremely careful eye, even if a hand was pressed against the glass, to realize the layer was even there.

The door opened.

If Volitaos had wanted to slip out, he realized, he was about to lose his opportunity.

Five guards entered. One was a Miru-wearing Ta-Matoran he recognized as Tlenoh, one of the most skilled guards among all the Metru Nui Matoran.

Dume whispered something in Tlenoh’s ear.

Volitaos shapeshifted an invisible ear on a long, flexible stalk. Stretched the ear towards the unexpected huddle…

“…a direct order.” Dume was saying.

Whatever the order had been, Tlenoh’s face registered confusion, or some similar emotion, only for a split second. Then the guard stood there, looking Dume calmly in the eyes. Volitaos couldn’t be sure since Dume’s back was to him, but he sensed that the Turaga actually feared the skilled guard.

“Yes, sir,” Tlenoh said. The Ta-Matoran held Dume’s gaze for a moment, then calmly turned away, motioning at the other four guards to follow.

Should I leave?

No. Caroha had probably been talking about this very moment in her vision. Surkahi was to follow the guards. Volitaos was to remain.

But were those the guards to be followed?

Surkahi had been kicked out by a plant-smashing Turaga.

He was now a potted plant, just outside the door.

The ancient being had to admit he was being a bit childish and spiteful by taking this form. Caroha would certainly say the choice was unbecoming of a wise, grandfatherly being like himself. But it had been about that long since he’d been so disrespected by anyone.

In any case, he now had a dilemma. Two groups of guards had just come into his sight.

First, Tlenoh and four other guards had come, entered the Meeting Room, then left. Three remained posted at the door, while Tlenoh and one other guard left alone.

But before they left, five other guards ran up, led by a female Po-Matoran named Jerabu. “Stand aside!” she told the other group of guards. “We have news for the Turaga!”

“Dume has forbidden any entry into this room for the moment,” Tlenoh said.

“It’s urgent. Taureko and Mohrook are here, and they just tried to broadcast on the citywide! We saw the broadcast on one of the hallway screens. Then something cut them off!”

Tlenoh looked worried. But he replied calmly, “Dume insisted even if there were rumors of an attack in this building, nobody may enter. I assume he fears the Trickster is going to try some deception… shapeshifting maybe.”

As far as Surkahi knew, Raogahk did not have shapeshifting powers. But then, the Trickster was always collecting strange artifacts… it was worth preparing against, he supposed.

“Well,” Jerabu said, “According to Dume’s new roster, you outrank me. What shall we do?”

Surkahi knew that was a difficult statement for the sand-colored Matoran to make. She didn’t like answering to any rank, not even Dume. But all guards believed in Duty.

“The five of you investigate it,” Tlenoh said. “And Surkahi? If you’re still around here somewhere, I recommend you go with them. I doubt it’s the Unseen, but if it’s the Trickster, it’s just as much a threat.”

Surkahi almost nodded… then thought better of it.

“Why aren’t you coming?” Jerabu asked.

“Dume sent me and Vira on a secret mission,” the Ta-Matoran said. And with that, he walked away. The Le-Matoran Vira followed.

Jerabu and the four guards left too, heading the opposite way in the hallway.

Surkahi answered to no Matoran rank, but he agreed with Tlenoh’s motives for telling him to go with Jerabu’s group. Whatever happened in the broadcast studio, they might need someone with his powers for protection.

But the childish, suspicious side of him… the side that both shocked him and made him feel alive… told him to find out what Dume’s mission was.

Who to follow?

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Feel free to review, theorize, ask questions, etc. by adding a comment to this chapter blog entry, and stay tuned for the next chapter as a new blog entry.

Next Chapter: 9


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Nice chapter. The fall seen at the beginning was pretty intense, and the part were Surkahi turned into a plant was Lolable. Looking forward to more.

-TLhikan
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You know how to write insanity. Dume's sudden and frankly terrifying transformations from calm to rage toward Surkahi was a good reminder of a couple real-life situations. But he's still smart! Soooo curious what he's planning. It's all so weird and seemingly unconnected, I think if they all end up being connected it's going to be one of the best puzzles I've ever read.

At the beginning, I liked the mention of Taureko taking 'mental snapshots.' I don't think I've come across that kind of psychological phenomenon before - closest I can think of is incredibly heightened senses when there's danger. Does this actually happen?

