MoarBotar

Hapori Tohu for president!

I will never know why Lego didn't release two versions of each Av-Matoran (i.e. light vs shadow). It honestly makes perfect sense to me, and as dumb as Solek is, I wouldn't mind seeing what he would have looked like had a shadow leech got 'im. Not to mention how cool it would be to have a pre (or post) mutation Radiak. I will say though that given the choice between an Av-Matoran and a Metruan, I'd take the Av-Matoran (at least their limbs are bigger than my thumbnail lol).

Out comes the "cool creations" section of the Lego magazine. In goes an electric kettle.

The geography of the GSR is literally the most confusing thing about Bionicle. Someone should make a cross-sectioned map of it (though I pity the poor soul who would do all that work lol)

2010 Stars. (It just needed to be said) I wasn't super happy with the '03 Takanuva set, but my only real problem with it was that the Ussanui was too front heavy (which honestly kinda makes sense when I think about it, so I guess it's just a matter of taste). There really aren't that many sets that I've been overly disappointed with-mostly because nearly anything can be MOCed around with to make better... Except the Rahkshi. Those stupid little arms are ridiculous. They also always felt to me a little too similar (again, this kinda makes sense in terms of the story, but a little more variety would have been nice).

Interesting-can my life work that way? XD

*Shields eyes* "So. BEAUTIFUL!" Honestly, that's pretty sweet! The reflections and shadows on there are so detailed! Looks real!

VERY slick! They look pretty big, but I kinda like that-would be cool desk ornaments or something like that! A scaled-down Metroid would look pretty cool too!

