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    Who am I? Well, some people think I'm the pie maker. That is an unfortunately common misconception. I do not make pies, I mock peas. Even worse is when people think I am the pie makah. If there's one thing to know about me, it's DO NOT call me the pie makah!

    "PeabodySam" has its derivatives. "Peabody" is, in fact, an old family joke that takes too long to explain. "Sam" is the main character of Quantum Leap, an old TV show that I used to watch back in 1994. I loved that show, but haven't seen it in years... one of these days, I should find time to watch some old episodes again.

    So, now that you know who I am, what about my interests? Well, obviously I am a LEGO fan, otherwise I would never have found this website. I'd say my top three favorite LEGO themes are Rock Raiders, Adventurers, and Alpha Team. BIONICLE, Pirates, and Space also rank rather highly.

    I also enjoy videogames. I do not consider myself a hardcore gamer in any way; I just play for fun. Two of my favorite game series are Mario and Half-Life (including Portal). Naturally, I also enjoy LEGO games, though I dislike that most games since 2005 are repackaged versions of LEGO Star Wars.

    I am very into art and music. I find that both help me express my feelings very well. I am interested in most forms of art, and in music, I love mostly anything orchestral. I play both the piano and clarinet. One more thing... music is a lot like candy. It's much better when you throw away the rappers.

    Literature is another favorite subject of mine. I love to read, and when I'm not reading, I'm usually writing, be it for a story (such as The Story of Frosam Trilogy) or for a text-based RPG (such as Dino Attack RPG). I've written many stories here on BZPower, and my Dino Attack RPG has been praised for its well-written plot.

    I am also interested in science. Personally, I find geology, astronomy, and biology to be the most intriguing subjects of science, yet I am also good at chemistry because somehow I'm excellent at math.

    I do not watch a whole lot of television. Most TV shows nowadays are rather bad; back in the days of Monty Python, it was great, but nowadays it is sadly not so. Too many lousy reality TV shows on the air. However, two recent TV shows that I absolutely love are Pushing Daisies and Fringe.

    Unfortunately, in recent times I've found myself increasingly busy. TakunuvaC01 has diagnosed this as "PeabodySam's Disease". Due to this disease, it's becoming harder and harder for me to find time for my interests. Usually, the symptoms recede during the summer, only to return in the fall.

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  1. Welcome to the review topic for Dino Attack RPG: Director's Cut. ---- Announcements: July 1, 2020 In celebration of Dino Attack RPG's 15th anniversary, the Director's Cut will now be published on BZPower. Chapter 0 has been uploaded. ---- Table of Contents: Act 0: Prologue 0. Welcome to Dino Attack Act 1: The Kotua Crisis 1. Looking for Trouble 2. Black Operations 3. High Voltage 4. The Great Escape 5. Search and Rescue 6. Ground Zero 7. The Monsters Within 8. Blacktron Legacy 9. Unleashing Chaos 10. Love and War 11. Entropy Act 2: Opposing Forces 12. Dark Horizons 13. Cane's Labyrinth 14. Eye of the Hurricane 15. Clone Wars 16. Mech Assault 17. Staging a Fight 18. Skyfall 19. Shadow Strike 20. Our Inner Demons Act 3: The Dino Island Laboratory 21. The Reunion 22. Forgotten Memories 23. The Scientist King 24. Mad Science 25. Hazardous Environments 26. Homecoming Act 4: The Goo Caverns 27. Typhoon Turbulence 28. Island Intrusion 29. Conundrums of Philosophy 30. Rubble Trouble 31. Inferno Act 5: LEGO Island and Antarctica 32. Divided We Fall 33. United We Stand Act 6: Adventurers' Island 34. Call to Adventure 35. Dust Before the Wind 36. Team Fortress 37. Ghosts of the Past 38. Countdown to the End To be continued… ---- FAQ: Q: What is Dino Attack RPG? A: Dino Attack RPG is a "play-by-post" text-based roleplay game on BZPower that ran from July 1, 2005 through December 21, 2012. For those who aren't familiar with this type of forum RPG, different BZPower members take turns writing an ongoing story that was largely overseen by me, the RPG host. It was primarily inspired by the LEGO Dino Attack line in 2005, but also incorporated many other popular LEGO themes and games at the time including Alpha Team, Adventurers, LEGO Island, Agents, Power Miners, and LEGO Universe. Q: Why does the story jump around so much? I can't keep track of everything that's going on! A: This is a side effect of the RPG's "play-by-post" nature. When players directly interact with one another, you can have long stretches of posts telling a single story. But, when players are acting independently, then each post tells a different story. Furthermore, "double posting" generally isn't allowed on BZPower, so one player would often have to wait for another player to post before they could continue their own story. In the early days of the RPG, posts were only a few sentences long on average, meaning you might only get a short paragraph of one story before it changes to a different story, admittedly giving the RPG a schizophrenic feel as you're constantly quickly jumping between different characters and stories. This issue becomes less prevalent later on as the players started writing longer posts. The Director's Cut does attempt to mitigate this by reordering posts so that the story does not jump around as frequently as in the original play-by-post forum topic, although this is still unavoidable to a degree. Q: Why are certain original characters, particularly those inspired by the LEGO Alpha Team theme, introduced as though the reader is expected to already be familiar with them? Is there some backstory that I'm missing? A: Dino Attack RPG was created as a direct successor to BZPower's most popular LEGO RPG at the time, Alpha Team: Mission Deep Freeze RPG. Much of the playerbase from Alpha Team RPG carried over to Dino Attack RPG. As a result, many players were indeed already familiar with characters such as Chompy, Little Bot, PBB, Guardian, Frozeen, Phantom, Chaos, and General Evil, as well as other story elements such as Robo-Blades and G.E. Bodies, and so they required no introduction at the time. When necessary, the Director's Cut provides the essentials needed to know who these characters are. Q: Why does the final chapter end with a cliffhanger? Where's the rest of the story? A: The original Dino Attack RPG was forced to abruptly end in April 2011 when the BZPower website had a forum update. It resumed on the new forums in March 2012 as Dino Attack: At War's End and continued to run until December 2012, providing a satisfying ending to the seven-year-old RPG. Currently, the Director's Cut only covers the original Dino Attack RPG and its Expanded Universe (for reasons explained below) in order to be released in time for the RPG's 15th anniversary, though At War's End has been fully archived and will be included in a future update, hopefully by the end of the year. Q: Why are some sections of the story glossed over as brief summaries, while other parts of the story seem to be omitted altogether? A: In February 2013 (less than two months after At War's End's conclusion), BZPower was maliciously hacked. The entire pre-2011 BZPower Forum Archive was deleted as a result, including the original Dino Attack RPG. About one-third of the RPG was successfully recovered through the Wayback Machine's Internet Archive thanks to an incomplete 2007 backup, but even this archive was still missing a number of pages, and coverage of anything from 2009-2011 is scarce at best. With about two-thirds of the RPG lost forever, the missing content had to be reconstructed using summaries from the Dino Attack RPG Wiki or else extrapolated from the recovered content. In some cases, it's just no longer possible to know what is missing, leading to unavoidable gaps in the story. This led to the creation of a downloadable archive for Dino Attack RPG, preserving as much of the original RPG as we can. Q: What is the Director's Cut? A: The original RPG was written by dozens of people, each with their own writing style. Plot holes frequently arise, and other portions of the early story are later deemed non-canonical as the canon became stricter around 2008. And, if I'm perfectly honest, I really do hate my old writing. The goal of the Director's Cut is to address all of this in order to create a more cohesive reading experience. I playfully call it the "Director's Cut" since I, as the RPG's creator and game master (i.e. its "director"), am providing my own personal re-edit of this story as an alternative version for our audience to experience. There are three general "tiers" of edits made to RPG posts: 1. The majority of posts are kept largely intact, with only minor editing for consistent formatting or correcting spelling/grammatical errors. Posts that are written in first-person or in script style are rewritten as third-person prose but otherwise kept intact. If it makes sense to do so, then the order of posts may also be shifted around. 