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IC: Knichou, Dume's office Knichou had let the Toa handle the assassin - everything happened so fast he barely had time to pull out his lightstone rifle before they neutralized the dark hunter. The former Nynrah Ghost watched the sixth disk arrive and Dume lay out his plan. Knichou was never quite sure what Dume would do with the great disks but increase his own power, but everything made sense now. Nuparu had his reservations about the machine's power, which Knichou shared, but knowing Dume's plan... Knichou could do it. Knichou could end the war before it even happened. Knichou's inaction now would seal the fate of everyone in the universe, living and dead. Knichou could save those he failed to protect. Knichou had to speak up. "Dume, I am the only one who knows how to repair Nuparu's machine. If this is truly our only option, sacrificing one life and all of our memories made during the war to save all of those who have been lost, then I will do what I must."

IC: Takadox "Who was that? Are you with a woman right now?" IC: Reliable Narrator | Cortex Ostrox explored the tight interweaving corridors of organic material as he rushed to escape the main room where Mazor and Irna were locked in debate with something certainly claiming to be Mata-Nui. With his eyes on the surroundings, he did his best to take in what he could see and imagined something greater from it. He stood in a corridor that felt like walking inside a vein or a folded room of meat. The surface was grey, bulbous, and responded to a soft push by absorbing folding around his hand. Everywhere was slick, and the miasma floated throughout, rolling in eerie green clouds. A couple of silvery bohrok, strange and alien to the Southerner who’d never seen such a creature before, rolled past. They ignored him completely, focusing instead to direct their attention toward the hole he’d crawled out of. The two of them went about repairing the damage with some form of, Ostrox assumed, spit or webbing from their mouths. Before long, Ostrox found himself in the dark, except for the thin trickle of glowing silver protodermis down the middle of the floor in its depressed channel. The corridor smelled rancid. It felt far too humid. And everywhere was the sound of blood pumping. He thought about the situation. Drinking whatever trickled on the floor of the rancid smelling corridor would probably prove fatal, and after walking down the corridor for a while it didn't seem like the flowing liquid led anywhere specific. Rather, it seemed like it eventually drained back into pores in the floor to be secreted from the ceiling and walls. At least, that was Ostrox's guess. Remembering back, he'd heard Nuju call this place the Cortex. Wasn't the cortex responsible for voluntary motor function? If the cortex smelled rancid, was it dead? The bohrok creatures seemed content to continue repairing it in whatever state of life or death it was in, but perhaps there was more to the story. And besides, if this was actually a Cortex, did that mean there was more? @Toru Nui

IC Stannis & Leklo | Coliseum "No time to waste, indeed," Stannis said as he came near Dume and bent down to help mend him as best he could. He would not be able to use his now-famous healing powers since he expended the Kanohi Haonga to keep all danger at bay for the time being, but what he lacked in healing magic he made up for with battle experience. His presence was patient, methodical even, as it seemed the whole world flowed at a different pace around Stannis. Anything he touched seemed important for something, everyone he surrounded himself with was destined to be someone, and his every action was part of some greater fate. In the midst of the storm Stannis was the eye. He touched Dume's leg, causing the elder to wince in pain and curse at it, then continued to take measure of the wounds with the care of a carver. "We've lost so much already," he continued, "the lifeblood of the city is being drained by the second. But why?" he said to nobody in particular, asking the answer to a riddle with a riddle of his own, but it meant different things to each person. To the people of action he referred to the loss of matoran life; to the scholars he referred to the purging of the Three Virtues by actions of the heathen and sinful; to the literalists he referred to the blood of Dume, who had been the sage master of Metru Nui for as long as any of them lived. But to Dume, and the apprehensive minds, it struck a different chord; Stannis was asking for a confession—not of guilt, but of intent. Leklo stirred from his side of the office, roused slightly by Sans' beckoning and Korruhn's encouraging. The ghosts he saw, those ghastly apparitions, gathered around the bodies of Stannis and Dume like the quivering wings of a dying Valkyr. These two men's hands were drenched in blood, but slowly the newly minted toa could see the difference in the ghosts. Whereas Stannis was swarmed by waves of beings from other lands, fierce and noble looking warriors and soldiers marked with scarves belonging to Barraki and the Dark Hunters alike, Dume's victims were more domestic, toa and matoran seemingly caught in a trap by none of their own devices. The one with a purple mask—or was it orange?—kept reappearing. Who is that? The display had become less frightening to Leklo as he unraveled the phenomenon gradually, and he had become more entranced by it than truly afraid. These were people already deceased, and they caused no trouble to him after all. It was the realization that even his heroes were killers somehow that gave him fear, not the ones they had somehow killed. "I will go with you, Sans," Leklo said at last, managing to tear his attention from the ghastly dance and towards his turaga mentor. "Ko-Metru is my home, too, and I will not let it fall to these invaders. Let's take the fight to them." "That's the spirit!" Korruhn whooped, relishing the opportunity to test his abilities in battle to save the realm he spent so long canvassing. "I'm all in." Stannis meanwhile continued to tend to Turaga Dume, and tapped at his wounds to seal them with a carefully woven layer of stone to stop the bleeding and fix the gaps in his armor, and where the injury was too deep he pushed the stone in like putty on a crack until it was flush again. It was not much, but it was the Wanderer's best attempt at prolonging the elder statesman's life. Truthfully, Stannis was unsure what he needed to do to accomplish his mission with his instincts and knowledge clashing inside. He knew Dume had done questionable things, yet did not know to what extent, and he realized that while Dume could be a part of the web of lies and corruption in Metru Nui the turaga remained one of the only figures capable of galvanizing the Matoran culture to rebuff the Six King's crusade. None other commanded the same level of respect and admiration, none other had as much sway with the hearts of Mata Nui's folk. And yet, something was wrong, Stannis could feel it deep in his bones. It it wasn't the new toa, and it wasn't Dume, not really. Was it the Great Disc, nearly fused to completion and in the hands of Atamai? Stannis wondered, but remained uncertain. What he knew was that Dume was guarding a secret dangerously close to his chest, its presence was too obvious for the Wanderer's intuition to miss. "Tell me the truth, old friend," the Wanderer said to Dume. "You have lived so long and hold more regrets than even I... so why do you fear failure in this task the most?" he asked.