“Stop! Thief!” The wide feet of the young Skadi flapped against the dirt road as he ran through the Jungle village. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the Agori trader who was yelling at him. He yelled right back: “that is RACIAL PROFILING! So help me, I SWEAR to Skadi-Nui, I will report you for hate-crime! OUTTA MY WAY TOHUNGA!” Shoving aside a very confused and rather offended Matoran, the Skadi turned his head to face the road ahead of him, tightening his grip on the Thornax fruit he had just stolen. As the spiny rogue sprinted through the small village and out of sight, the abashed Agori vendor fell to his knees in the middle of the street, flinging his face up towards the sky as he screamed at the injustice of his life. “SKADAKADI!!!!” “Racist!” ~Chapter 1: Sweet Skadi-Nui What Have I Created!?~ The young thief did not stop running until he was hidden in the sanctuary of the trees. The thick jungle canopy stretched over the Skadi, who lay where he had fallen after tripping over one of the many vines surrounding him. A silent figure watched from the shadows. Regaining consciousness, the Skadi scrambled to his knees and caressed the fruit in his hands. “It’s ours. Ours alone. My precious...” A hauntingly sad violin began playing from somewhere, but it did not last long. A portal to another dimension opened and from it stepped Mr. Howard Shore, who promptly walked up to the Matoran who was playing the violin, handed him a court summons, grabbed the violin out of his hands, and delivered a swift kick to the small figure right in the Zamour spheres. As the composer walked back to the portal, the Matoran lay on the ground and groaned in pain. The Skadi looked up. Something was wrong. Something unusual was happening. In one swift movement he stood, spun around, and hurled the Thornax fruit with all his might at the moaning figure. As the Matoran lay there moaning in pain, he eventually saw the projectile hurdling at him and his moan turned into a scream: “ooooooohhhhhhh.....WAAAAAAAGGGHUUUUAHHH!!!!!!” *BLAM!* The extremely overripe Thornax fruit struck the Matoran and exploded on impact. When the dust cleared, the Matoran had disappeared, utterly blown apart by the force of the fruit. The trunk of a nearby tree had been broken in half by the blast, and a figure who had been hiding in the branches fell to the ground, landing in complete silence on his face. The Skadi stared, confused (more so than normal), at the odd figure who made no noise. The figure clad in green armor stood to his feet and dusted himself off. The Volitak he wore ensured he made absolutely no noise whatsoever. The Toa of the Green looked up and noticed the Skadi watching him. He froze and his eyes widened. The two figures stared at each other. Slowly, very slowly, the Toa raised one foot into the air, stretching his leg out behind him. He gingerly put it down and leaned backward into a wide step, still moving extremely slowly. He raised his other foot, still moving incredibly slowly. He was very gradually creeping away from the Skadi, who called towards the disappearing Toa “I can’t hear you, but I can see you.” The Toa froze again. Turning off his mask power, he suddenly pointed to the sky behind the Skadi, crying out with an obviously fake gasp. “What the is that thing in the clouds!?!” The Skadi, confused, turned around to look at the mysterious thing. The Toa of the Green spun around and booked it back to the village. He forgot to turn on his mask power, and thinking others couldn’t hear him, he chanted to himself in a sing-song voice: “sneaky sneaky sneaky sneak sneaker snicker sneaky...” Three hours later the Skadi shook himself and suddenly grew suspicious. “Wait a second... You can’t see the clouds from here... and what’s ?” The abashed Skadi thief fell to his knees in the middle of the jungle, flinging his face up towards the sky as he screamed at the injustice of his life. “BO-TOA!!!!!!!” “Racist!” **** Elsewhere a lone member of Keetongu’s species stiffly staggered forward in exhaustion as his massive burden weighed heavily on his shoulders and back. He was exhausted and barely had the strength to move, but while he stayed still, the weight of his passenger made his feet sink deeper and deeper into the mud: to stay still was to be swallowed by the murky sludge. His passenger was a Tahtorak, sitting hunched over on the being’s shoulders. The great beast leaned forward and hissed at the orange figure. “Not so fun the other way around now is it?” The weary being tilted his head back and cried out in agony: “I’m sorry for wearing spurs!” The Tahtorak pulled out a massive cowboy hat and slapped it onto his spiny head. “YEEEE HAAAW!” **** Somewhere in Antarctica..... In the middle of the howling wind an interdimensional portal opened up, staying open just long enough for a very confused and scared Mantri-Nui to fall out into the snow. As the portal vanished behind him, the Mantri-Nui (who had somehow become sentient as a result of his dimensional journey) cried out. “Where am I!? What is this place? Where’s papaw Karzahni!?” The poor dejected creature began to sob as he sat in the snow, confused and alone. He heard a noise nearby, and looked up to see a curious penguin shuffling over to the Rahi. The Mantri-Nui stared at the bird in confusion, mouth agape, shrugged his shoulders, and hopped onto his feet, waddling over to the penguin. The Rahi puffed out his chest and put on a suave, debonair grin. “Hey baby, wanna feel my Cordak blasters?” The Mantri-Nui started flexing for the perplexed penguin. The penguin ambled over, not to flirt, but to see if this strange new creature was edible. **** Gresh sat on a log beside Turaga Matau in the jungle of Bota-Magna. “Thank you for teaching me about your people Turaga” Gresh said reverently. “The jungle seems so much more... alive somehow now.” The old Turaga smiled sagely towards his pupil. “Singsong happy-smile Gresh; you are spirit-blessed in life-dawn to quick-learn think-talk ways of tree-bright Le-Koro. To deep-think in deep-wood will spirit-lift what we crave-need. It makes me happy to see you proud-stand in the deep-wood.” Gresh smiled back and closed his eyes, listening to the noises of the jungle. The two of them sat quietly together, content in their company. Gresh slowly opened his eyes, a confused look on his face. “Wait, you said ‘makes me happy’...” “A good student will ever-remember what his teacher says.” The Turaga replied, still smiling. Gresh turned to him, now looking even more confused. “But that wasn’t Treespeak. You should have said ‘I am happy-cheered’, right?” The Turaga froze, his eyes wide open, unwilling to look at his student, tense as a coiled Doom Viper. Gresh continued. “Wait, have you just been screwing with us this whole time!? Do you know how long it took us to figure out what you were saying!?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” Gresh now stood before the guilty Turaga, pointing an accusing finger at the former Toa. Slowly Matau looked up at his student, still stiff and tense. He paused. “Well...” The smaller figure stood up on the log, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I must have ever-forgotten the—SMASH-BASH!” The Turaga flung a rock at Gresh’s head, hitting his helmet with a *KONG*, and knocking the Glatorian to the ground, unconscious. The Turaga hopped down to the jungle floor and began quickly hobbling away as fast as he could, kicking Gresh’s head as he passed. “Crash-bang.” The jungle was once again quiet as the warrior lay peacefully on the ground. Behind the log, a green-armoured quietly figure crept by, whispering through his Volitak: “Sneaker sneak sneak sneak sneak snack sneaky sneak.”