2. Posts with non-canonical content are rewritten in a way that reinterprets the material so that it would fit the current canon. For example, posts that use the BIONICLE settings Mata Nui and Metru Nui are rewritten to instead feature Enchanted Island (from LEGO Pirates) and Astor City (from LEGO Ultra Agents). I considered it important to retain the general gist of the original post and keep as much of it intact as possible, but I allowed myself to take some major liberties as needed. 3. When it comes to my own posts, I go full George Lucas! Quite a few of my posts from 2005-2007 are extensively rewritten, sometimes from scratch, in order to better match my own personal standards for writing. I still made sure to retain the gist of the original posts and many of my early posts still have not been radically altered, but otherwise I felt free to rewrite as much as I wanted to. There are a few other special cases that do not fall into the above tiers. In some instances (e.g. Rev and Sereve's final confrontation with Landro, or Rex's battle with Sharptooth), I've completely rewritten the RPG's missing content from scratch because merely summarizing it did not feel satisfactory. There are some other brand-new scenes added here or there, which should entice those who have already read the RPG. Additionally, I've taken some of Dino Attack RPG's "Expanded Universe", a series of short stories written after the RPG ended, and directly integrated them into the RPG so that they now read as part of the ongoing narrative. Since the canon was firmly established by the time At War's End began, the overwhelming majority of edited posts will only fall into the first tier once I've added it to the Director's Cut. That's one of the reasons At War's End is not yet included, since it isn't nearly in need of a revision compared to the rest of the RPG. Q: Is the Director's Cut the definitive canonical version? A: Yes... and no. As explained above, one of the main goals of the Director's Cut is to rewrite non-canonical posts so that they would fit the current canon. However, what I've offered with this Director's Cut is one possible interpretation of the canon that applies some creative license to make it all work. You can take it or leave it. It's possible that some material that I've left in the Director's Cut (such as Coldwire, or Magma's mutant arm) might no longer be considered canonical by their original writers, while other parts I've altered (such as Kotua learning Cane's name during their first meeting) are actually non-canonical but included here to improve the reading experience. It is also important to note that the Director's Cut will not be replacing the original Dino Attack RPG; I shall continue to support the original downloadable archive and make it available for posterity's sake. ---- List of Authors: While edits and changes made in the Director's Cut are largely my own, the original RPG was a collaborative writing effort by dozens of BZPower members. Not all of their writings made it into the archive, but it would not have been possible without their passion and support, so I must credit each and every one of my fellow RPG players along with their main character(s). Due to being a long list, it is placed in the spoiler box below. I am still trying to locate all BZPower members' current usernames so I can link their profiles. ---- Additional Links: Download the Dino Attack RPG Downloadable Archive (v2.1): http://www.mediafire.com/file/9n1q4k6fcauzhm2/Dino_Attack_RPG_Archive_v2.1.zip/file Download the Dino Attack: At War's End Downloadable Archive: http://www.mediafire.com/download/k3ks468uis6ono8/AtWarsEnd_(2).zip Download the Dino Attack RPG Director's Cut in DOCX format (v0.9): http://www.mediafire.com/file/go4atoi5yepx1r9/Director%27s_Cut_v0.9_%28DOCX%29.zip/file Download the Dino Attack RPG Director's Cut in PDF format (v0.9): http://www.mediafire.com/file/pl0w1dcuge544fv/Director%27s_Cut_v0.9_%28PDF%29.zip/file Read the Dino Attack RPG Wiki (beware of spoilers!): https://dinoattackrpg01.fandom.com/wiki/Dino_Attack_RPG_Wiki Listen to the Dino Attack RPG Complete Soundtrack for an enhanced reading experience: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUSNpflzdMIljXevcppmGVcqMNK-q-55Q ---- Play well!
  2. July 1, 2005: Dino Attack RPG was born. BZPower's longest-running LEGO roleplay game has left a lasting legacy. Now, 15 years later, experience Dino Attack RPG all over again like never before. From the ashes of the BZPower Forum Archive, the definitive Dino Attack RPG reading experience shall rise anew. Dedicated to the dozens of BZPower members who joined me on this seven-year-long journey and made my time unforgettable. Thanks. ---- Act 0: Prologue Chapter 0: Welcome to Dino Attack ---- Rookie agent Rex walked through the garage. All around him, engineers and mechanics worked on building and repairing vehicles, ranging from small ATVs to large jeeps. He also caught a glimpse of a massive tank that was being assembled, as well as a helicopter in the hangar above. An exalted sense of newfound purpose filled Rex's body with a sort of euphoria. He was now officially signed up as a soldier for the D.I.N.O. Attack, dressed in the standard black and grey uniform. He felt proud to be able to serve on behalf of the world. Now, he would have the power to bring the fight to the Mutant Dinosaurs that had rampaged across the planet. And now, he was assigned his first mission. Rex found a small group consisting of three soldiers gathered by one of the jeeps. One of them was a man who appeared to be middle-aged, with a round face partially masked by glasses and a full beard. His features were soft and his eyes glinted with a hearty and compassionate light. As Rex approached, the man smiled gently and extended his hand in greeting. "Good morning! You'll be training with us, right?" "That's right," said Rex, nodding as he shook the man's hand. "My name is Williams," the man introduced himself. Then, he gestured towards his two companions. "His name's Walker, and her name's Lisa. We're all rookies here, so don't worry if you haven't got any experience yet... we're all in the same boat." "You'll need a bigger boat, Williams," joked Walker, who also shook hands with Rex. He, like Williams, wore glasses and had a beard, but their physical similarities ended there. He was tall but rather lanky, and although he appeared to be younger than Williams, his thin face had hardened features that hinted at a more caustic outlook on life. As Rex took note of Walker's appearance, he felt as though Walker was scrutinizing him in return with his narrow, beady eyes. Lisa was a young woman with a pretty face, doe eyes, and short blonde hair. She looked Rex up and down and smiled, batting her eyelids. "Hello, handsome. Got any plans later this evening?" "Oh, come on, Lisa," Walker said as he rolled his eyes, "do you have to flirt with every single guy you see?" He leaned in close to Rex and muttered, "Trust me, don't go out with her. She'll just break your heart, tear it into little pieces, and throw every piece into the incinerator." "I'll take your word for it," whispered Rex. To him, the dino attack hardly seemed like a time to be pursuing romantic relationships and crying over broken hearts, so he saw little purpose in investigating Walker's claim. Raising his voice, he introduced himself to the others: "Nice to meet you all. My name's Rex." "Rex?" repeated Walker, with a small smirk. "Really, we're going with that? Is that supposed to be your real name, or just a nickname?" Rex shrugged. "It's just a nickname, but about as close I can get to a real name for now." He quickly told them about how he met Frank Einstein, their