(This post is a mirror of a post made on the official Wall of History blog, with a few changes to fit the forum format.) After hours upon hours of hard work, it’s finally here — the “Nuva Update,” as I call it. In this post, I’ll be going over the changes made to Wall of History in detail, as well as outlining where the site is going from here. For starters, the site has been redesigned from the ground up, allowing for aesthetic improvements (such as adding nice background images to some MNOG pages) as well as full mobile compatibility. The redesign of the site will also make the development of future updates much faster, as the HTML, CSS, and JavaScript utilized have been streamlined in key areas (which should also make the site load a tiny faster). The next major change is the introduction of the settings page, accessible by visiting the table of contents and clicking on the gear icon in the upper right corner. This page allows users to modify the ordering of the story content, as well as choose which items are and are not included. This customization feature was particularly difficult to test by myself, and as a result, it is still very much a work in progress. As such, I would very much appreciate any and all criticisms or suggestions users might have regarding it. Use of this customization tool is, of course, entirely optional. On a user’s first visit to the new Wall of History, the site will automatically set itself to use the default, recommended reading order, which includes most of the story content in an ordering that several fans had input on. Speaking of content… we’ve got new content! Several story items not previously on the site have finally been added, including, in release order: BIONICLE: Quest for the Masks Story Cards BIONICLE: Mask of Light — The Movie BIONICLE 2: Legends of Metru Nui BIONICLE 3: Web of Shadows “BIONICLE News Update” BIONICLE: Journey of Takanuva Takanuva’s Blog The Rising The Truth BIONICLE: Secret of Certavus BIONICLE: Desert of Danger BIONICLE: Challenge of Mata Nui Mata Nui’s Diary Guidebook content is also being added to Wall of History beginning with this update, and this is another area where user feedback would be appreciated. Currently, there are two guidebooks available in their entirety, which can be accessed by visiting the table of contents. I’ve also been experimenting with what I call “guidebook integration” — the inclusion of guidebook content in story pages, an example of which can be seen on this page. My current plan is for all the information from all the guidebooks to be integrated into story pages using similar modal boxes — once this process is completed, users would be able to click on the name of virtually any place, character, or object and learn more about them. As previously mentioned, though, this is a project I would appreciate user feedback on before going further with. Is this something people would like to see? Are there any better ways this could be implemented? If modals are fine, should they only be accessible the first time something is mentioned, or every time? If you have any thoughts, please share them with us below. This update also brings e-book downloads for all the BIONICLE novels, available on the pages for each series of novels, once again accessible from the table of contents. If there is significant user demand for them, and no issues arise with the e-books published today, e-book downloads of other story materials, such as the serials, will be made available in the future. Speaking of the future, I also said on Twitter that the Nuva Update would be accompanied by a rough timeline of planned future updates. So, without further ado… During Q2 2020, further improvements to the design and structure of Wall of History will be made, based on user input. For obvious reasons, the Nuva Update was difficult to test, and there may still be some kinks to work out. I also want to keep making the site look better, and this will be easier to do now that the CSS utilized has been simplified. During Q2 and Q3 2020, all guidebooks will be added to Wall of History and integrated into story pages (if the latter does prove to be something users would want). During Q2 and Q3 2020, I will attempt to make all the Game Boy Advance BIONICLE games playable on the site, using a JavaScript-based emulator. From Q2 2020 onwards, I will be adding higher-quality scans of all visual media to Wall of History. From Q3 2020 onwards, I will be working on Wall of History’s most ambitious project yet: converting Mata Nui: The Online Game from a Flash game to an HTML5 game, so future generations of BIONICLE fans can experience it the way it was meant to be. Should the aforementioned project prove successful, I would like to do the same with MNOG II: The Final Chronicle, probably around Q4 2020. I think that about covers it for now. For more information on future updates to Wall of History, be sure to follow our blog, follow our Twitter account, and join our Discord server.

IC: Knichou, Dume's office Knichou hesitated at Dume's offer. He was never in this for a reward, and in fact at the beginning of this journey held Toa in less high regard that he did now. Knichou was always one who believed that matoran could, should, and would be self-sufficient, capable of designing weapons and technology to protect them from the species with more physical and magical prowess than they had. Knichou had mastered many crafts with his matoran hands and had worked on projects Toa could only dream of accomplishing. His experiences as a Nynrah Ghost taught him self reliance and the industriousness required to survive alone in an unforgiving world, yet the past few days had taught him more than he ever was prepared to learn about the benefits of the teams Toa tended to form. Knichou wished he had more time to think about the decision (Ironic) but what won him over was the assessment of the current situation. This was the end times. In fact, for all they knew this was going to be the end of time itself. The next hours would decide the fate of everyone living and dead, and if Dume's plan was executed and the timeline was changed, depending on different theories of time travel Knichou would be a matoran again and forget any of this ever happened. So would it hurt to give it a try? To make these last few hours a bit more interesting, and give him a fighting chance in case the world really went to karz? In fact, this would let Knichou wield the power of time himself as Atamai assumed he wanted to. Then Knichou could complete the mission himself, no matter what else happened. After a noticeably long deliberation, Knichou grabbed a Toa stone. "Well, at the very least I'll get to see how well my equipment reacts to this..."