Thanks-pulled it from The Art of Bionicle pdf (from biosector)

It could be some form of artistic expression or scientific research-like how Vakama was trying to create the Mask of Time (figure out how to make better/new types of masks).

I hear a faint voice that seems to be calling me from a distance. I open my eyes and find myself lying in a shallow pool of water, wearing nothing but navy blue shorts. The small basin containing this water seems to be made from some kind of stone, with odd glowing blue runes on it. The voice becomes clearer: "...Link... ... ...Link... ...Wake up Link..." I sit up and look around. I seem to be in some sort of stasis chamber built into this cave. There has been a horrible mistake. I open my mouth, about to explain that I am not a certain legendary hero; but in a sudden burst of character consistency, I close my mouth shut and instead just smile mischievously. Let's see where this goes. I wander through this strange and foreign land, battling strange grunting monsters and meeting stranger toucan bards. I am charged with a sacred quest that will determine the fate of this world, which I completely ignore and spend countless hours trying to ride bears and scaring stable hands. I begin hearing rumors from fellow travelers of a sacred object, an ancient heirloom sealed away in the Korok Forest, once wielded by a powerful being whose legends are sung about. This shining talisman of hope and light can only be wielded by a hero who is strong enough to gather holy orbs to increase his power. Remembering the plight of my noble companions (and ya'll are great too) battling Kardas, I double check that my Olmak is still securely in my back pocket (it's a tad buggy now-at some point it got a huge crack along the left side, but I quickly jammed some sticky tac in there and put a bandaid on it. In theory it should work....), and set out to earn the trust of the guardian of the forest.

I usually do two or three orders a year off of Bricklink-a few weeks back I got Takanuva & Ussanui, Makuta, and Turahk. If you're willing to spend some time looking, you can usually find some pretty good deals

@Xboxtravis I did a very similar thing with Matoro when I was young-especially when for a brief time I wondered if "Toa" Ignika was Matoro reincarnated. I even remember on one Sunday when we couldn't go to church for some reason, my parents wanted us to still do "church at home" and they let me read to the family the 11th Ignition comic where Matoro sacrificed himself. You're drawing sounds actually quite fascinating: the fact that you were reconciling the two figures (God and Mata-Nui) is interesting (rather than just equating them). That's essentially more or less what C.S. Lewis does with with the Narnia books-describe the salvation story of an imaginary world. That's literally hilarious XD

Ya basically every other episode of Next Gen is Picard breaking the Prime Directive (or refusing to break it, and then wrestling with the moral dilemma presented by not breaking it) In theory, you should never break the Prime Directive, but I'm pretty sure that the Prime Directive of the Star Trek writer's room was "make the characters break the Prime Directive" lol

