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One Last Prelude

Posted by Pahrak of Roxtus in Mt. Coronet, Sep 21 2017 · 8 views
game advert, Olkir

I got an itch to start up a new game, and after discarding a bunch of half-ideas, I realized this could actually be a great chance to get more people interested in Olkir.

Hence, Olkir Tournament! Not a very creative name, I know. You’ll use the mechanics detailed in the topic to create your own weapon and ability, and then I’ll start randomly matching you up with other players to fight. You have to PM me a strategy each round, similar to the old Technic Coliseum, and see if you can outwit your opponent. Whoever accumulates a certain number of wins is named the champion!

Come play if you want! These are the same mechanics I’m planning to use in the eventual epic, subject some minor alterations of course, so this would be a great chance to see what you’ll be in for if you were considering guest starring. Sort of an open beta for guest stars, if you will. I plan to open the actual submissions for the epic around the time this game finishes, so please look forward to that!

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guess who's back

Posted by Finch in Alrest, Sep 20 2017 · 26 views

it's your girl

the one that screams about xb2 nonstop and little else. and the only reason i'm back is to scream about xb2 and play games. did you guys know i'm excited for xenoblade 2? i don't think you guys knew. i preordered the special edition already and there is no way xb2 will disappoint me.

xbx didn't disappoint me when it disappointed a lot of fans of the original. it'd be a horrifying miracle if monolith somehow makes xb2 a bad game, considering i've loved nearly everything shown so far.

...nearly.

granted i just don't like pyra's outfit or rex's pants and that's it.

anyways yeah hi i'm here i'm still a girl and you can't stop me.

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BZPBM Epilogue: One Story's End

Posted by Trijhak in I Have No Idea, Sep 20 2017 · 64 views
BZPBM, Epilogue, Archive

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EPILOGUE

ONE STORY’S END



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Othello minus the t

Posted by Jean Valjean in Kraggh's Works ♫♪, Sep 19 2017 · 49 views

:kaukau: Is "O hello."

A Shakespearean adaptation brought to you by and starring Tommy Wisseau.

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I Renewed My Adobe License For This

Posted by Ta-metru_defender in TMD's Creatively Named Blog, Sep 18 2017 · 53 views

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Well, that and I need Premiere to do Reviews for this website.

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A Thirty Fifth Random Question

Posted by Toa Smoke Monster in The Island., Sep 18 2017 · 50 views
35th, Random Questions

What is your favorite song covered by a band and/or singer who didn't originally sing it? (AKA a cover song)

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Posted by SwagtronYOLO in Designated Tekulo Crying Corner ♡, Sep 17 2017 · 74 views

Turn and face the strAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I GOT A JOB IN WASHINGTON AS A PASTRY CHEF AND I ACCEPTED IT AND NOW I HAVE TO APARTMENT HUNT AND FIND A PLACE TO LIVE WITHIN A MONTH AND THIS IS REAL ACTUAL ADULT STUFF THAT MY EDUCATION AND LIFE EXPERIENCES DID NOT PREPARE ME FOR.

WHAT IS? HOW DO?

But, like, everyone at work keeps telling me finding a place is the easy part and that I'll be fine and that is reassuring.

@w@

This is gonna be fuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.

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Elves on Netflix

Posted by xccj in Team J.A.F., Sep 13 2017 · 94 views

So I just watched the Lego Elves series on Netflix. I've seen the previous two seasons (episodes, they didn't really last that long) and while it was a decent story, the animation always seems a bit off, and the voice cast wasn't always the best. Well, the voice cast stayed the same for the most part, but either they got better or I just got used to it. The animation, however, is way better; you can definitely feel the Voltron / Avatar vibe to it. I was expecting the elemental uses to be a bit more of the martial arts style of Avatar, and while there were a few instances of that, they kind of did their own thing, which works. (And maybe a bit more like Bionicle... I mean twice they did "combine powers for the ultimate power" kind of thing.)