Moving on to Chapter 9 now... biggrin.gif
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Happens for me, when my adrenaline is high enough. And yes, all the Dume stuff is connected. smile.gif
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I don't know if this is just the way I'm wired, but I don't really think like "hey, wanna be my friend?" I just be myself, treat others with respect and friendliness, and those who would make good friends just sorta show up. And I really don't think like "well, you're not my friend, you are, you aren't" etc. Anybody can be my friend.


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*revives topic, only to kill it seconds later*


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My two pieces of eight.


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Ha ha! Voriki myth still isn't dead? It's been so long since the constant flow of these topics stopped I guess I thought Voriki had finally kicked the bucket. Well, I hate to put another nail in the old guy's coffin, but...

Topic closed.

I Heart Logic

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Ahhhhh, the sweet smell of complaint topics in July!


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I think Evil Lord Survurlode is out to get me.


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Bionicle doesn't revolve around ANY one fan. Not even you.


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Bionicle does NOT age with its fans.


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If something absolutely has to be done for the greater good, it is by definition NOT evil.


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Think, guys, think! You have brains! Use them!


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Logic is not some meaningless buzzword you can throw around like pie, at least not as long as I, an actual logician, am here.


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Common myth. The answer is: "Yes, if you are an ancient Greek."


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Last I checked, most of us aren't ancient Greeks. tongue.gif Some of us are ancient Geeks, but...


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Besides, show me a brown rock, and I'll use your logic on you. "That's not a rock, it's hardened lava."


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The best symbol of stone would be gray. But it would probably sell almost as bad as brown -- LEGO needed a "flashy" color, more like what Ta, Ga, and Le Toa have.


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Do not insult cheese.


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Omi's right.


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Forty-two.

(Four eight fifteen sixteen twenty-three... *ahem*)


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Logic! Why don't they teach logic in these schools?


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Can you imagine MNOG ending with the Turaga and Matoran executing Ahkmou?


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So here's the question: If LEGO working harder by listening to fans is "lazy", then wouldn't they be "lazy" if they listened to you -- a fan?


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You don't need to hate to say it.


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Four extra letters. "Bionicle sets." How hard is that?

Actually, three extra letters since the s just moves.


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If they are "Bionicles", then you are "History".


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BZPers are often the exception, not the rule.

::celestial_drink::

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Of course it's cruel -- did you think bad guys were Mother Teresa?


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It isn't like I hide it, but it also isn't like I go up to random students at college at say "Hey, I like Bionicle, isn't that something?!"


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One man's junk is another man's treasure.


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I had the same theory in ages past, and Greg personally disproved it.


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The thing can destroy time, man. You guard those kinda things.


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Brevity is the soul.


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Which I suppose is a fancy way of saying, "I have no idea."


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I attack my own theories. I'm weird like that.


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If only books could be updated like web pages.


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Bionicle was supposedly a betrayal of everything LEGO stands for, its pieces far too clunky, a horrible turn away from the more "intelligent" Technic and a total stabbing in the back of the good old brick, an insult to AFOLS, evidence of a mythical trend away from the construction toy, far too violent, etc.


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It's really pretty simple:

Gadunka is one of the "coolest" sets ever. Most inventive, most unusual, most striking. Thus, he is horrible.


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Of course they're weird. All Bionicle names are supposed to be weird. Show me the Bionicle name that is "normal".


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You just completely contradicted yourself. If Mata Nui was working out great, then wouldn't Metru Nui have made less money?



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If that's greedy, then you are greedy for driving in a car to get somewhere far away fast, for wearing shoes so you can walk at a reasonable pace without cutting your feet, using silverware to better eat your food, using a telephone to avoid having to make a trip and speak, using a computer to type a forum post when you could walk personally to everybody's house and speak what you just said over and over and over again.... At least 2000 times to account for all the possible active BZP members, and preferably about five million times -- and you'd have to go door to door throughout the whole world to even figure out which people were Bionicle fans anyways before you started confusing monks in Tibet with strange words like "Kongu" and "Cordak". All within your own lifetime, regardless of whatever else you had wanted to do in your life.

And forget speech. You have to scratch out the message with your fingernails in stone. Then maybe you wouldn't be greedy. Maybe.



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Nobody would surprise me, so it's probably Makuta. But I went with Hydraxon, because he's a weapons master and it would make sense, no?


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Why didn't I think of that earlier?


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I don't just ask rhetorical questions -- I answer them.


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I knew you'd say that.


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You're a body with a head. So what?


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A simple conversion is not a business plan to actually get two radically different markets to behave as if they were the same.


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Um, hello? Are my posts invisible?


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Universe go poof.