IC: Lhikan | Coliseum Prisons “Nidhiki lying would be his normal… No, I expected him to lie but… Nidhiki said he killed Tuyet too. He wouldn’t take the fall for me. He wasn’t in the room when she died.” Lhikan looked back at Kohara, his eyes misty. Something in the air shifted and Kohara felt watched by something besides the turaga in the cage… … They moved silently, Nidhiki even more so than Lhikan. Lhikan knew the mission would bring him on the wrong side of the law he’d upheld for so long. But in the end the law was the meaning, not the letter. He would need to break it to save not only his people, but nations across the known universe. Dume’s plan proved too dangerous, too risky… The Great Temple loomed before them, the mossy bridge with its lanterns aglow between them and their night’s errand. “Are you sure,” Lhikan whispered to the darkness of the midnight air. He knew Nidhiki would hear. “Yes Brother, I’m sure.” “Then let’s go.” Getting into the Great Temple unseen and unheard proved easy. Approaching the suva they reached inside and conjured in their minds the aspects of each Great Disk only to find it barren. “You’re not taking them,” came Tuyet’s voice from the darkness as she stepped out into the lantern light from the pillar she’d been inside. Lhikan cursed to himself. How did he not see this happening? They’d been so obvious in their approach. Something was different about her though. Her toa tool, she must have left it somewhere. But she wore a necklace similar to Dume’s. Wasn’t it Dume’s? Had he given it to her? Her armor seemed more scratched, more battle worn. Lhikan didn’t remember Tuyet letting her war scars show. “Sister,” Nihdiki responded smoothly like the oily grease fire he truly was inside; “you know this has to happen. Too much is at stake. Help us.” “No.” Tuyet’s voice echoed harsh and cold in the Sanctum of the Great Temple. “Fine,” Nidhiki said, palm shrugging and then pushing her out of his sight with a gust of his element. Tuyet shouted as she flew back, disappearing through a doorway with the crashing sound of furniture and clay pots heralding her landing.“Time to go, Lhikan.” “No, wait, we should-” “No time, pardon the pun,” Nidhiki said and plunged off into the night. Lhikan turned to follow him, but felt something sharp cut into his back. Howling the pain with his head toward the ceiling he lashed out, a burst of flame from his hand and he spun around, swiping, slamming into Tuyet’s head. The toa of water reeled, screaming from the burn. “You! You know this has to happen. You can’t kill us all because you’re afraid, you stupid, puny, filthy, idiot. When I’m done you won’t even exist. Don’t get in my way Lhii.” “Get a hold of yourself,” Lhikan shouted. He pulled the great flame swords from their sheaths. No, wait, he left those at home. He didn’t expect a fight tonight. He raised his hands, lowered his head, and tried to move toward an exit while facing his sister. “Please.” Her broadsword was in her hand, the twisted weapon he’d seen behead many warriors on the battlefield. She was different from him. He’d never been on the other end of her sword before, and now in a moment of terror he knew why the toa code existed: control. Her swings were vicious, skilled, precise, and he knew the patterns from watching her train and from fighting alongside her. They rolled on the floor, tussled and grappled, struggled to their feet and continued the dance. He couldn’t match her, but he could… No, he could match her. There was a way. But he couldn’t break, he couldn’t snap like she did. Lhikan snapped. When she swung high, he ducked, conjured the flame of his element, and punched her heartlight out of her. She slumped into his arms, eyes wide, sword clattering on the ground as the echo of her own heartlight falling to the floor behind her filled the room. “Sister please,” Lhikan said, sinking to their knees together as the life faded from her. “Please… I’m so sorry. Please don’t die… Nidhiki?! It’s going to be okay... we’ll heal you, we’ll... I wish we… I wish I hadn’t…” … “I just wish I hadn’t killed her. I wish Tuyet still lived.” And in his head he heard the voice, and he felt the hot breath on his back, and he felt a tap on his shoulder. And he knew he was desecrated. IC: Carapar | Po-Metru, Station 445 Carapar blinked as the sunset cut into his view. While the purple and red and orange truly astounded in terms of quality sunsets, it was bright. He preferred a softer sunset himself, purple and pastel pink. Something moved across the sunset. It rose from the desert sands into the sunlight, making it hard to see exactly what it was, but Carapar heard the whoosh of something and before it was almost too late realized where he’d last heard a similar whooshing sound: the weapons dealership shooting range on Xia. He Threw his massive body off the side of the platform of Station 445, diving outward as Cordak rockets exploded into the once busiest terminus of Metru-Nui. Carapar hit the sands hard, doing his best to roll while holding his war banner and his horn. He spun around with a fierce scowl, finally catching sight of his enemy: a spunky green toa with a jet packet and more dakka than permitted in her firearms license. A toa in red armor -- a warsuit like Pridak it seemed -- rush toward him across the sandy streets near the now blown up Station 445. Carapar’s beady eyes blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing this correctly: two toa versus the might of just one Barraki. He laughed as Rose began to fire her flames through the barrel of her suit. “Look at them!” He shouted. from the buildings nearby came the rousing response from his troops of acknowledgement. It was a good day to see their lord go to war. “They know not who they’re fighting. I am Lord Carapar, the Horn Lord. Name yourselves toa, so I may write an appropriate song for your funerals.”

Great question!