The story was a bit more kiddy than I'd prefer, but I recognize that I am perhaps not in the target audience for it, so that I can overlook. The characters got a lot more time to shine (and Farran's awkwardness was one of my favorite parts) and the story had a nice positive message to it, so that was very nice. Plus, most of the playsets got some screen time and were easily recognizable. (And there were even a few bits involving the characters building something, to go along with the Lego theme... even a hilarious bit where they build something upside-down.) Plus, there were plenty of callbacks to the previous episodes to better connect the world, like the treehouse and dragons and such. (Sadly, one of the characters who didn't return was Ragana, the evil elf from last year. Don't know how they could've fit her in, but some sort of reference or quick scene might've been nice.)

But the very best part was how they threw in random bricks in with all the fantastic scenery. Like, they're walking through the forest and there are just rock bricks scattered on the ground and stuff. It wasn't calling attention out to itself, but it didn't look out of place either and was a great connection to the Lego sets.

Anyway, it was an enjoyable series. Maybe not as good as some of the Ninjago seasons IMO, but better than Legends of Chima, with an artwork style that will appear to non Lego fans but enough tributes to the construction sets to entice the set's fans. All I know is that I have to pick up a few more of this year's Elves sets.

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Flags!

Posted by Bfahome in You're attacked by a Repair Nektann, Sep 11 2017 · 81 views

Flags! Eventually!

Seems there's a fancy new part coming out soon. 1x2 place with hollow studs and rounded corners. Along with all the other neat things it could be used for, one thing I want to see it used for is some kind of flag or banner material. From what little I know of the techniques, most "curve" builds use a mix of 1x3 plates and 1x1 round plates or some staggered arrangement of 1x2s and 1x1 rounds. But the new piece looks like it could maybe provide a much simpler, better-looking, and more stable way of doing that. I'm sure it'll be good for other compact curve uses too, like cylindrical shapes.

Just want to get this thought out there.

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I'm Getting There

Posted by Kagome in Wind's Weblog, Sep 11 2017 · 157 views

There will be a day where I will not succumb to self-effacing urges during a depressive breakdown, promise.

So let's see:

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I'm cute, so bi, so trans, still part of Thunderfury, all that.
Dang, I can't believe it will have been two years since I started HRT in November.

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Final Boss

Posted by Primus in Prime Time, Sep 11 2017 · 40 views

Built some competition for an old MOC of mine. Topic to come later today.

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Ideas for a Broken Lhikan Greatsword Axle?

Posted by Illuminatus in The Minimalist, Sep 10 2017 · 52 views

So just a few hours ago I got what I thought was a great deal on Toa Lhikan and Kikanalo: about $25 in local currency for a seemingly complete set; no box or instructions included. When disassembling the set and doing a piece count, I found a few were missing and several others were in the wrong color. All in all, nothing I wasn't prepared for (these are typical issues when buying from "normies"); I've already ordered the instructions from a US seller and all the necessary pieces from a UK seller. By my current estimations, the extra total shouldn't be more than about $15.

Now the bit that I wasn't prepared for was the fact that Lhikan's Greatswords apparently have very fragile and breakable axles. Upon close inspection of the pieces, I realized one of the axles was glued to the actual sword and when I poked at it it came off with barely any effort; needless to say I'm rather disappointed with the seller, but I've decided to let it go. Here's the issue: Lhikan Greatswords cost a lot on BrickLink, precisely because of their breakability. So I've decided that I'll go ahead and try to mend broken fences, i.e. axles.

My idea right now is to basically even the surface out of both the sword and the axle and then glue them together at as perfect an angle as I can manage. First I'll need to fill in the small crater on the sword with glue or plastic, then file it to produce an even surface. Then I'll file the broken surface of the axle. Then I'll glue the two.

What do you guys think? Yea or nay? Any better ideas? Have any of you gotten a broken piece like that and how did you deal with it?

Perhaps I should get a cheap piece in the same pearl light gray (I think?) color, melt it somehow and use that instead of glue?