escape from Mercy Hospital, and the incident with the raptor and the rope that had given him that name… ***** Slowly, I regained consciousness. I was surprised to find myself waking up trapped between several slabs of rubble. The small space I had was dark and cramped, and I did not like it at all. This felt very, very wrong. I struggled to remember. Where am I? How did I get here? How do I get out? ... Who am I? I could vaguely hear some shouting from what sounded like a middle-aged man, maybe a little older. As I struggled to comprehend what the voice was saying, I coughed; it was very dusty where I was. The shouting stopped, then briefly resumed before silencing again. I heard footsteps once again, then the voice spoke again, and this time I could make out the words: "Hello? Is anyone in there?" Weakly, I tried to reply, but my throat was so dry that I only coughed again. That was a good enough for the voice, because a second later I heard the sound of brick moving against brick. Then, one of the slabs was moved aside, and I could see out from my prison. Then, another face appeared outside. It appeared to be the middle-aged man I had heard shouting. His face was thin and wrinkled, giving him a somewhat-elderly appearance. His gray hair was a mess and looked as though it had never known a comb or a brush. He wore glasses, and from behind these spectacles his eyes twinkled like the stars. "Ah, good!" my savior said, smiling as he reached a hand down into the concrete prison. "You're still alive! Here, let me help you out!" Gingerly, I reached out and grabbed the hand of my middle-aged savior, who proceeded to pull me out of the slab prison. Looking around, I saw that I was in some sort of ruined facility. One of the walls had been smashed down, allowing me to see out into a devastated apocalyptic city. "The lab must have been attacked," my savior murmured. Looking at him again, I now saw that he wore a lab coat and must have been a scientist. "Looks like the two of us were trapped inside when it collapsed. I'm afraid that I could not find any other survivors, but I have found help!" The scientist looked me over, then scratched his head. "You know, I'm afraid that we haven't met before." He extended a hand again, but this time as a greeting gesture. "My name's Frank Einstein. And you are...?" I stared blankly at the scientist, desperately searching for an answer. None came to mind. Biting his lip, Frank Einstein laid his hand on my forehead and looked me over. "Looks like you had quite a nasty fall," he murmured, "and a bump on the head to prove it. You might have a slight case of amnesia. Can you remember anything at all?" I thought and thought, but weakly shook my head. Actually, I vaguely remembered a group of scientists, but it was a very unclear and confusing memory. "Hmm," Frank said as he stroked his chin, "I'll see about giving you proper medical attention once we get to safety. I'm not sure if you heard me shouting, but I saw a helicopter pilot and wanted to get his attention. Unfortunately, the closest place he can land is atop Mercy Hospital, but it's only a few blocks away. Come; we'll have to get there before we get attacked again." Frank Einstein laid a hand on my shoulder, then we walked towards a stairwell. Looking up, I saw that the upper floors were likely unreachable since the stairs had collapsed. In fact, the stairs leading to the ground floor were barely intact. One step at a time, we descended the staircase. Luckily, it seemed to hold out just long enough to get us safely on the ground. The ground floor was also a mess, and I could help but notice that the floor was covered with dust, rubble, debris... and blood. Beside me, Einstein grimaced. "This is most disturbing," he muttered. "I must warn my superiors about this as soon as we get you to safety. The Nexus Force needs to know what has happened here." I had no idea what he was talking about. Nexus Force? Never heard of it before. But I had the idea that it was something important. As it turned out, the door had been blocked by a slab of rubble. Einstein stepped forward and attempted to push aside the debris, but to no avail. "Hey, can you lend me a hand here?" he requested. Nodding, I stepped beside him and assisted him in pushing the rubble aside. Our combined strength, it seemed, was more than enough, and the slab moved aside easily. Einstein looked at me quizzically, but then shrugged and reached out to open the door. The very moment he touched it, the heavily-damaged door fell off its hinges, and the street of a ruined city lay before us. "We must move with haste," the scientist whispered. I nodded. Then, we bolted out onto the street, running as fast as our legs could carry us. All around us were wrecked buildings and burning skyscrapers. Lightning flashed from the skies, but no rain fell from the dark clouds. Once or twice, I could have sworn that I saw a pair of glowing eyes peering at us from the shadows of darkness. At last, we came to a stop in front of a large building, which I assumed to be Mercy Hospital. The doors had been smashed in, and upon entering the lobby, we found more rubble, debris, dust... and blood. "The elevator is probably a bad idea," muttered Frank Einstein. "Let's check the stairwell." We approached the stairwell, but all the lights were off. Einstein flicked a light switch, partially illuminating the staircase... and revealing a large yellow-skinned reptile, grinning at us with saliva dripping from its jaws. "MegaBloks!" shouted Einstein, who appeared horrified. He grabbed me by my clothes and pulled me away before the creature snapped at us with its tooth-filled mouth. We ran away from the stairwell. Although I did not dare to turn around, I could tell we were being pursued. Einstein rain to the elevator doors and repeatedly slammed on the button, frantically whispering: "Please work on emergency power please work on emergency power please work on emergency power...!" There came a dinging noise, and the elevator doors opened. My scientist companion grabbed my shoulder and we charged inside, then he slammed on the close doors button. I could see the yellow-scaled reptile running towards the elevator. As the elevator doors shut, it reared back, as though it were about to spit. But that was ridiculous, a spitting lizard? Seconds later, acid burned a hole through the elevator doors. Einstein and I jumped back, recoiling from the acid. The reptile reared back, ready to spit again, but luckily this time the elevator was already ascending. Breathing heavily, I said my first words since being trapped under the rubble pile: "What... was... that?" Hearing me speak made Frank Einstein startle in surprise. He recovered quickly and replied, "Those... things are all over the city. They are a major reason why the city is in ruins... unfortunately, they are not the only reason. If you thought that one was bad... just wait till you meet some of the larger ones." I nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." I stared at the hole that the acid had burned through the elevator door. Was that creature spitting the acid? At last, the elevator came to a stop at the top floor of the hospital. As the doors opened and we stepped out, Einstein told me: "We still need to find a stairwell to the roof. That's where the helicopter landing pad is." No sooner had these words left his lips when everything went pitch black. I had known darkness, but this felt unnatural. I could not see anything at all. It was as though I had been blindfolded. Footsteps. Then, I heard a hissing noise. Was it another one of those reptiles? Did this one spit acid too? Could it see in this pitch blackness? "Stay perfectly still," Einstein whispered, his voice barely audible. The footsteps briefly stopped, as did the hissing. Then, the footsteps resumed, but this time they sounded like they were becoming more distant. Then, at once my sight returned to me. I turned to ask my scientist companion if he knew what happened. I saw his entire face contorted and wrinkled, with his eyes shut tightly and sweat on his forehead. At first, I thought he had been afraid, but when I later looked back on it, I realized that he looked as though he had been concentrating incredibly hard. Slowly, Einstein relaxed and opened his eyes. "It's gone now," he whispered. "Was that another one of the reptiles?" I inquired. Einstein nodded. "Yes, I do believe so." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then declared: "Come! We must hurry!" We walked down a hallway to the stairwell on the far end. I thought I glimpsed another one of the reptiles down an adjacent hallway, but this one appeared to have black scales. We passed a pair of double-doors, and just as we were about to step into the stairwell, the doors swung open and another reptile burst through. This one was larger than either of the ones I had seen before and bore several small crests on its head. It roared at us, exposing teeth even sharper than that of the other lizard. "Look out!" I shouted to Einstein. "It's a raptor!" gasped Einstein. We jumped onto the stairwell and ascended the staircase, but the raptor roared furiously and pursued us. I swung open the door at the top of the staircase, and we burst out onto the rooftop of Mercy Hospital. Painted onto the rooftop was a large yellow circle with the letter "H" in the center. I heard the sound of a chopper, and looked up to see a small helicopter descending upon the rooftop. "Let's go!" I said to Frank Einstein, and I ran for the helicopter. I did not stop running until I was safely aboard the air vehicle. I gave a sigh of relief and nodded to the pilot. The pilot stared at me. "Weren't there two of you?" I blinked, then glanced back at Frank Einstein, only to see that he was not there. I couldn't believe it. One moment, Einstein was there, running beside me - the next, he wasn't there anymore. In horror, I looked back out to the rooftop and saw Einstein lying on the floor, being dragged away by the raptor. I knew immediately that I could stand back and watch the raptor drag Dr. Einstein to a horrible death. But, I was not aware of what was running through my head; everything just happened so fast. I turned and saw emergency rope aboard the helicopter. I grabbed it and jumped back out of the vehicle onto the rooftop. Despite the pilot's protests, I ran towards the raptor and its prey. I tossed the rope to Einstein, who grabbed it and clutched it tightly. The raptor noticed me and snarled. Taking advantage of its split-second distraction, I tugged on my end of the rope and pulled Einstein a few feet away from the raptor. My triumph did not last long. The raptor pounced onto Frank Einstein again, but this time the scientist was ready and kicked the beast in the snout. Dropping his end of the rope, he crawled away from the raptor, slowly making his way to the helicopter. I knew that unless I did something, he would not make it. I ran towards the raptor. The giant reptile was angry, baring its teeth at me. I did not hear Frank Einstein or the helicopter pilot shouting at me to back down. As the raptor lunged for me, I jumped out of the way and whipped my rope at it, causing the creature to recoil. Then, the raptor jumped on me. It slashed at me, tearing at my clothes. I took the only thing I had, my rope, and struggled to tie it into a lasso while attempting to crawl away from the beast. When the raptor looked ready to sink its teeth into my flesh, I made my move. Flinging my lasso at the raptor, I rolled out of the way of its attack. The rope caught the creature's maw, and with a slight tug, it tightened and clamped the tooth-filled mouth shut. Acting quickly, I took the rest of the rope and tied it around the raptor's legs. It collapsed on top of the roof, rendered immobile. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had won. I had actually won! I defeated a raptor with nothing but rope! And yet, I knew my victory would not last long. Rope could not possibly hold the beast for more than a minute. Helping Einstein to his feet, I turned and ran for the helicopter. Once we were safely aboard the air vehicle, I was breathing heavily. Whatever adrenaline rush I had during the raptor fight was gone, leaving me sore all over. Einstein's expression was stern. "You fool!" he snapped. "Taking on a raptor on your own? You could have been killed!" Despite his appearance, it was plainly obvious that he was grateful that I saved his life. "You're quite handy with that rope," the helicopter pilot commented even as the vehicle began to ascend off the rooftop. "And I've never seen such recklessly brave behavior from anything less than a T-Rex. Those things go to great lengths to accomplish anything... I guess that's what makes them so scary." I shrugged. "Just making stuff up as I go along." Now that the helicopter was safely in the air, the pilot turned over his shoulder to get a good look at us. He stared quizzically at Dr. Einstein. Pointing a finger at the scientist, he murmured, "You... look familiar. I think I've seen your face before." Frank Einstein introduced himself, and the pilot laughed. "Oh, of course! Frank Einstein, the famous scientist! I almost didn't recognize you... what happened to your equally-famous thick bushy mustache?" Einstein smiled lightly and chuckled. "Even I feel like shaving it off sometimes," he said. "I might just grow it back over the next few months, but that depends on... well, a number of factors." "And you?" The pilot gestured towards me. "What's your name?" I bit my lip. "I... don't have a name," I muttered. Frank Einstein quickly explained to the pilot about my amnesia and how he found me in the ruined laboratory. "Hmm," the pilot murmured. "Looks like you might have been wearing a labcoat, at least before that raptor tore it up. And your bravery rivals that of even the T-Rexes. You need a nickname to fit this... how about... Doctor Rex?" Einstein visibly tensed. "No!" he cried, drawing stares from the helicopter pilot and myself. "I mean," he began in a quieter tone, "that's a little lengthy for a nickname. Why don't we just call you Rex?" I thought it over. Rex. Seemed like a good enough name. "Sure," I said, nodding. "Rex sounds good." Turning his attention back to flying the helicopter, the pilot continued his discourse. "Rex and Dr. Einstein, glad to see that you both made it. There have been so few survivors. Sometimes, I've gone days patrolling the city without finding someone. It's a wonder I haven't been struck down by one of those flying things... Pterosaurs, I think they're called." "So," inquired Einstein, "where are we headed?" "I've been dropping most people off at an outpost at the outskirts of the city," the pilot explained. "There, passage is arranged to Antarctica. That's the only confirmed place that is not affected by this dinosaur outbreak. I guess the dinos hate the cold." "Isn't anyone going to do something about all these dinosaurs roaming the city?" I asked. The pilot nodded. "Yes. Alpha Team's currently a little busy handling and overseeing the construction of refugee facilities. The Agents have been doing some work to try stopping the beasts, but they often don't accomplish much. The bulk of the work is being done by this new organization. Those who don't go to Antarctica join the fight against the dinos. They join the Dino Attack Team." As soon as these words left his lips, some connection in my brain was made. I could not tell why, but I knew that I suddenly had only one goal in mind. Join Dino Attack Team. ***** "So you don't remember anything?" said Lisa, blinking. "Not even your own name?" Rex bit his lip and thought for a moment before answering. "I think that I used to be a scientist," he murmured, "and, as you can see, my memory is intact enough that I can still speak English, so it's not as though my mind is the blank slate of a newly-born infant... it's just... well, it's almost as though I remember the lessons, but I don't remember learning them. I can read, I can speak, I can tie my own shoes... but I can't remember my own name. So, unless I recover from my amnesia, I'm just sticking with 'Rex'." "A scientist?" repeated Williams. "At least I can see such an occupation being beneficial to Dino Attack Team. They need all the scientists they can get so they can study the Mutant Dinos and figure out the root cause of their mutation. I'm a musician, on the other hand. I once went to Adventurers' Island to see the dinosaurs for inspiration for a song I wanted to write, but that's about as far as my experience goes. Lisa is an actress, and Walker's a director. We're neither scientists nor soldiers; we were drafted into the team by the conscription. You'll probably be a greater asset than the rest of us combined." Rex shrugged. "Well, I suppose being a scientist would be useful... if I remembered anything more than working with