Fair, but we don't know if it truly is a pre-warp society-we don't know exactly how the Great Spirit Robot got around, maybe by using warp drive...? The Vulcans made First Contact with earth after just one warp drive test flight, so it wasn't exactly widespread at the time. I'm a Next Gen. guy, so I can really only take a crack at number 3: I do agree with Xboxtravis in that if they just happened to pass by they likely wouldn't have done much more than observe, they don't have a reason to stop. BUT, if something forced them to explore the planet (say, they needed resources to repair the Dilithium Chambers or something), then Data would obviously be the first to communicate with them. I wouldn't be too surprised if Data or other members of the crew were mistaken for Great Beings (unless the GBs had already come out of hiding). If/when they became allies, I feel like Picard would either want to utilize their "magical technology" (kanohi, elemental powers, kita fusions, etc) against the Borg with the hopes that the Borg would not be able to assimilate that sort of tech. OR it could go the opposite-he might beg them to go into hiding or to defend themselves to prevent the Borg from getting such tech (if they did they would be literally invincible). Either way there would be lots of conversations with Picard and Riker with Dume, Vakama, Raanu, Tahu, and Ackar. I could see Worf sparring with various characters for fun (he would likely see the Pakari as a challenge), and I feel like he would hit it off with Axonn. Geordie LaForge and Nuparu would be best buds (Geordie would probably get a kick out of the Vahki and the Boxors). The Ga-Matoran healers would probably offer to restore Geordie's sight, but he would turn down the offer. If Q and Vezon ever met each other I hate to think what would happen..... Anyway, those are some of my thoughts on the subject.

I'd be interested

I've been thinking about the Kraahkan lately, specifically its two "faces". was any official/canon explanation given for the "top face?" (the side attached to the axle pin that goes in the mouth). The movie version of the mask makes it clearly look like Miramax Teridax, but the regular Kraahkan looks significantly different. My best guess is that it represents Takutanuva's mask, given the resemblance it has to the Avohkii. Any other guesses/fanon ideas?

The light of the sun (which may or may not be the earth's sun, as we are all in the sky of an undetermined planet) catches the surface of the Soul Stone, making it shine brilliantly. A hushed awe falls on those falling as they admire the rock. I take advantage of the distraction of the moment to try and swim through the air, trying to get myself directly above Lipuret. Munching on a thrashing pastry, I chuckle to myself. When we eventually hit the ground, I'll land in the same doughy cushion as the muffin overlord! Inspired by the musical nostalgia, I start quietly humming "da-NA. da-NA. da-NA. da-na-na-na-na." Nearby, an artistic photographer skydives out of a plane to take pictures of us all falling, making a statement about the capitalist consumerism that fuels pop culture. I sigh heavily. I get what he's doing, but still.... Vader Guy tries to eat a muffin, but is unable to get it past his helmet.

As we stand by the ledge of the cliff, a shadowy figure approaches. "Welcome, Laval, disciple of Chima. Welcome, Downfall, fearer of 07' Nuparu. Welcome, Moarbotar, son of... someone clearly strikingly handsome." As the figure approaches his emaciated red face comes into view. Before the wraith can say anything more, I yell out "I saw this in a movie once!", grab him by the waist, and hurl Red Skull off of the cliff. He screams as he falls: "Verdammt! Danke dumme kleine Scheiße!" A beacon of light shoots into the air and the clouds swirl together. A lone tear falls from my face as I think of the thing I loved (his sick cloak), which I have now lost. Suddenly I find myself sitting in a pool of water somewhat removed from the battle. In my hand I hold the soul stone. I jump to my feet and yell out in triumph! "I hold in my hand the most ambiguous object in the universe!" I shake my glowy fist at Makuta Plagueiss in defiance! Unfortunately, since I don't see any Infinity Gauntlets nearby, I have no idea what this thing does... I sit down in the shallow pool to try and figure it out... Elsewhere, a wealthy couple are shot in an alley, leaving behind their newly orphaned, construction-based, extremely rich son to fend for himself in a cruel world....