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SHADOW

Posted by Stark in Great Games, Sep 09 2017 · 83 views

from
VOLTEX
and
ONAKU

SHADOW

-327 AE: The Western Wall-

-AHKMOU UMRIK-

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He awoke to the sound of silence. It was a silence of an absolute nature, blanketing everything around him with an alien sense of quiet and calm that did not belong. The ground around him was covered with blood and muck, littered with the fallen corpses of Protectors. A hundred yards away, he could just barely make out the crumbling ruins of what had been the Western Wall, a formerly impenetrable defence that had stood between the Regions of Earth and Fire for hundreds of years, undefeated and unbroken, until now.

Dawn was slowly breaking on the horizon, but even still, the sky was still dark, and the air still freezing cold from the crushing presence of Kulta, the Skull Grinder. Somewhere deep inside, he knew that the corpses littered around him had been moving, walking and stumbling mindlessly along, only hours before. But something – or someone – had stopped them. In his heart of hearts, he knew that Kulta had fallen, her Undead Army eradicated. The Faith of the Skulls had undoubtedly been crushed.

Spitefully, he hoped that Lord Toru Sevoi and General Quin Galum were among the fallen. After all, it was they who had abandoned him. He felt his blood beginning to boil, as feelings of frustration, rage, and betrayal washed over him.

He had been left behind, and forgotten. It was clear that nobody had felt the need to see if he was actually dead. He hadn’t been worth the time. Then again, they never were, he and other Protectors from the minor houses. House Petros, House Maran, House Raqmu, House Aodh… those houses, and others like them – the so-called Great Houses of Okoto – made history day after day, crushing all others under their heels. Of the smaller houses, he knew of only one that had ever managed to rise up above their station. But House Ash had paid dearly for that privilege in blood, nearly been exterminated, and he doubted anyone else would feel it worth that effort.

A fist slammed into the dirt, splashing mud everywhere. He closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. He needed to calm down.

Beneath him, the earth shuddered.

His eyes flew open again, fear and adrenaline racing through him. Something stirred nearby, and before his horrified eyes, one of the corpses slowly stirred, moaning deliriously. He watched, paralyzed, as it turned away from the Western Wall, stumbling further into the Earth Region. He remained absolutely still, praying it would not notice him. But then he heard more inhuman moans, and all around him, more corpses shifted and sttirred, and panic began to fill him.

Rollor save me.

Unable to help himself, he pushed himself to his feet with trembling hands. Some of the corpses turned, staggering towards him, and he stumbled away. He opened his mouth to cry out, but the sound caught in his throat, and he spun in place, sprinting away from the Wall, away from the Undead.

He raced through the barren wasteland of the Earth Region for hours, and then for days. Every so often he would stop and make camp, rest for as long as he could force himself to remain still, but always, inevitably, he would be forced back on the move by the arrival of the Undead. Not just Protectors, either, but other creatures, other monsters, corrupted by Kulta and the dark energy that had powered her. The Earth Region, home to the Skull Warriors and their master for so long, had become a breeding ground for those creatures that belonged in Okoto’s worst nightmares.

Hunted and surrounded, he eventually fled the only place he could – underground. Deep within the heart of an old, empty earth city, left abandoned and burned after the rebellion decades before and never again re-populated, he found an entrance into the ancient mining caves. He fled into them, hunted by Skull Warriors and Undead and other nightmarish creatures, and still, he could not rest. So he fled deeper and deeper, into the massive caverns below the Earth Region’s surface. Deeper still, into the chasms, and the unimaginably ancient catacombs, older than even the Mask Makers. Surrounded by the cold, suffocating presence of dark energy, choking on it and his own fear.

Still, he fled deeper, and deeper still, deeper than any Protector had ever dared to walk before. Deeper than even the Mask Makers had ever ventured, to a place where even the Titans had avoided since a time before recorded time, where he found an ancient, heavy stone gateway. Left alone and untouched for a thousand years recorded and a thousand years untold, with symbols of a language so old that even Kulta and Umarak would no longer remember it.

It is open.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows that it should be closed. A barrier of shimmering energy covers the opening, but it is weak, and fracturing, and he is able to push past it, when he knows that it should render him into a hundred, a thousand, a million different pieces. The barrier feels warm, and light, and cleansing, but then he is across it, and the dark presence is back, even stronger, more powerful, and more threatening than before.