We All Live In An

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I hate typing Roman numerals above three.


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I always find these topics funny -- everybody goes in circles, pointing to the exact same aspect of the set and going "See that? So it's obvious it's horrible! How can you not see that?", and then someone else saying, "See that? It's obvious it's awesome! How can you not see that?"


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Obviously, not everybody sees I to I.


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They have their uses -- like if you're making a MOC that's supposed to be a light green faceless humanoid.


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I hate it when I can't tell if someone's joking.


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Yes, that's an excuse to be lazy.


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Hold on just a second. I think you have things backwards. Mata Nui was not paradise -- it was a place of horror and war for a thousand years!


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Lol.


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I'm a logician. I can tell you that your argument does not merely sound illogical. It is.


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Yeah, that'd be bad. Next question?


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We'd still have wooden ducks, no plastic bricks, and definately no LEGO if change was prevented. Really, we wouldn't even have that.


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It is unfortunate that it's this way (at least for us). But it is. We might as well come to grips with it.


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And I walk away in peace.


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You have no idea how many times I've read this style of opening to this kind of topic, man. I must admit I am very very tired of it.

*deeeeep breath*

*shakes head madly*

Okay, I'm good.


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My memory doesn't go back that far.


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If I didn't agree with something, I'd try to find out the reasons for it before doing anything else, which is something I think some people forget to do and instead they dig themselves a hole for no reason.


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Lol, I think you missed the point -- BR isn't going to think your forum deserves approval if he has to be told it exists.


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I'm a coolomaniac.


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But I like spam!
Wait...


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This is not a country. This is a website. Countries are led by governments. Websites are owned by owners. Countries are places you physically exist in, and may have difficulty leaving. Websites are places YOU choose to go. Countries are places you may be born in, or grow up in, etc.

BZPower is a place YOU sign an agreement in order to join. Blame cannot be placed on us when a member violates that agreement. And if a member chooses not to like that agreement anymore, they are free to leave at will. If a member violates the agreement they made with us, we are justified in punishing the member as agreed.


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I'm a logician -- I think in terms of what makes sense all the time. I don't just agree -- I know why I agree, and I think my reasons are pretty sound.


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If I'm breaking a rule, it's because I gave myself permission to allow myself an exception, thus I am not technically breaking it.


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[A]lthough Evil Lord Survurlode does seem to be making a bit of a comeback, just like Sauron, so we might have an epic war that will spawn a novel and three giant books of a trilogy soon... but yeah...


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I object to the wording of this question.


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Huzzah?

I'm A Doctor, Not A Great Being

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Ever had one of those moments where you think you just passed into an alternate timeline? This is one. ()_o


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Rants are based on pompous egos and desire to pick a fight. Not intelligence.


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The Monster on LOST is Makuta.


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Cynics are some of the most naive people on the planet. They hear someone claim things are bad, and they accept it without question.


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I'm a realist with an imagination.


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I blame Survurlode.


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You see a flamer, your response should not be to just flame him back -- you lower yourself to his level if you do.


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Let's open that can of worms, as unpleasant as it might be. [...] *I'm not afraid of you, worms!*


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"Transformation" can be as simple as a bomb rearranging a building into a debris field.


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Far better to be proven wrong than to be wrong without knowing it.


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I remember when I was a kid, and I was just playing around, I didn't know this stuff, so I said gas prices were five dollars at my play gas station.

My dad laughed, said gas would never be that expensive.


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Toa carrying rifles... as they ride their space shuttles into... Klingon territory...


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Kazi [ha]s Rahkshi staffs. (Oooh, Kazi=evil??)


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Take an election between two candidates. Obviously, both candidates will get votes. However, one will get more votes, and one will get less. You would be, in this example, voting for the one with less votes (Mr. Olderfanson). You see why the fact that you, one person, did vote for that guy, doesn't prove that he won the election? [...] "Mr. Newerfanson" won the election.


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o_O


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In general, I do enjoy debates--but I don't enjoy being flamed, no. Nor do I enjoy wasting time when I have tons of PMs I need to reply to and top secret reference projects to work on and all that responding to things that could have been cleared up with more thought before posting, heh. Debates can still get tedious when it seems (please note "seems"!) that a few people refuse to approach them with an open mind.


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<_<
>_>
<_>


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I didn't even spell "the" right.


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Lol. I never said I'm always right! Yeesh, what do I have to do to convince you guys I don't think that? Purposefully take wrong positions or something?