I personally didn't really get introduced to Bionicle until 2006 (my first set was Hakan-given to me as a bribe to behave for the babysitter ). Because there was simply so much story material that I didn't know about, I basically cruised through with the bare basics of the storyline-just enough to understand what was going on (and even that little bit was still enough to dominate my imagination). It wasn't until just a few years ago when I found Biosector and looked up a few of my favorite characters just for 'the fun of it', that I realized just how much story was out there that I knew nothing about. I like Chuckschwa's 2001/2006 distinction. In my brief time among the BZPower community, I've noticed that there do seem to be "2001 people" and "2006 people". The biggest distinction between these two groups (in my opinion) is how well/long they have known the story. For me, as a 2006 guy, the story is somewhat fresher. I wonder if for 2001 people, because you guys have known the story so well for so long, the story becomes stale or overly familiar? I agree with Xboxtravis-Bionicle is filled with corny prose. BUT, that corny prose facilitates profoundly intricate worldbuilding and conveys deeply complex themes. More than this though, for pretty much all of us on a site like BZPower, Bionicle provided something much deeper-it awakened out imaginations. Think of the middle aged guy who grew up adoring the original Star Wars trilogy, but is not disappointed and frustrated by the new movies. The missing component has nothing to do with the movies themselves, but with the hours of time that he spent with his friends imagining they were flying the Millennium Falcon or fighting Stormtroopers-the first time in his life that he engaged in complex imaginative play and independent world building (basically fan fiction). The same goes for Bionicle. Perhaps what made Bionical such a significant part of many people's lives was not the commercial or intellectual elements (sets or books), but biological development. We say "Bionicle was a major part of my childhood." But to be more precise we should say "PLAYING Bionicle was a major part of my childhood." This unlocking or awakening of the imagination was the biological experiments that our brains did as they learned how to invent and create. Bionicle was delivered in an imperfect medium, but it performed its function perfectly. (That's a lot of thoughts-good luck making sense of this )

That's totally fair-some days I like it, some days I hate it. In theory I've always been against modifications, but I've suddenly realized that I've actually done a fair bit of them, so I don't really know where I stand lol

Dazed and bewildered, I shake my head (in a manner vaguely reminiscent to Boss Nass in the Phantom Menace) to clear the fog. I open my eyes just in time to see Laval and Downfall fleeing. Turning my head, I see the hordes of Jedi and Clones sprinting across the ice towards the raging Kardas. "Wow. Now would be an AWFUL time for someone to execute order 66..." I mutter to myself. Unfortunately, a nearby Clone Commander overhears me and (confused by my profile pic) salutes. "It will be done, my lord" he says as he signals the other Clones. As I watch my unintentional genocide unfold, a swift kick to the face interrupts my musings. I look up to see the face of Bad Guy glaring down. The warrior is now clad in black armor and a black cape. He raises his red lightsaber and points up, directing my attention to Alexander's previous post in the feed: With a gasp I realize that this is no longer Bad Guy, but a new and more iconic villain. This is VADER GUY! And Vader Guy seems to remember all the abuse I dealt him back when he was a Bo-Matoran... I quickly jump up and push Vader Guy onto the advancing ice patch, leaving him encased in the ice as I run after Downfall and Laval. Vader Guy's lightsaber quickly melts through the ice, freeing himself, and he begins running after me. As I run, I pull out my notebook and begin writing in it as I run. I do this for two reasons. First, I'm trying to think up some new plans to deal with the various new threats. Second, I'm trying to have more in this post than just bizzare star wars references. Third, I'm talking with Bizfig as I run, asking for the recipe and writing it down in my book as I go. ...... What has Good Guy been up to all this time....?

Looks great! I like how you added the glow coming through the lower part of her mask Very nice!

The Bo-Matoran, panicking, begins instinctively punching at the muffin horde. At first, the attempt is pathetic. But slowly, the attack becomes undeniably more skillful. His fists begin to fly faster and faster, while the little bran warriors are knocked aside to the left and right with adorable little screams. Suddenly, a veil of shadow appears around the Marotan and lifts him into the air. His memories return, for he had forgotten who he was when he took up his disguise. He drops the Pokeball, and I, sensing the movement, drum my fingers against each other. "Excellent." The Pokeball hits the ground with a *thonk* and... does.... not..... open. I fold my hands, lips pursed. "Less excellent." The Matoran is completely hidden within the shadow. The skies fill with dark clouds as a deep and ominous voice resonates through the air with an evil laughter. 7 bolts of lightning strike at the heart of the shadow storm, completing the transformation. All is suddenly silent. Then, the Matoran emerges. But he is much changed. His once green armor is now red like the blood of innocents, his joints yellow like the cruel desert sun, his face white like the crushed bones of his victims. The greatest force of evil has risen once again. Bad Guy walks the earth. I am very glad I am in my Pokeball.