The cave on the other side of the gateway and the barrier is lit with torches that burn with an otherworldly white fire, but they do little to light it up. He takes one step in, and then two, and then three, and then he feels it. Something, or someone, in there with him. A presence behind him.

He turns, trembling and shivering, his legs threatening to give way beneath him, and finds himself staring at a towering figure, clad in pitch black armor and wearing an alien black mask. He can make out a single red eye behind the mask, silently inquiring and loathing at the same time, and he suddenly knows. That whoever this is, they are older than Kulta, stronger than Kulta, more dangerous than Kulta. That Kulta was, in fact, only a pale imitation of this being, this dark shadow given physical form, and that he has found Okoto’s greatest threat, imprisoned for an eternity.

And the prison is failing.

He feels a flicker across his thoughts, feather-light, and knows that his mind has been read like an open book. His entire life is now in this monstrous figure’s hands, and they know him better than he knows himself.

“Ahkmou Umrik,” the being says, in a voice that is melodious and strong and ancient beyond belief. “Are you afraid?”

He does not speak, but he does not need to. He is quivering, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, and his voice will not work. It cannot. Not now. He is paralyzed, and knows that to this being, he is less than an insect.

“Your island’s Age of War is finished, and the pale shadow of the Great Ata dead,” the being says. “The Titans are scattered, and soon, I shall be freed. You will help me, Ahkmou Umrik. You will prepare Okoto for its true destiny, for its lord and destroyer. You will prepare it for the Great War that is still to come, before Okoto’s time runs out.”


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EVERYTHING BEFORE WAS JUST PRELUDE.


The Great Game returns October 6th.



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One month later: Brickfair retrospective

Posted by DeeVee in What You Want is Now, Sep 06 2017 · 116 views
Brickfair

It was okay.

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hey gamers

Posted by Rodimus in The Lost Light Insider, Sep 06 2017 · 78 views

whats up

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Overwatch

Posted by Angel Beat in ~ Canterlot's Sparkling Jewel ~, Sep 06 2017 · 74 views

For those who want to check, my stats are here.

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I Do Need Vacaciones

Posted by Vorahk1Panrahk2 in V1P2's Blog, Sep 05 2017 · 60 views
General Life Stuff

Living away from your loved ones and having limited communications with them can take a huge toll on you. So can going months with hardly a good night's sleep, ridiculous heat, and speaking a language you aren't comfortable with. So after almost a year abroad I am taking my first vacation back home, about a week and a half. And man oh man has it been a wonderful experience so far.

In addition to just spending basic quality time with my family and girlfriend, I've been eating all the food I've missed (good homemade soup! good breakfasts!), and taken some outings I went to San Francisco comic con with my girlfriend the other day and saw Cary Elwes and Renne O'Conner, and left with a Rapunzel print that I'd like to get on my wall. I enjoyed the convention, though I was really disappointed that so many of the vendors at the event were, lets be blunt here, scalpers. I don't know enough about the Pop Vinyl market to tell you if those prices were reasonable, but I do know that there's no reason whatsoever to be selling LEGO blind bag minifigures for $8.00 a bag. Disgusting.

I'm also catching up on movies! Or trying. Watched Assassin's Creed, Moana, and Wind River, and am hoping to watch Alien: Covenant and Arrival before leaving. And I am going to see the theatrical re-release of Close Encounters of the Third Kind today so that should be fun.

Basically, I'm trying to jam pack my schedule with everything, though I already know I'm not going to succeed. I won't go to all the restaurants I want to go to, I probably won't get to go hiking (we are experiencing a heat wave with temperatures up to 110-111 and no one wants to hike in that), and I won't get to see all the people I want to see. Still, I think I am getting all the possible potential out of this break. I will be coming home again for Christmas, and from a mental standpoint it will help me get through the next few months knowing another vacation is coming up soon and not 11 1/2 months from now.

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Top Ten Best Minifigs of All Time (Updated!)