IC: Sans, Dume's Office Dume was talking about time travel as Sans led his party out of the crowded office. Maybe his companions would've preferred to stay and listen, but Sans had heard enough. Whatever Turaga Dume was talking about, Sans knew he could play no part in that scheme. As he shuffled past Waveahk- who was still kind of awkwardly sweating in place outside the office- a black and crimson Vortixx hurried past Sans and into the office. He contemplated the merits of extending his foot to trip her, but decided that, although hilarious, another stranger falling into the office wouldn't go over well, given the circumstances. Sans led Taja, Korruhn, and Leklo to the elevator, and they descended. After reaching the main floor, Sans asked a Vahki where to go to find the airships, which the Vahki took upon itself to lead them to. So the four heroes followed one armored Vahki to the Colosseum's main hangar bay. IC: Sans, Colosseum Hangar Bay The Vahki showed Sans and Co. the Hangar Bay, then walked back down the hall. He walked forward, staff in hand, as he explained his plan to the others. "We'll have one of the Vahki pilots fly us over Ko-Metru. If I remember correctly, the League is invading with massive armies, yet only foot soldiers, maybe some cavalry. They might shoot at us, sure, but the airship should make it over the frozen sector no problem. When we get a decent way into their midst, we'll all drop in, huhuhuhu. I'll grow to what I call 'battle-size' in air and, hopefully, cushion the landing with my elemental powers. After I grow big, I'll scoop you all up in my arms, if you'd like. There may be parachutes int he airships though, I don't know. Either way, we're gonna drop in hot. On the flight over, we can talk more tactics. I'm sure you're all nervous that such a serious assignment is going to be your first test as Toa, but I have faith in you, and Turaga Dume does too. We don't get to choose our struggles in life; we only get to choose how we rise to the occasion." Sans entered the airship, then turned to his three Toa brothers. Was he using his mask powers to enlarge his chest, or just puffing it out? "The time is now. We will be surrounded by warriors who want nothing more than to mount our heads on spikes. It's going to be tough, but if we stick together, Mata-Nui I know there's nothing that can stop us. Pridak dies today, let's go make sure of that!" Sans turned and walked towards the pilot's chambers so as to instruct the Vahki on what to do. OOC: @Crimson Jester @EmperorWhenua @Eyru

Glad to hear it! I think Litestone (the team that's rebuilding The Legend of Mata Nui) has plans to remodel the Toa stones, so keep an eye out! Yeah, I think you're right. Also, the bird's hard enough to hit in-game as it is, and I have to imagine the dive attack would only make that worse. This time, we're taking a look at the demo footage from the Power Pack, in which Takua dabs and is killed by a bird:

IC: Sans, Dume's Office "Let's all head out then." Sans walked towards Toa Maru Stannis. "Stannis, sorry to interrupt, but we haven't yet gotten the chance to speak together. Back when I was a Toa, I just barely missed running into the full Toa Maru team, once. Your reputation proceeds you." Sans slapped Stannis on the back. "I'm sorry we couldn't have met in better circumstances. I'm sure we could waste a night sharing old stories between ourselves. I hope we meet again and get that chance." Sans walked towards the door, and saw the Waveahk was still standing in the hall, cuffed and flanked by the armored Vahki. "Leklo, Korruhn, Taja, let's head down to the main level. I intend to find a ship to fly us out there; we're gonna airdrop right smack dab in the middle of 'em, and show them the strength of Metru-Nui!" Then, Sans walked out of the crowded office, wondering if he would ever see any of these people again. OOC: @Crimson Jester @EmperorWhenua @Eyru (maybe @Onaku too?) We are officially leaving this office, and going to war.

IC: Takadox, Leonn's Phone Leonn’s receiver crackled to life with the sounds of Takadox’s smooth and tempting voice; “So, I’m lounging here thinking about our time last summer and I’m just wondering how things are going with your little errand. I’ll want to see a photo, of course. But then, I’m sitting here looking through so many photos already… I think I liked your old shades better now that I see them again.” Short pause. “You know, the white ones with the slats across the lenses you wore at the party? That reminds me, when this is over we should go on a vacation. Get some fruity drinks. You’re so much fun after just one…”

it kinda looks like the bird's got a diving animation going on in those unused sprites... makes sense for its mode of attack, but i could definitely see it being hard to get the sense of depth to read right for an animation like that in-game, given the perspective everything is at.

I would play Ambages in such a game and destroy it entirely

Hey y'all! I recently realized that I've poked and prodded at Lego BIONICLE (GBA) (aka Quest for the Toa, aka Tales of the Tohunga) a lot, and as such I probably know a thing or two about it that most Bionicle fans don't. Nothing earth-shaking or with deep canonical implications, but things I find interesting nonetheless. Many of these "minor discoveries" don't really merit their own forum thread, so I've created a blog where I'll start posting about them. I hope that it'll be interesting whether you've played the game or not, in the same way Supper Mario Broth is interesting. Give it a look and let me know what you think! Post 0: Introduction and FAQ