other scientists and waking up in a labcoat in a wrecked research facility. Not that it matters; I'm just happy to serve the team in any way I can." "Doesn't this worry you at all?" inquired Lisa. "I mean, if I had lost my memory and woke up in a ruined city overrun by dinosaurs, like you did..." "... then I'd have bigger problems to worry about than my own memory," replied Rex, dismissively waving his hand. Rex knew he was not telling them the whole truth, but he decided it was for the best. Why should he have to burden them with his own problems? Having nothing, not even memories to look back upon, left him with a terrible, overwhelming emptiness that often kept him awake at night. He often felt as though he was peering into a black hole, fearing that what little remained of him would soon be dragged into the darkness as well. At times, he could feel that it was only his sense of purpose in joining Dino Attack Team that kept him grounded in reality. Walker nodded. "I see," he said. "Don't worry; if you happen have any more memory problems in the future, you can count on me to remember everything for you. At least you have an excuse for going by a nickname like 'Rex'. Frankly, I don't get this whole nickname business that some soldiers are so fond of. Why do I have to call you by some ridiculous nickname? How would I look if I went around telling people to call me, uh, 'Classical Snob' instead of Walker? I'd look like a pretentious hipster, wouldn't I?" "I think this whole 'nickname' thing got started by Alpha Team," suggested Williams. "They have to operate under codenames, being spies and secret agents and all. Quite a few Alpha Team agents were assigned to Dino Attack and were among the first members. Then, when Dino Attack started recruiting from the refugee facilities, some guys must have thought it was standard procedure and signed up under codenames, too." "I think there's even this one guy," added Lisa, "who insists that everyone call him 'Batman'." Walker's face turned bright red and contorted into an exaggerated scowl. "That guy? I hate that guy! I ran into him last night in the mess hall, and he wouldn't shut up about his credit card! What's even the point? It's the freakin' apocalypse; nobody cares about your stupid credit card since you can't even buy anything with it now that all the stores are all out of business! And he has the gall to call himself 'Batman'? It's a disgrace! An insult to the name of Batman! And-" Rex bit his lip. "Uh, does he do this often?" he whispered to Williams and Lisa. "Oh boy," sighed Williams, "here he goes again. Once Walker goes on a rant, not even the apocalypse itself can stop him." Lisa rolled her eyes. "We probably shouldn't even get him started on that, or else he'll start ranting about how nonsensical and ridiculous the whole concept of a mutant dinosaur apocalypse is." Rex laughed. "Let's hope things don't get any more ridiculous than this." "G'day, mates!" Rex, Lisa, Williams, and Walker turned around to see a Dino Attack elite agent marching towards them. He wore a sleeveless vest that showed off his arm muscles, with a large knife strapped to his belt. On his head, he wore a wide-brimmed fedora and grinned proudly through a face full of stubble. "Name's Rick, and I'll be trainin' you rookies today!" "Look out," muttered Walker, "it's the poor man's Johnny Thunder. What pretentious nickname do they call you, 'Adventure'?" Rick shook his head. "Nah, string bean, but I kinda like the sound of that. Adventure. Now that's a word that perfectly sums me up in one word. Although, 'Testosterone' or 'Explosions' would also work. And that's just what I expect to see from you. Now, I know you're just rookies and one of you is a mighty pretty lady," he paused to wink at Lisa, who returned the gesture, "but by the end of today, I wanna see the Fourth of July out there! No, even better... we'll make our own holiday, one with even more fire and explosions!" Walker rolled his eyes. "So, we're making a Brichael May film?" With a gleam in his eye, Rick dramatically pointed at Walker. "Now that's more like it, string bean! We're going out there and makin' the biggest Brichael May film ever to hit theaters!" Although Williams and Lisa both stifled giggles, the reference was completely lost upon Rex. He frowned in his confusion, wondering if he would have understood what they were talking about if he were not still suffering from amnesia. Then again, he was not sure if he wanted to understand. "Now," continued Rick, "if you wanted an easy training mission, you should've gone and joined the Headquarters Squad goin' down to Gold City to build an outpost, or maybe you should've gone marchin' up and down the square with that Army guy instead. No, what we're gonna do is a real man's work! A large nesting site for those overgrown reptiles has been found downtown at the old shopping center. It's up to us to neutralize the nest and exterminate those buggers before they run wild." Rick pointed to the jeep parked next to the group. "Now, this beaut here is the Fire Hammer. Unfortunately, it's the only one available in the lot right now; production hasn't yet caught up to demand, though Bill Ding says he's working on that. I'll drive it into battle with you and keep you covered, but the rest of you gotta drive 'em Steel Sprinters instead." With that, he gestured to a nearby group of small ATVs. The rookies looked on in undisguised disdain. "Hey, now, wait a second," said Lisa, frowning. "You're expecting us to be able to take on mutant dinosaurs... in those things? There's nothing separating the driver from a lizard's jaws! We're supposed to feel safe driving those around the city?" "Sure," said Rick, shrugging. "Fast, reliable, good for quickly getting out of a pinch. Makes up for a lack of armor with speed and maneuverability. Besides, those reptiles will be the ones needing protection when you're packin' these guns!" The elite agent handed out weapons to the rookies. They were the not rifles or machine guns that Rex was expecting, but rather futuristic in appearance, colored black and adorned with neon-green lights. They were big and bulky, but Rex was surprised to discover how light one felt in his hands. However, Lisa and Williams struggled to hold them, and Walker outright refused, declaring that his trusty pistol was a much better weapon of choice than some oversized possibly-unreliable prototype. "Unreliable?" scoffed Rick. "These babies won't fail you! These Sonic Screamers are the products of the latest technology designed specifically to knock those mutants senseless! In fact, they were designed by Specs himself." Specs. Rex had yet to meet the leader of the Dino Attack Team, but based upon what he heard from his fellow Dino Attack agents, he knew that Specs was a renowned multidisciplinary scientist, an unfaltering commander, and a man to be held in high regard. Looking over the Sonic Screamer in his hands, Rex nodded. "Seems good to me." This time, Rex was the target of Rick's dramatic index finger. "I like your attitude, mate!" he said as he grinned. Then, scratching his chin, he looked Rex over. "Hey, ain't you that fellow who saved Dr. Einstein using nothin' but rope? That takes some real bricks, son, and that's what I wanna see! Rookies, I'm gonna call this guy 'honcho' because the rest of you should follow his lead!" Rex suddenly found himself feeling uncomfortable as Williams, Lisa, and Walker all stared at him. Being thought of as a leader or a role model was not something he was accustomed to. He was also surprised that Rick had already heard about his rescue at Mercy Hospital; apparently, even if the other rookies had not yet heard about it, word spread quickly through Dino Attack Team. Rick clapped his hands together. "Right! Now, let's see... you've got your guns, your vehicles, and you've all been given standard-issue radios, I'm sure-" "That's correct," said Lisa, nodding as she held up her handheld radio. "My friend Danny showed me how to operate these a few years ago. What frequency should we use?" "Set your frequencies to 140.15," continued Rick, "and keep those things on at all times. You'll hear some comm chatter from other squads, but that's normal. This way, we can keep in close contact even if we're far apart, and if you're in danger, send out a S.O.S. immediately." He turned away to turn on the radio on the Fire Hammer's dashboard. He also grabbed a bundle of rope, which