Posted by Nathan Evo in Dr. Evo's Miracle Diet, Sep 03 2017 · 112 views

So a few years ago, I wrote a blog entry detailing the ten minifigs I felt were the personal best ever made by LEGO. Since then, however, there have been a few new minifigs I felt were worthy of making the list. As such, I've decided to make an updated list.

1. SPACE PIMP

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2. Shaquille O'Neal

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3. Lumpy Space Princess

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...yeah I lied there's only three everyone go home

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BZPMN - A Teaser

Posted by Nato the Not-Great Spirit in The Chronicles of Nato, Aug 29 2017 · 154 views
BZPower, Mata Nui, BZMPN and 2 more...

BZPMN - A Teaser Dark forces are at work on the island of Mata Nui. Miners and explorers are vanishing all across the island, and sightings abound of strange insectoid creatures lurking in the underground. There are rumours about rusted, whispering masks being discovered in isolated corners of the continent, and enchanted Kolhii balls washing up on forgotten shores.

Perhaps Makuta isn't quite as dead as everyone once thought.

Suffice to say, bad things are coming.



Ko-Wahi, Mount Ihu Summit (Two Weeks Ago)

Turaga Nuju died screaming.

Or, to be more accurate, he died making a shrill, strained whistling sound not dissimilar to that of a distressed Gukko bird. This sound broke off in an echoing crunch as his flailing, falling body finally struck the bottom of the ravine he’d just been pushed into.

“What…” Matoro stammered, staring dumbstruck at the familiar being responsible for Nuju’s abrupt departure from the realm of the living, “…why?”

“Why?” The other Matoran scoffed, taking a few steps away from the ravine edge, “Because your precious principle of peace is overrated. Because he was leading our people to stagnation and isolation. Because he was too weak to stop me. Because you were both stupid enough to agree to this meeting.”

“Wha- what are you going to do to me?” Matoro whimpered, clawing at the flimsy bone knife strapped to his thigh. He finally managed to pull it free, and brandished it before him with his shaking hands.

“What do you think I’m doing to do?” The other Matoran chuckled, withdrawing a compact crossbow from within the folds of his furred coat. “Are you afraid I’m going to kill you?”

“Ye-yes.” Matoro looked to be on the verge of sobbing now.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the killer said gently, momentarily lowering his weapon, “But I’m still going to kill you.” Quick as a Doom Viper, he whipped his crossbow back up, and fired.

Unlike his Turaga, Matoro didn’t even get to scream. The barbed bolt that lodged itself in his throat made sure of that.


Onu-Wahi, Southern Mine Extension (Eleven Days Ago)

“I’m not getting paid enough for this,” Mavrah whined, as he continued hacking away at the rockface before him with his pickaxe.
Well, the pickaxe wasn’t his, per se. It had come with the job, and, just like the job in question, it was absolutely terrible. The useless tool broke off pieces of itself almost as often as it managed to chip chunks off of the rock wall.

“None of us are,” snapped back the grizzled Onu-Matoran next to him, “You don’t earn the right to complain about it until you’ve been down here a few decades longer, boy.”

“Pffft, I don’t think so,” Mavrah abandoned his pickaxe, and rounded on the older miner, “I’m getting out of here as soon as I make enough money to buy an Ussal.”

“And what are you going to do with a crab?” the old miner scoffed, “Animals aint cheap.”

“I know. But an Ussal gives me freedom. To travel, to explore. The island’s changed so much over the years, but no one’s made much effort to document those changes.”

“That’s because no one cares,” the miner guffawed, “Now pick up your axe and get back to work.”

Mavrah glowered at him a moment longer, then bent to pick up the dropped pickaxe. Ever though it had landed right by his feet, it still took him a few moments of fumbling to find it again. This was a natural tunnel that the miners had only recently burrowed down into. It was deep, and mostly unexplored, and as such, the lightstones that were normally strung up in the mining areas were few and far between in this new section. He and the old man had come across a promising-looking vein of ore while exploring, and decided to make a head start on digging it up. They only had one lightstone between them, and it seemed to grow dimmer the deeper they went.

