1. If the world was in danger and you were elected to save it by a bunch of people that have never met you, would you resign, save the world, or help the world on its way to destruction?
There's a signpost with directions on it. Towards the North is Destruction. From the south is wherever you happen to have came from. To the East is a place so rumoured to exist it actually doesn't exist, and all who enter disappear forever. To the west, there is nothing of note but a portal to a universe where green scaly amphibians wearing gold armour rule with fists composed of mainly iron, as they severe their hands and get them replaced with cybernetic hands for advanced shoot-lasers-out-fingertips technology. Which way do you go?
After aeons of existence, the Earth ends up cloning itself, accidentally removing Mars from existence in the process. This new Earth will destroy us all if we don't give it everything that happens to be green. You happen to be green for some reason. What happens?
Some idiot in a blog asks you a few inane questions. How do you respond to this?
You come to wherever you live to find thousands of Protectors of [ELEMENT] on the floor, fully animated and aware of their surroundings, capable of using their weapons. They demand that you free them. You realise that living BIONICLE sets are absurd and tell them this. How do you survive the oncoming onslaught?
You've taken apart a BIONICLE set. At night, you are haunted by the ghost of the BIONICLE set you have taken apart. How do you get rid of bonkle ghosts?
This is not a question?
HERO Factory: Builds Heroes... or ZEROES?
If the island of Mata Nui was above Mata Nui's head, does that mean Mount Valmai erupted whenever Mata Nui sneezed? (Lava through what is basically your nose must be painful...)
Do you think wearing an Island of Mata Nui over your face will ever be a popular fashion thing?
Gathered Blog-Entry-Readers, listen to our legend of the Inane Questions. In the time during whenever this blog entry was posted, the Inane Question Asker typed up a blog entry, boring we, the ones called the Blog-Entry-Readers, to death and perhaps beyond. We were effectively dead and without good questions, so the Inane Question Asker bored us with Numerous Inane Questions: One, Two, Three, And So On. We moaned at these questions, and in apathy, we did absolutely nothing, except sometimes answering questions anyway. Our state of being bored by inane questions was to last, for the Inane Question Asker continued to ask questions, casting a spell over the Blog-Entry-Readers, who were forever bored. The Inane Question Asker was free to ask questions... and ask questions, he did...
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