he casually tossed to Rex. "Here, honcho, see what you can do with this!" Rex wrapped the length of rope around his torso, allowing both hands to be free. Just as Rick said, he could overhear some chatter on the jeep's radio: "Come in, Swerve. I repeat: come in, Swerve!" "We just located four civilians who were trapped in a broken-down elevator at Mindstorms, Inc. We need a rescue vehicle so we can evacuate them out of the city as soon as possible." "Steer clear of the water. I don't know what's in there, but it's big, it's got tentacles, and it's not friendly." "Has anyone else seen these black vehicles?" Then, Rick turned around one last time to face the rookies, and Rex saw that his expression had turned uncharacteristically serious. "Oh, and one more thing," he added. "Just remember. These mutants are practically machines. Killer machines that are programmed to terminate you. Don't bother bargainin' or reasonin' with them, 'cause they don't understand any of that. They don't know fear. They will always go for the kill... so you gotta shoot first." Rex nodded firmly, remembering the savage behavior of the Mutant Lizards and Raptor he had encountered at Mercy Hospital. He locked and loaded his Sonic Screamer, prepared for battle. I'll stop at nothing until they're extinct once more, he thought with grim determination. ---- Surely, thought Roger Remous, we are cursed. For only a few weeks, everything was perfect in the Remous family household. Then suddenly, the world ended. Was it nuclear war? Catastrophic weather? A zombie apocalypse? No. It was the most ridiculous and ironic apocalypse a professional paleontologist such as himself could have imagined: dinosaurs. Out of nowhere, prehistoric beasts swept across the globe, leaving death and destruction in their wake. Roger's whole neighborhood was decimated. His house was flattened. And now, once again… Roger and his sister Amanda were the sole survivors of a terrible Remous family tragedy. His beloved wife Lisa, his son Tyler, his daughter Sarah, his newborn Theresa… gone. All gone. Now, Roger sat down next to Amanda. They were in the cafeteria of a hastily-constructed refugee facility, located in the freezing tundra where the cold-blooded dinosaurs could not get them. The quality of life here was dismal enough; these facilities were overcrowded and understaffed. But, Roger suspected that this was not the reason why Amanda had looked so sullen the past few days. He recognized this look… it was the same one she had throughout her years of post-traumatic depression. After all it took to bring her back, this was a very alarming development to Roger. In a vain attempt to lighten the mood, he picked up his sandwich and said, "If the blizzard outside doesn't kill us first, then this so-called 'food' will do the job." Amanda glanced up at Roger, seemingly asking how he could possibly be joking at a time like this. Didn't he understand the gravity of their situation? Roger sighed heavily, putting the sandwich down. "It helps me cope," he explained. "I have to be strong. Doubly so, for your sake as well as mine. If I'm not strong, then I'll surely collapse under the weight of all we've been through." Amanda looked down and started picking at her food in the same manner as someone who had already lost their appetite. "It has been more than anyone should bear," murmured Roger. "Even though there was nothing I could have done, I still feel survivor's guilt. I wish I could've been there for them. Maybe I could've saved them… or maybe we would've been united in death, instead of cruelly separated by fate. My children… my little children… Lisa… oh, Lisa…" In that moment of vulnerability, he became too choked up to continue. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He buried his face in his hands in a futile attempt to hide it from Amanda. How could he be strong for her like this? Amanda looked up in alarm, and then she leaned in and wrapped her arms around her brother in an effort to comfort him. Roger chuckled softly as he wiped away a tear on his cheek. "Perhaps I can't be strong for you any longer. Now, you're the one who's strong for me." Amanda intently locked eyes with Roger, reminding him that family looks out for one another. "Yes," said Roger. "I just hate the feeling of being powerless. As I've said before, we can't change the past… we're bound to feel helpless if we try. That's why I look out for you, because it's something I can do. That's why I have to be strong. I just wish there was more I could do." Roger and Amanda sat together in silent contemplation. Then, he glanced up at a poster hanging on a nearby wall. He stood up and walked over to it, taking off his glasses and cleaning their lenses, and got a closer look. It depicted a stylized capital letter D printed against a lime green background. He recognized that this was a recruitment poster for D.I.N.O. Attack. There were many of these posters hanging throughout the facilities, trying to recruit as many volunteers as they could so they would not have to rely so heavily on conscription. Some of the more cynical refugees even speculated that the less-than-stellar quality of life in these overcrowded facilities was deliberate, to encourage more people to join the team and escape this gilded cage. As Roger stared at the post, it dawned on him just how appealing the idea could be. "This is it, Amanda," he realized. "This is what we need." He turned to face his sister, who was looking at him quizzically. "Don't you see?" he exclaimed. "We don't have to be powerless! This is our chance to do something, not just sitting helplessly on the sidelines. We can do our part in ensuring that there will never again be a family taken by this apocalypse. No one will suffer the losses that we have. Children will grow up with their whole lives ahead of them… which Tyler, Sarah, and Theresa never got to experience. Never again will these mutants take the life of your dearly beloved better half, as they have with mine. Lisa… this is what she would have wanted." Amanda stood up and walked over to the poster, examining it alongside Roger. She gave her brother a skeptical look, a raised eyebrow asking how they would be qualified in fighting prehistoric mutants. "It's perfect, really," explained Roger. "I'm a paleontologist; I know these dinosaurs better than nearly everyone else in this cafeteria, and that's not an exaggerated claim. Furthermore, I've overheard reports of underground nests that Dino Attack has been hesitant to neutralize due to last year's seismic activities; since they've had difficulty finding Power Miners or Rock Raiders to recruit, I'm certain that my studies in seismology would prove useful there. I'd be able to guide the team, knowing which tunnels are safe and which would be prone to earthquakes or volcanic eruption. And you, Amanda… you already have a lot of combat experience, don't you? You know how to use a gun, a knife, a sniper rifle, and other weapons… you'd make a good soldier!" At this, Amanda winced and averted her gaze. Roger sighed. "I didn't mean… Look, I know we both promised that you'd leave that life behind for good. This… this is something different altogether. You'll be fighting as part of something far greater than ourselves… a fight to save the world and all those who live in it. You already have the skills… these are merely tools that can be used for good just as much as for evil. It's your choice how you use them… and deep down, you already know the right choice to make." Amanda looked up at Roger as he echoed the words that meant so much to her. "This isn't just turning over a new leaf… This is redemption." Now, Amanda seemed to seriously consider it. Roger watched as the gears turned in her head. "Once again, the best way to avenge a death is to save a life," said Roger. "And maybe… just maybe… one of us will do something significant. Something that will be written about in the history books for future generations. Everyone will know Amanda Remous as the hero, long after the world has forgotten about villains like Silencia Venomosa and Don Bricassius. And I promise to be right here beside you for as long as you need me." Now, Amanda no longer seemed depressed. She stood upright, her hands clenched into fists and a firm expression on her face. Roger saw her confidence restored, but where there was once cold indifference to the world around her, there was now a fierce determination. She