Bionicle is known for its four direct-to-video movies in 2003-2009, but we never have a theatrical one, despite the Toa Mata having a one-second cameo in The Lego Movie in 2014. As much as Marvel has Spider-Man as their mascot, DC Comics has Batman, Nintendo has Mario, and Sega has Sonic (there is a movie more than a month ago), I look at Bionicle as Lego’s mascot for constraction. Throughout Bionicle’s life (19 years), there are two epic stories that sounds that they could have been cinematic universes (it’s a thing nowadays while this primarily involves adaptions). I mean, if you had read the books and comics and watched the movies, you would see what I’m talking about. I always feel that Bionicle may have the potential of getting a theatrical movie or even a cinematic universe someday. I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog, Captain Underpants, SpongeBob SquarePants, and Angry Birds got their movies because they are famous and successful in their lives (Mega Man will get one, too), so I wish Bionicle to do the same because it was famous and had done a lot of good in its 12 years of its life. No one had seen anything like Bionicle. My friends from my schools agree with me a lot. That’s just my opinion. If you would want a good Bionicle movie or cinematic universe with positive reviews, here’s how it goes: It would need a good director, writer, production company that distributes the movie or cinematic universe, a good story, good faithfulness to the source material (primarily G1), A-list actors, and visual effects/animation/CG/CGI specialists. I 70% would not want a Lego Bionicle Movie because constraction characters may look weird for how they could move their mouths and eyelids, you know (plus, the scripts are a little overly wacky)? I’d like it to be either a 3D animated movie with the feeling of How to Train Your Dragon movies and Moana (At least around 2 hours) or a live-action movie (perhaps with humans and the planet Earth if the Great Beings ended up hiding in there) with the Bionicle characters being people with CGI suits, like how you see Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s non-human characters (the Toa, Glatorian, and Skakdi for examples), and completely-CGI-made characters with voices from actors (like the Rahi and Elemental Creatures). Again, it would at least about 2 hours, like an average MCU movie. It’s sort of like the Transformers movies (at least the looks maybe), but much better by reception. For the production company, it would be either Warner Bros, Paramount or Disney (I recommend Disney the most). I don’t trust Fox, Sony, or Universal on this one because they made some bad movies lately. I mean, look at the X-Men movies, Venom, and the Hulk movie in 2003. They are not good or look good. Plus, Universal was planning to get the rights to make a live-action Hero Factory movie back in May 2012, but nothing new happened since. For the directors and writers, well, I would go with Steven Spielberg, J.J. Adams, that comic book guy who wrote the first two Avengers movies, and people who wrote the MCU movies. Greg Farshtey and that Faber guy can join in. For the story, well, I would go with G1’s way, and I would start with the Toa Mata (with their original looks from 2001, and they would be like the Avengers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) and Makuta Teridax (he would be like Thanos from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and Darth Vader and Darth Sidious from Star Wars) just to make things classic and nostalgia, but things should go more smoothly and not overly simple (G2 was overly simply). Plus, things would be better if they would include the Turaga of Mata Nui, their Matoran, and Ekimu (he would be like the wise sensei for the Toa). Start it out fresh in other words. If the movie would be successful, it would get sequels, prequels (the Toa Metru and Glatorian), and maybe spin-offs (the Toa Inika) that could expand things, add more characters from Bionicle in general rather than adding new people that we don’t know (G2 made that mistake when it included a lot of new people, but I don’t mind putting humans and the planet Earth in there as long as they don’t get too much screen time. The Transformers movies kind of made that mistake) and give significant characters a lot of character development. It could also form a cinematic universe which would delightfully include Hero Factory as a part of their universe (I always look at Hero Factory that way in my head canon), and do crossover movies with it Avengers-style (also Hero Factory would be like the Guardians of the Galaxy movies to Bionicle). The script for the cinematic universe would be like the Marvel Cinematic Universe for how well it can be written (but this time no selling character rights. Lol.). It would also have some TV shows (the Order of Mata Nui and Matoran for examples). It could be around the MCU’s level as long as it is sort of kid-friendly and not use profanity words, because Bionicle doesn’t do profanity words. It could also put some humor, but not overdo it, and keep it mild, like how the MCU rolls, like one of the Toa Mata is wearing one of the others’ mask by mistake. For the Bionicle characters’ looks, well, it would be either 3D or live-action CGI. The characters should look like their original looks from the source material (the Sonic movie’s Sonic had a horrible look at first in the first trailer, but he got redesigned to look much more like his classic video game look in later trailers, and this gave him much better reception. The movie is loved because of this redesign). I would imagine the Toa to have some organic muscle in where the holes in their set forms are (like the Miramax Bionicle movies), their bodies would look like their original sets accurately (like Bionicle: The Legend Reborn in terms of a 3D feel sort of and The Journey to One by making characters not having their gear boxes coming out from their bodies and look much more like their sets). It would have the MCU feel and the “I, Robot” feel in 2004. For the face, well, I would think that the masks and helmets have this eyebrow movement thing when they are worn, kind of like how you look at Spider-Man’s mask’s eye things in the MCU (and the direct-to-video movies). Plus, these headwear would have mouth guard flipping function, like how you see Optimus Prime from the Transformers movies and the characters from The Legend Reborn and the Hero Factory TV show. Their mouths should look like actually mouths, like how the mouths in Hero Factory’s Invasion From Below episode and Bionicle G2’s 2015 online animations look by being organic with the lips. Their eyes would be like Transformers: Prime, the Transformers movies, and Invasion From Below. It would be much less cheap than in The Legend Reborn and the HF show, and less repetitive by using models. Also, use five-fingered hands. A much more budget put into it, too. For the actors, they are the main focus. I would imagine a Tahu to be played by either Hugh Jackman, Gali by Gal Gadot or Scarlett Johansson, Lewa by Jackie Chan, Pohatu by Ben Affleck, Onua by Mark Ruffalo or Vin Diesel, Kopaka by Michael Fassbender or Jeremy Renner, Teridax by Josh Brolin, and a Turaga by Morgan Freeman or Anthony Hopkins. For the music score, I would go with Cryoshell, Daughtry, Imagine Dragons, Chainsmokers, or Post Malone to make the songs for the movie as far as I can think of. If such a Bionicle movie were to happen, Bionicle fans would give it positive reviews like this, like how Sonic fans do for the Sonic movie while it got mixed reviews by critics in general, I heard. That’s something that a good theatrical Bionicle movie should have. I know that Bionicle and constraction are not here, but Bionicle is the one that saved Lego from bankruptcy when G1 began, and Bionicle was one of Lego’s most successful, most memorable, and most famous themes in history and still is because it has a lot of fans, so it should have this kind of treatment. I know that some of you guys would like to have that. Bionicle needs a lot of help, like how Sonic has. Seriously. It’s something we would dream about. BIONICLE needs a lot more recognition, and I have a feeling that it’s worthy of that. Lego should focus on that. So, how can you construct a good Bionicle movie? It’s basically my opinion, as I said before. Don’t say negative stuff or say stuff like “Oh, this would not happen” or whatever. Let’s be positive and try your best in telling your vision of the movie adaption. Movie adaptions can give their franchises reputation.

IC, Kohara: "Forgive me, Turaga. I thought I saw something move beside you." She stood up to leave. "Before I go, Turaga, I have one last question- why did you give up your Toa power?"

IC, Kohara: Coliseum Prison As Lhikan was speaking, Kohara saw something move out of the corner of her eye. There was nothing there visually, but Kohara got the feeling that one gets when their being watched. Unsatisfied with ignoring her feelings, Kohara lifted her index finger and fired a thin laser beam at the spot in question.