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Guess what? I could draw before I learned to write, but does that mean I should get all huffy and insulted at the fact that not everybody shares my particular talent? This is just absurd, isn't it? Did you honestly think that everybody has the same talents and gains proficiency at the same time?



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When someone much older than you was a kid, LEGO was wooden toys. [fogie teeth voice]"These newfangled plastic things are insulting! As if there isn't money to be made in good old fashioned woodblock toys!"[/fogie teeth voice]


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Can we sing kumbaya yet? Sing it! Koooooooo----oom---bah-----yaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

Or something... Sing it! You don't even have to agree with me! Just sing it anyways, maaan!

Sing!


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Your mistake is that you are thinking in terms of a simplistic "formula" of strength, and thinking that can be used to predict everything. It can't--every situation is different, and sometimes a weak Matoran might catch a glimpse of a passing Rahkshi while a powerful "Toa Ultimaultrasuper" might get blasted to bits when the same Rahkshi actually attacks. You need to be realistic--think in terms of the situation. Stories are based on that--they are a "game of seconds and inches" where dangers both big and small can occur to both powerful and weak people, and how you perform depends on your brains and the time you have to prepare more than your actual power level.


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Why did the entirely robotic Bohrok need teeth? Someone explain how that is okay but teeth in Piraka isn't?


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Phew. Now, to post, and see if I maxed the text limit out.

Yabo! Hahaha!

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Thanks X. Thanks D. Thanks X and D. XD


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I lazy.


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You can make any innovation look bad if you point to the non-innovative ways (the old "normal" ways) and claim they must be followed blindly.


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But what I don't get about it is -- why the apparent desire to kill characters off for no reason? In real life you meet tons of people who you will never meet again, and they're not dead. Is that to you a problem? I don't get it -- you'd go insane if you tried to stay in touch with every random old lady that said hi when you were walking the dog...


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Yes, my post in this topic is product placement. So sue me.


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In addition, high gravity affects spacetime on a fundamental level, slowing time down and bending the spatial brane. Not to be confused with the spacious brain.


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It would create a field of electrogravimetry that would pull all nearby matter in and then make it explode. The explosion cloud would take the form of an anchovy.


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There's only a slim chance that we exist.


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I love taking myself out of context.


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I think it's admirable to be careful not to offend people where it makes sense. But at some point, you have to be willing to stand up for yourself and be confident enough that if someone comes at you with an unreasonable accusation, you don't take it.


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I think aliens invaded already and have fooled us into thinking they are mere animals who "meow".


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Good stories aren't puppet shows. They are tales of life, with realistic characters -- people -- living out their lives, with really minimal "guiding" by the author.


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Oh goody, a complainer to blast to oblivion.


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To begin with, I disagree strongly with pretending it is "killing off", rather than a serious story being told, with serious themes and life in the story. Characters aren't "killed off". They die.

I find this term somewhat offensive, because it implies the writer kills the character like a TV show host telling a contestant to leave. This is not a game show. It is the events of the storyline that kill the character. That term is merely a psychological shield to avoid the emotion of the moment in the story. IMO, that's a kind of immaturity.


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Um.


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You can't always get what you want "now now now". Your logic makes no sense -- if you want to know what's in the books, that means you support the books' existence. Yet you apparently want spoilers to go up the day it's out, so in the countries where it is bought, people could just read the spoilers and not buy the book, risking its sales going down and the books ending, and thus no more spoilers for you to read!


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Truth = Truth. And nothing else.


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I had spammed ten thousand times.


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A good comedy is a development, like a story, not a punchline. You start with a situation, and it goes in unexpected, funny ways, which leads into other twists, to a conclusion that often can be more serious than funny, avoiding random cliches and developing enough logic that it doesn't feel like you slapped random nonsense down. Comedies Forum has this bad rap of having a lot of Unfunny Stuff -- I think it's the temptation to write short punchlines drawing on typical one-liner cliches that causes this. The 300 word rule is a good basic start to avoiding that problem.


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Dude. My voting precint is a "23". ph34r.gif


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And what people are saying about randomosity is true -- I hope that it's not surprising that as a logician, I understand how to be funny (though I won't try in this post ). Logic isn't for Spock who refuses to smile -- you actually need logic in your comedy to make it funny. In my experience, a balance of logic and random nonsense helps -- even logic OF the random nonsense.


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I highly recommendate it.


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Another mistake a lot of people make is thinking a comedy must be 100% funny -- reality is that that tends to just overwhelm the reader and come off more as spam. If you look at my Survurlode interviews, for example, there is always at least one serious theme that the whole work revolves around. The serious aspects support the humorous, and vice versa.