looked… heroic, even. It was as though she came to terms with who she was and what she could become. She turned to face her brother and nodded. She was going to do it. Now that he had finally saved Amanda, it was time for Roger to save the world. "Welcome to the Dino Attack cause," declared Roger, "my dear sister." ---- "We need backup!" "Since when do T-Rexes shoot lasers from their eyes?" "Excuse me! I'm in need of medical attention!" "There's a raptor nest here, but some street gang keeps harassing us and won't let us neutralize it. Requesting authorization for... uh, aggressive negotiations." "I'll slay every last one of you dragons!" "Never give up, never surrender!" "Did Zed just join Dino Attack Team?" Just a few moments ago, the parking lot outside the ruined shopping center had been as quiet and still as the grave. Rex thought it was incredible how the arrival of Rick and his squad suddenly transformed the area into a chaotic battleground. He steered his Steel Sprinter through the maze of rubble and abandoned cars, but the remains of downtown's pre-apocalyptic days were the least of his concerns. All around him, dozens of ferocious Mutant Lizards snapped their jaws at him, sometimes missing by mere inches. The air was filled with snarling and hissing as the lizards pursued their prey. Rex took aim with his Sonic Screamer and fired. Without any prior experience in firearms, he struggled to aim the large weapon, but luckily, the lizards were so numerous that nearly every shot was guaranteed to hit a target. He already taken down a few, but for every one he shot down, another took its place. "Looks like we've stirred the hive!" he called out as a pack of Mutant Lizards chased after his Steel Sprinter. Fortunately, the sounds of growling and hissing gave way to the firing of the Xenon Multi-Mode Launcher as Rick's Fire Hammer provided cover. "Yeah!" Rick's voice rang out on the radio. "How do you little buggers like that? There's plenty more where that came from, so come get some!" "There's plenty more where they came from, too!" retorted Walker, who drove past Rex with at least dozen Mutant Lizards pursuing him. Rex drove after Walker and tried to provide backup. He successfully shot down a few of the lizards, but was suddenly forced to swerve to the left to avoid a flying glob of acid. Turned around, he fired upon the lizard that had spat at him. As the mutant fell, Rex took note of its yellow scales. He remembered that the acid-spitting lizard he and Einstein had encountered in Mercy Hospital was also yellow. "Interesting," he murmured under his breath, wondering if the colors of the lizards' scales denoted particular strains of the mutation. "Hey, Walker!" Rex heard Lisa's voice on the radio. "Just pretend they're all carrying credit cards!" Seconds later, gunshots rang out as Walker started madly firing his pistol while yelling incoherently, followed by the sounds of screeching lizards. Rex laughed and shook his head, impressed that Lisa's idea had worked so successfully. Then, frowning, his glanced around and looked for Williams, whose Steel Sprinter was nowhere to be seen. He briefly listened to the comm chatter, hoping to hear Williams' voice. "... until SUDDENLY DINOSAURS." "That's odd. Are the trains still running?" "Bogey on my six. Get this reptile off of me!" "Dinosaur activity has been reported at Enchanted Island. I'd recommend sending a squad of six heroes to take care of the problem." "Last one to the Res-Q station is a rotten egg!" "Nah, I think that was Raines." "Dinosaurs, Francis! They're mutant dinosaurs, not dragons!" "What? Don't be an idiot!" "Hey, don't use that word. Say 'cool dude' instead." "Did they send me children when I asked for men?" "Williams!" Rex called out, feeling worried. "What's your stat-" He was cut off by the unexpected sound of music. A bombastic military march resonated through the air as another Steel Sprinter raced past him. Rex felt relieved when he recognized the ATV's driver as Williams. "Hey, are you playin' music, mate?" inquired Rick. "Why not? I figured it could boost morale and make the action even more exciting," explained Williams. "And it's workin', alright!" said Rick, laughing. "Why didn't I think of this? Remind me to install some subwoofers in the back of this Fire Hammer when we get back to the garage. Life calls for some adventure music!" Rex steered his Street Sprinter around an overturned pickup truck and was immediately greeted by a group of Mutant Lizards. They eyed him hungrily, sneering with sharp teeth. He aimed his Sonic Screamer at them but did not get a chance to shoot. A large van barreled through the parking lot towards them, plowing through everything in its path. Rex swerved out of the way even as the lizards scattered to avoid being run over. As it passed, he could see that the van was covered with makeshift armor composed of steel plates, lattices, and chains. The windows were barred and he could not make out the faces of those inside. Just as quickly as it had arrived, the armored van was gone. Incredulous, Rex spoke into the radio. "Rick, did you see that van? It doesn't look like a Dino Attack vehicle to me." "I'd reckon it's one of them survivors," suggested Rick. "Most civilians are still unaccounted for. Those who haven't been rescued and evacuated over the past two weeks learned to fend for themselves and make use of whatever scraps they can salvage." Rex nodded. "How resourceful," he murmured. "We could use more men like that in the team." "I found one of the nests!" reported Lisa. "It's over by-" Rex did not hear the rest of the message. A Mutant Lizard with black scales screeched shrilly before pouncing onto the front of his Steel Sprinter. Startled, Rex scrambled to point his Sonic Screamer at the creature, but with a swing of its tail, it knocked the weapon out of his hand. Growling, it bared its teeth at him. Thinking quickly, Rex slammed on the brakes. As the ATV skidded to a stop, the lizard was flung off his vehicle and landed beside a large black truck. The impact left the lizard with a large scratch across its snout. It was back on its feet in seconds and snarled angrily, ready to attack once more. Adrenaline kicked in as Rex found himself in the primal choice between fight or flight. His eyes narrowed, he gritted his teeth, and he balled his hands into fists as he made his decision. Although he had lost his weapon, he was not going to back down. In an attempt to intimidate his opponent, he yelled: "Get some, you freak of nature!" Then, a gaping red eye opened on the side of the large black form that, Rex now realized to his horror, was not actually a truck but rather the head of a colossal beast. Rudely awakened from its slumber, it produced a deep, guttural rumbling from its throat. Then, it lifted itself off the pavement and reached towards the heavens, bellowing an earth-shaking roar like the sound of thunder. The Mutant Lizard screeched in terror and scampered away as quickly as it could. Rex was awestruck by the sight, finding that he could not help but admire the behemoth. Such raw power, such unbound strength. A feral force of nature with the terrible wrath of a hurricane. "It's... beautiful..." he whispered, unable to pull his eyes away. "It's a MegaBloking T-Rex!" screamed Walker. "Retreat!" Rick laughed, almost maniacally. "Now this is more like it! C'mon, mates! Let's give it a burl!" "Are you mad?" gasped Lisa. "You're gonna get us all killed!" "What's the matter, sheila? Afraid of dyin' young? March forward, Williams! Tear those lizards apart, Lisa! Keep firing that pistol, Walker! And Rex, you-" Rex did not hear his order, as it was cut off by the Mutant T-Rex's second roar. He shook his head, snapping himself out of his awed stupor and back into a very dangerous present reality. The T-Rex leered down upon him, and Rex was willing to bet that, after being rudely awoken by screeching and shouting, it was not in a pleasant mood. The T-Rex raised one massive foot, easily the size of the Steel Sprinter, and Rex suddenly knew that he would be crushed like an insect if he did not act in that instant. He threw the ATV into reverse and floored it, backing away just before the foot came crashing down upon the pavement. The whole city block shook with the impact. Even if Rick thought that a team of rookies in ATVs could possibly take down a T-Rex on their first mission, Rex knew that he would be dead meat if he did not regroup