IC: Skyra - Po-Metru - Skyra had already started to reload her Cordak Blaster when Carapar demanded their names, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeell since he asked so nicely. "Oh, I'm Skyra Daring, world famous troublemaker actually, look me up in the phonebook sometime. Also, the Horn Lord? You can't tell me the other warlords aren't snickering behind your back with a name like that, I mean come on! HORN LORD!" @Tarn@Dane@Unreliable Narrator

Congrats @Azibo on Page 51! Azibo asked "Why does Mata-Nui want to kill and raise everyone?" Congrats @Tarn for Page 52. What's your question about SKE2?

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor sighed, lowered his weapon, and turned back to the Avatar. "What exactly happened here? Why do you need this thing," he fingured this cube, some mistrust creeping into his voice, "to take your form? Why go through all this trouble, aren't you all powerfull?"

IC: Okuo - Coliseum Okuo was taken aback by this revelation. Though he had guessed correctly the time travel aspect, he hadn't fathomed that it would be in the service of a retroactive assassination plot. But that wasn't the only thing that worried him. "Even if one of us were to agree to this plan, how can you be sure it'll work? How can you know if time can be changed?

IC: Turaga Dume | Coliseum, Office The disks had all arrived. His fear of death and giving of the fused disk to Atamai seemed irrational now. The matoran stepped closer with toa stone in hand, but the toa of stone cut him off. But Stannis kneeled next to him, doing his best to help him, while saying things Dume knew were far more than just simple words. He was on trial by a wandering toa who literally held the lifeblood of the leader of the matoran way of life in his hands. Should he remove the cast and compression he’d made, Stannis could kill Dume immediately. With all the disks here, Dume’s life seemingly near its end, and not seeing her at last, it was time to make his plan known. “Very well, Stannis. I think it’s time I speak of this plan now that all the pieces are in place.” His voice wheezed out of him as he spoke, the loss of blood making it hard to think clearly. He did see Turaga Sans lead several toa from the room with the intent of taking the fight to Ko-Metru. It saddened him, but Dume understood. For some, patience was not their studied virtue. “The myths are true: the element of time exists. Mata-Nui in his demise did not see fit to bless us with such powers. We were to learn by living a linear cycle of time, not by repeating the same cycle. But He does. By combining the Great Disks, Time becomes ours to harness, to focus, to manipulate, just like Him. A mask of time would be wonderful, but terribly dangerous. What would happen if the mask fell into the wrong hands? What if someone destroyed it? Would it, like we think of Artakha’s mythic mask of creation, destroy reality upon its own breaking? It’s too terrible. It’s too much. “But there’s a way to use it without forging a mask. A machine, a great ring which can place the powers of kanoka disks into anything living. My chief engineer could not complete it before he died… Dark Hunters killed him in Onu-Metru. But my vahki collected his work and brought it here to the Coliseum. We’ve done our best to finish it, but… We haven’t been able to be sure it works. That’s why I’ve fused the disks now, in case a mask of time is our only hope in the end. But Imagine finding someone who loved this world and our people enough to go back in time and stop the Barraki with a nova blast? There is a day, a terrible day, where all the barraki gathered together and announced their breaking from the Order of Mata-Nui. I was there. I saw their intent, although the others thought they were joking. They thought the barraki were pulling a prank like a matoran placing a bula berryon a turaga’s chair. But if we could give a toa the power of time and send them back to that day, and they could bring themselves to commit the ultimate act of love for their people, we could change our lives today. We would not be here, we’d all be safe and loved by those we care about. Lhikan and Nidhiki did not agree, they were afraid of changing the past. They were afraid of time. Tuyet though, she understood. She believes in the power of our people. She believed. They killed her in the Great Temple and hid the Great Disks. That’s why I arrested them. That’s why I have kept them in prison and tried to convince them to see the truth: they are murderers who delayed the salvation of their people. You have to finish this task, Stannis. These new toa were my hope. Our hope. Let them choose who goes back. Let them choose who saves all of us.”

IC: Zecrillia - On the way to Dume's Office Yeesh. Chatty, weren't they? Not much could throw her off her stride, Zecrillia liked to think; but Vahki with a sense of humour(? That was what that was supposed to be, wasn't it?) were definitely amongst the things that could. The Vortixx woman stopped short for a moment, before gathering her wits again and deciding the best thing she could do was just... do what they said. "Actually, I got hung up by the zombie apocalypse. And the League invasion. And your pals back at the furnace weren't exactly helpful for finding this thing, either." She didn't know what she was expecting from 8S and 9S in return, certainly not decent conversation. Shaking her head slightly, Zecrillia resigned herself to letting them lead her through the crowds, up the elevator, and up to the door of the Turaga's office... and Zecrillia figured she could take it from there. Manoeuvring to step out ahead of the Vahki, she knocked sharply on Dume's door. She didn't stop to wait for an invitation before pushing her way into the room - and almost tripping over a little blue Turaga in the doorway as she did so. Busy in here, she noticed. Chaotic, too. Sure was a lot of blood on the carpet... that was probably no good sign. She didn't let it deter her. "Turaga Dume! I have something important for you!" So saying, she lay the Kanoka disk, the valuable 159, on her employer's desk. The Vortixx's fingers lingered on the disk's surface for a moment, reluctant to let it go... but she was here, she trusted that Dume would be as good as his reputation when it came to the subject of compensation... and that he probably knew better what to do with this thing than she did. "So, you know, I could easily design a really potent weapon for this thing to power. But it sounded like your need was a little more urgent than that."

IC: Skorm (Ga-Metru) Orm glanced sideways at Sko, who looked back. The being of light nodded slightly, and dropped to one knee, pulling in light from around them both. Already in the shadow of the Great Temple, the light level dropped dramatically. As Sko absorbed the light, the shadow grew. Orm grinned malevolently as he gathered a save of shadow energy and sent in forward in a wave large enough to catch both of the toa. OOC: @Toru Nui @Onaku

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru A moment of silence as Leonn gripped his IStone. His lip trembled as he stared at the 'Call hung up' message on the device. That sadness, however, quickly turned to anger as he wheeled around to stare at the two Toa, eyes a little wet. "It wasn't enough to try and prod me for info, was it? You had to go and ruin more tender things, didn't you? You psychotic, murdering, self-righteous PIRAKA!" He was now full on sobbing as he turned away from the soldiers, tearfully moving in the same direction as before.