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*strongly approves of the use of the term "bionical"*


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Well, my observation has always been the opposite -- more established official facts inspires MORE fan imagination -- at least with imaginative official facts. It was really only once the "gappists" starting complaining, in my observation as a 2003+ member here, about "tons of official facts" that I saw the fanfiction community here really explode with creativity.

Think about it -- imagination feuls imagination. Less imagination doesn't -- it starves imagination.

Search My Blog

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How much wood would a woodwood wood if a woodwood would would wood?


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But my point related to that isn't that I literally think it should be FULLY sun-sized. I'm just saying, there's a whole range, from a little larger than Earth, to a LOT larger, to a TONTONZILLION larger, and it's all possible if the story team just feels like it.


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*imagines massive asteriod pulling out a pirate's telescope lol*


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GD is NOT for storyline-only discussion. That discussion belongs in S&T.


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S&T policies are designed for good reasons, tried, tested, and they work.


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Sure I'm sure -- it's Bionicle. Anything's possible.


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I never understand these claims -- how do you know what "proportionate" is for that character? He's a fictional character, made out of plastic LEGO parts.

So why get annoyed at it? When you look at a giraffe, do you get annoyed? It makes no sense to me to do so.

Besides, you're setting yourself up for it. Nobody ever told you these characters were supposed to be exactly human.

If you look at an ape, would you say it's done wrong, just because it resembles a human?


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I plan not to, but I guess if the site shut down I'd kinda have to, wouldn't I?


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...they usually give their jokes when they have the upper hand at the moment, though, or when they've just run into a frustrating difficulty that's not immediately dangerous, which are realistic IMO. When they're in immediate danger, I am not aware that they pause to crack jokes.


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I strongly disagree -- everybody capitalizes their name. It's cliche.

(I do not capitalize because 1) I hate being cliche, and 2) it is symbolic of humility.)


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I knew you'd say that.


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Seriously though, obviously the focus groups like silver, guys -- there's no mystery, those of you portraying it as odd that LEGO keeps using the color. This is how personal taste works -- it differs, and you're gonna find yourself in the minority sometimes. Best get used to it -- that's life.


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*lets self dp*


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I'm not a soldier, but I know that keeping your sense of humor alive even in dangerous or serious situations can be a huge boon to keeping your sanity.

He who forgets how to laugh forgets how to live.


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I heart silver. My favorite metallic. If I had my way, gold would be considered lesser than silver.


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The red eye thing is the closest thing you have to evidence, but I could argue that Berix is the traitor for spending time away from the villages, or Ackar is the traitor because his name sounds like Admiral Ackbar and there was a traitor in Star Wars called Darth Vader.


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Ultimately it comes down to this for me -- YOU choose to dissapointed or miserable.

If you expected the universe to be perfect, that was your choice, and really not very sensible of you.


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If I as a writer were to try to appeal to the attitude you express in your post, I would feel like I am constantly walking on eggshells. Everytime I had a cool idea how to use a character, or more importantly logic told me the character naturally would be involved in something, I would have to worry about whether I shouldn't do it as it might offend someone.

That's a miserable way to write, and I wouldn't wish that on the story team, myself, or anyone.


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But one thing. Everyone expects something when they do something.


Very true. For example, when I posted the above post, I expected somebody to reward me with this point, giving me an excuse to discuss it in a separate post so as to give it better focus.


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Therefore, the more "things to expect" from a "donation or whatever the heck you want to call it", the more likely we get mooooolaaaaaaaa. Therefore good.

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I don't see what the anology has to do with this. "Chevys" (or "Chevies") makes sense. Like "Keets" or Morby or my personal favorite for Makuta -- Terry Mack. "Biological Chronicles" referring to beings makes no sense. And as I typed this, a Chevy ad came on TV. They called it "Chevy." Seriously, exact same time.


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Oh my, you're completely irrelevant metaphor makes you look sooo intelligent.


This is obviously getting out of hand, so I guess I have to close it. Also, you failed to answer my question. When a moderator asks you a question, answer it. Capisce? wink.gif

Please do not attack people like that. That is flaming, or at best trolling, both of which are not allowed.


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What does a premier member buy?

1) YOUR right to be on here for free.

2) Their right to be on here.

3) PM perks, like poll-making, blogs, etc.

4) Proto.

No matter how you slice it, sending in that money is NOT just buying proto. Even if proto is all they want, they're still buying YOUR right to be on here for free. Yall should be grateful.

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