He heard a gravelly rustling behind him, followed by a gasp of surprise and a sort of wet crunching sound. The yellow-white glow of the lightstone on the floor behind him shifted to a grisly red. Mavrah turned around slowly, and what he saw was something that would have terrified his nightmares.

The old miner – what was left of him, at least – was gripped in the pincers of a hunched, chitinous being, more and more of his twitching form being gradually shoved into the monster’s multi-jawed gullet. As Mavrah moved, however, the creature released its meal, and focused its narrow, beady eyes on him.

Mavrah screamed. The creature lunged.

His body was never found.


Ta-Wahi, North Mine Entrance (Eight Days Ago)

“You’re going to have to run that by me again,” Takua said, his patient tone contrasting harshly with his growing inward frustration. He was the Chronicler, one of the few Matoran on the island who could still travel free and unhampered through every village on the island, and here he was stuck in some backwater clearing in Ta-Wahi, listening to a grumpy – and quite possibly inebriated – miner boss, who was whining about a supposed ‘monster’ scaring away his workers.

“What part aint you understandin’?” The Ta-Matoran burped, “Three o’ me workers quit yesterday. There’s somethin’ down there, I’m tellin’ ya!”

“And what did this ‘something’ look like?” Takua pressed, “You need to give me something to go on beyond ‘big’ and ‘scary’, otherwise no one’s going to believe your story.”

“They’ll defin’ly believe it if you’re the one tellin’ it.”

“That may be so, but I don’t believe your story right now, either. You need to convince me to convince everyone else.”

“I dun’t get it,” the drunkard frowned, “You think I’m lyin’ to you?”

“No, I think that you think that there’s something down there… which doesn’t mean that there’s actually something down there. Belief doesn’t equal fact. You need to give me proof.”

“If my word aint good enough for ya, then there’s nothin’ else I can do.”

Takua sighed loudly. “Which way is the mine?”

It was the last question he ever asked.


Po-Koro, Dark Alleyway (Three Days Ago)

Ahkmou was dying. He was slumped against a wall in a desolate backstreet. A spiked dagger was buried up to the hilt in the centre of his chest. Blood was seeping into his lungs. This was the end.

He hadn’t expected to die like this. In truth, he hadn’t expected to die at all. He was protected, shielded from age and injury. Or so he’d thought.

“I’ll take that,” his assailant bent down to pry a gleaming black object from his clenched hands. It was a Comet, one of the cursed Kolhii balls that Makuta had used to spread a terrible plague through Po-Koro almost one hundred years ago. It was, as far as Ahkmou knew, the only vestige of Makuta’s power left on the island, and somehow, it had kept him safe and ageless for all these long years he’d spent in hiding.

He coughed up a mouthful of red. “How did you find me?”

“You’re not the only one with Makuta’s blessing,” it was a woman’s voice, “He thanks you for your past service, by the way.”

His response came out in a breathless wheeze. “Why?”

“Because you stopped serving, Ahkmou. You hid yourself away, and exploited Makuta’s gifts to prolong your own miserable existence.” She slipped Ahkmou’s Comet into a pouch tied to her belt, and smiled coldly at him. “You squandered the blessings he bestowed upon you, so I’m taking them away from you. Along with your life.”

“Wh- who… are…”

“Who am I?” She purred, leaning in close to give the handle of her dagger a sharp twist, “I guess you can think of me as your… replacement.” Without warning, she ripped the dagger free. It was a cruel weapon, hewn of shimmery black metal, and covered in thorn-like edges. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ahkmou. Goodbye.”

The Po-Matoran was too dead to compose a reply.


Ga-Koro, Docks (Present Day)

Tuyet stepped off the ferry and made her way into Ga-Koro, unable to hide the growing smile on her face. Makuta was pleased. Everything was progressing as planned.

It was good to be home.

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RULES OF PRIMALS

Posted by Xaeraz in Tim Mcgraw's What if? TRUCKS: fates, Aug 27 2017 · 55 views

Susano is, so far, the absolute best primal in all of FFXIV. Thordan's close but Susano is, just.

REJOICE.



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