IC: Bohrok | Onu-Metru, Lower Archives Ka’s call to clean from the swarm invited her lower down into the Archives than she currently worked. The swarm needed to start from the bottom and work their way up systematically. It made sense to work outward from the Great Spirit rather than inward towards. Once they found the point of difference, the krana chattered about their findings and their plan and how to go about cleansing the gunk that inadvertently built up over the millennia of decay. Ka would feel the pull to clear the Archives with them, working on waking the rest of the swarm stored beneath Metru-Nui, and then to wake the other swarms further South. All they needed was a beacon… and All the swarms would be awake to clean and keep the Great Spirit healthy. The bohrok imagined the beacon would be stored on the surface, far away from the swarm. Because that’s just the way the grubby little matoran who didn’t know their place seemed to like to do things. IC: Takadox | Leonn's Phone A long pause where Leonn could feel his heartlight beating furiously. Finally Takadox spoke; "You know what, I'm not even mad, I'm just disappointed in you Leonn. I thought our summers meant more to you than they obviously do. I have to go, there's a dark hunter on the other line. He's got the weirdest name for a skakdi." Takadox hung up.

Pretty sure hearing this is one of the signs preceding Ragnarok.

I accidentally clicked the Bionicle Jam 2K2 first... and I have more questions about whatever that thing was...

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guys and gals i present to you news from BMP! the Piraka Rap (Extended Version) exists and actually souns better than the original shorter version! check it out! http://biomediaproject.com/bmp/blog/piraka-rap-extended-version/

Neat! I was actually thinking about Mata Toa Stones the other day and what they would look like since I had only ever seen this image

East Garden

RIP Onepuparu

Lake of Fire

IC: Turaga Dume | Coliseum, Office “Yes, down in the public floors there’s a medical bay. Get him there... Or...” Dume clenched his jaw and considered the situation. It sounded like whoever burst out the shadows was talking with Zataka. Knowing the diplomatic reputation of the warlord from the South, Dume considered the threat neutralized inside the office. What worried the leader of Metru-Nui, however, was the fact his balcony was proving a liability. What allowed him unprecedented views of the metropolis city seemed to also offer unprecedented opportunities for someone to try to murder him. The vahki in the room didn’t seem to make a difference, and he wasn’t about to expect the freshly minted toa -- Korruhn, Leklo, Jutori, Taja, and Aradra -- to be of sound enough mind and confidence to respond in a timely manner to outside threats. Speaking of new toa... Dume looked at Okuo in his hands. The wounds across his back were fierce. Without immediate aid his spirit might vanish. A thought occurred to him. He'd seen it happen before: a wounded matoran healed by the power of a toa transformation. Would it still work with the limited power he had left? Dume decided he had to at least try. Grabbing a canister from the ground, letting the blood flow from his leg, he held Okuo close, closed his eyes, and began to pray... And then he shouted and the golden light from a ruby stone placed on Okuo's back began to glow. In a moment, the light blossomed, flowed across the wounded matoran, and changed him... When the metamorphosis ended, Dume leaned back, panting. He could see a black ring on his vision, but there was perhaps just enough light in the necklace left for another transformation... If he could only stay conscious. “Vahki, observe the perimeter, look for more Dark Hunters outside the office on the balcony,” Dume ordered. He kept pressing his hands against the wound in his leg. As frustrating as it was to keep waiting, he knew his plan required the Great Disks all together. So why had he given the fused disk to Atamai? Because Dume deep down was afraid. He was afraid of dying, and he had a strange feeling he’d cheated it for the last time… Two Dark Hunters in one day had been his limit it seemed. Pushing himself up against a chair, he stared at Atamai and the disk in his hands. “Grab one of the stones, Atamai,” Dume said at last. “My time is running out. Come here.” IC: Leonn's phone | Po-Metru "Last Name Day I Gave You My Heart The Very Next Day You Gave It Away..." Leonn's iStone was ringing with the custom ringtone his boss had set up on their last beach trip.

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor frowned, almost without thinking he launched his Kanoka. It was a medium level freeze disk forged in Ga-Metru. As the disk flew Mazor's mind guided it to hit Ostrix in the Legs. However, the wall had already been blocked off, and the disk merely froze the barriar in place.

IC: Ostrox, you.... Irna was gripping her spear so tightly it could've snapped. Trapped. Trapped. They were trapped in here with that thing.... "Let us go!" she said. "We can ... we can take care of that one for you, Great Spirit. So that ... so that you need not be insulted by him again." OOC: @Azibo -Void

I mean, each sprite's pieces are grouped together, it's just that, a lot of the time, those pieces aren't in any sort of order. It's more like 100 tiny jigsaws one after the other than it's like 100 tiny jigsaws whose pieces are all mixed into one large pile, if that makes sense. Two updates this time! The first one has more unused sprites, and the second one is setup for things to come...

IC: Varxii the Defector - Ko-Metru Wait, was she hearing... what she thought she was hearing? Doing her best to sneak around the bulk of Pridak's army, aiming to get ahead of them - whether to join up with the city's defenders, or to find a good ambush point against the Barraki legion, Varxii was still undecided; it would depend on what she found when she got far enough ahead - the Vo-Toa was stopped in her tracks by the sound of an exchange carrying on the wind. People talking was hardly weird, even in a Metru famed for its silence, but she could have sworn... that someone had just given Barraki Pridak an ultimatum. It would have sounded a stupid thing to do under the best of circumstances; and yet, all the same... Someone bold enough to do that was someone who she could probably do very well to hook up with. Keeping out of sight as best she could, Varxii began to make her way towards the conversation. Pridak seemed to be done with the other; and so the defecting Toa hoped that she could catch the foreigner's attention without being noticed by the warlord. Remaining around a corner of the nearest ruined knowledge tower from Pridak, she surreptitiously tried to catch Matrak's eye, trying to indicate that he should approach her. While, hopefully, not alerting Pridak himself to the fact that his pet Toa was making a bid for freedom. ( @Onaku ) IC: Zecrillia - Coliseum Approach In due course, the Coliseum guards at the Ta-Metru entrance would find a black-and-crimson Vortixx woman in a Kanohi Felnas and sweat-stained work clothes making a hasty approach to them. Zecrillia had, it had to be confessed, detoured slightly. Her rented room had barely been out of her way as she had made her sprint from the Great Furnace to the Coliseum; and with the League very close now to her doorstep, she had wanted to salvage her precious work. The League didn't deserve to have the benefit of the weapons she'd been designing; but her blueprints were like precious art to her, and she likewise couldn't bear to see them destroyed. She had gathered them all up, rolled them into a protective tube... and resumed her journey. She maybe, maybe, should have changed her shirt while she was there too; Zecrillia was aware that she wasn't presently in much of a fit state to meet her employer and ruler of the last free city in the known world... but under the current circumstances, that was hardly crucial. If Dume didn't like seeing her in an unpresentable state, then... Tough, to be honest. He should have found a better location to get his disk hidden in the first place. Stepping up to the Vahki guards, the Vortixx woman drew out the 159 and held it up to her chest, letting the robots get a good look at it. "I have something important for Turaga Dume. Be more helpful than your pals at the Furnace and let me in, please?"

Artakha Bull

Artahka

Makuta Mutran took a deep sigh as the stone doorway to Teridax’s throne room rolled away, revealing his leader sitting on what was once Miserix’s throne. On one side there was a Visorak, and on the other a Rahkshi. “Approach, Mutran,” Teridax said in his rumbling voice. Teridax had in his hand the Kanohi Mask once worn by poor Makuta Kalora, who had made the fatal mistake of beginning a sentence with the phrase “Well, Miserix would…” Mutran walked toward the spiked throne and bowed. “Thank you, Makuta. May I request the privilege of confidentiality?” “Done,” Teridax replied, and within an instant had turned his head and destroyed the Rahkshi with a beam of heat vision. The Visorak tried to scuttle away, but a concentrated blast of plasma from his hand stopped it. Mutran gulped. “It concerns the… revelation from Tren Krom, which I had relayed to you earlier.” Teridax’s body shifted as his gaze narrowed on Mutran. “What of it? You told me that my aspiration--to usurp the Great Spirit Mata Nui--was a possibility… and I believed you. I need not remind you that the plans I have put into motion cannot be undone… without unfortunate consequences for you, that is.” “No, I told you everything relevant to that plan!” Mutran insisted. “It’s something else. Something deeper.” Teridax visible relaxed. “Go on.” Mutran continued: “When I learned the nature of our universe from Tren Krom, I did not just learn about how it worked, where its light and gravity came from, things like that. I learned the very basics of what this universe we inhabit truly is, on a foundational level.” “Mutran, you haven’t the voice for such eloquent words. Speak plainly,” Teridax ordered. Mutran could not word it any more simply than: “Our… Our world is just a fictional universe invented to sell plastic toys!” That was not the explanation Teridax was expecting. “Our entire universe is fictional? Like a Turaga’s legend?” “Yes!” Mutran cried. “There are books, comics, online animations, and surprisingly good direct-to-DVD movies! Fans of our entire universe join websites where they talk about it, trade parts online, and even write terrible fanfiction!” “Slow down!” Teridax demanded. “You’re telling me that everything we’ve ever done has been in the service of selling toys to children? And that they simply make up stories that would be ‘cool’ if they really happened in our world?” “That’s not even the strangest of it…” Mutran said, trembling. “If I’m understanding what Tren Krom imparted to me properly… we’re in a piece of fanfiction right now!” Now Teridax was worried as well. “Is the story at least any good?” “No, it’s absolutely mediocre! It’s just two characters talking, no action or anything. It’s supposed to be a comedy, but it’s really just one long joke dragged out until it’s not even a little bit funny anymore.” Teridax looked anxiously at the roof, the walls, Mutran, and even himself. “So… what do we do? Maybe… we can tell the Toa, or the Shadowed One. There’s got to be some way to escape this prison into the truly real world!” “There is none,” Mutran said. “Maybe it’s for the best,” Teridax admitted. “Mutran, promise me you won’t tell anyone else. I may be a cruel embodiment of evil, but this knowledge is a torture even I do not wish on anyone else.” “I promise,” Mutran vowed. Teridax began to slowly accept the reality. “All this exists only in the minds of young boys,” he said. “And, once they stop buying those toys, and reading the comics and books about those toys, what becomes of us? Do we vanish from existence? Can we, if we don’t even truly exist?” “It’s not all bad,” Mutran said. “Maybe, somehow, the fans will keep remembering those toys and stories, and in their minds at least, we’ll be immortal.” Teridax took a deep breath. “That’s one way of looking at it. Maybe the only way, if one seeks to stay sane in the face of such truth.” And if he is compelled to look straight at the light, will he not have a pain in his eyes which will make him turn away to take and take in the objects of vision which he can see, and which he will conceive to be in reality clearer than the things which are now being shown to him? (Plato’s Allegory of the Cave)

I've been messing around with Tales of the Tohunga recently, and I figured out a cheat that lets you change an object's sprite to any other sprite in the game. Turns out, that includes the Brakas sprites! (Unfortunately, they default to Takua's color palette, and I don't know how to change that.) The Brakas has ten unique animations, which you can see in this youtube video right here. Things get a bit glitchy when the original sprite is smaller than the sprite you're replacing it with, so in the movie the Brakas sprite is substituting for a Bula tree on the starting beach in the game. Idk how kindly BZP takes to talk of emulation, so for more details, check out my Biomedia thread here!