with the others. Shifting the gear back into drive, he turned around and sped away, making a hasty retreat. The Mutant T-Rex roared in indignation. Daring to glance over his shoulder, Rex saw that the dinosaur was now pursuing him. Each footfall of the great beast felt like the firing of a cannon as it crushed everything in its path, leaving a trail of debris in its wake. Although the Steel Sprinter had a head start, the small vehicle would quickly be overtaken. Unless... Rex remembered what Rick had said about the Steel Sprinter ATVs: their greatest strengths were speed and maneuverability. It would not be fast enough to escape a T-Rex, but a beast that size would have difficulty reacting to the movements of a smaller, more agile target. With that thought in mind, Rex waited until the T-Rex had nearly caught up to him before making a sudden sharp turn to the right. Sure enough, the T-Rex's bulk made it difficult for it to react, and so Rex was able to buy himself a few extra seconds as the dinosaur's momentum carried it in the wrong direction. In those extra seconds, Rex came up with a plan. He unlimbered the rope that he had wrapped around his torso as he made another sharp turn to throw off the T-Rex again, then began tying it into a lasso. In his head, he could see the scenario playing out perfectly as he used the Steel Sprinter's agility to his advantage, weaving in and out between the T-Rex's legs while wrapping the rope around its ankles. "The greater the beast," he murmured to himself, "the harder he will-" A shrill screech was the only warning Rex had before a dark shape hit him. Suddenly, he bore a great weight on his back and struggled to keep himself from falling off his vehicle. Straining his neck, he glanced over his shoulder and saw the face of a black-scaled Mutant Lizard staring back at him, with a familiar scratch across its snout. "Great," Rex muttered. "The last thing I needed was an uninvited hitchhiker." He tried to shake the lizard off his back, but it clung on tightly even as he swerved the Steel Sprinter left and right like a drunkard. The lizard tried to snap at him, so Rex responded with a quick punch to its snout. This only enraged the creature, which snarled and started to claw at him. Rex realized that he would not have a chance to use the rope against the T-Rex as he had planned if the Mutant Lizard killed him first. Gritting his teeth, he threw his lasso up at the hissing, scratching, biting creature on his back, and then tugged with all of his strength. The lasso had wrapped around the lizard's neck. Feeling itself caught, the lizard began writhing wildly in an attempt to get loose, but its erratic movements only got itself tangled in the rope. "Yes!" whispered Rex, grinning in triumph as the Mutant Lizard screeched again. And then everything went black. It was a strange sensation, to say the least. Rex could still hear, feel, and smell the world around him, so he knew that he was still alive and conscious, and there was nothing that hit him or could have otherwise impaired his vision. His eyes were wide open, and yet, as if he had been blindfolded, he had lost his sight and became trapped in a world of pitch-black darkness. He remembered a similar incident in Mercy Hospital. Could it be the black-scaled Mutant Lizard that was casting this field of shadow? With a feeling of panic, Rex realized that he was still driving his Steel Sprinter through a debris-filled city with a Mutant Lizard on his back and a Mutant T-Rex chasing him... and he was completely blind while doing so. He scrambled through the darkness to pick up his radio. "Mayday!" he shouted. "Mayday! I'm driving blind and-" CRASH! Rex's stomach lurched as he felt a brief sensation of flying through the air before crashing down upon the ground. At once, his sight returned to him, and he was seeing stars. He ached all over and felt as though a rockslide had fallen on his head. Still, he was alive, and he found the strength to slowly pick himself up and look around, trying to get his bearings. He found himself in what appeared to be a small deli, though much of the food was gone, most likely scavenged by survivors or dinosaurs. There was broken glass all over the floor, and he winced as he wondered if he had crashed through the window and potentially cut himself with glass shards. Fortunately, with most of his skin covered by his Dino Attack uniform, he appeared to be safe in that regard, though he was still sure that he must have been bruised from head to toe. He found his Steel Sprinter, overturned and nestled between a smashed table and pair of chairs. Although Rex was no mechanic, he was willing to wager that it was in no condition to drive. Searching through the wreckage, he recovered his radio. "This is agent Rex," he spoke into the radio. "My Steel Sprinter crashed in a deli on... uh..." He poked his head outside the building just for a moment to look for a street sign. "It's a deli called 'Tzenovich's Sandwiches' on Playwell Avenue. Please send help!" In response, he only received white noise. There was not even any comm chatter from other squads. Rex bit his lip. He prayed that the radio did not break during the crash. It appeared to be working, with a frequency set to 141.12, but for whatever reason, he could not contact his teammates. Worried, he paced around the deli as he considered his options. If he left the deli, he would leave himself at the mercy of a dangerous city overrun by dinosaurs. If he stayed in the deli, he had no idea how long it would take before he could be found, and would he be found first by Dino Attack or by a hungry dinosaur? Rex was so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly tripped over a body lying on the floor. Snapping back to reality, he regained his balance and then looked down to see who it was. It was the black-scaled Mutant Lizard. It was still alive, but the creature was so tangled in rope that it could barely move. Several large shards of glass were embedded in its tail, which bled onto the floor. Immediately, Rex knew what had to be done. He ran behind the counter and found a large knife for cutting bread and meat. Then, he walked back to the lizard, stood over its body, raised the knife, and prepared to end the miserable creature's life. The Mutant Lizard stared back up at him. It whimpered softly and slightly raised its injured tail off the floor in a futile effort to ward him off. Rex's hand stayed. Here he was, finally able to bring an end to this monster that had caused him so much trouble. This was doing his part to save the world from the threat of these beasts. So why was it so hard for him to finish the job? Rex shut his eyes, and his breathing became heavy. "Just do it!" he whispered to himself through clenched teeth, but his arm muscles would not obey. He stole just one more glance downward at the pitiful creature. There was no mistaking it now: there was fear in the Mutant Lizard's eyes. He could not handle it anymore. Rex threw the knife down upon the floor, and it rang with a clatter when it hit the tiles. Angry with himself for his own weakness, he let out a disgusted sound as he sat down beside the lizard and buried his face in his hands. Out there in the shopping center's parking lot, when it was Rex and four other soldiers up against a whole nest of Mutant Lizards, he did not find it difficult to shoot them down. It was different then. To him, they were a bunch of nameless, faceless, mindless monsters driven by urges to destroy and kill, and he was doing his proud duty to the world by exterminating them. The only thing holding him back was his inexperience in aiming firearms, for he surely could have taken even more lizards down if he had been trained beforehand. However, this particular Mutant Lizard, which now lay beside him in a tangled mess of rope, was more than just a faceless shadow. Twice, it had pounced onto his Steel Sprinter and tried to kill him. The first time, they inadvertently woke up a T-Rex. The second time, they crashed into the deli and left him stranded without radio contact. For all intents and purposes, Rex knew that he had more reason to want to kill this particular lizard for all the trouble that it had caused him. And yet, when he stood there over its fallen, vulnerable form, and they looked at each other eye-to-eye... he suddenly found himself unable to perform the act of ending this creature's life. But why? Rex glanced back at the Mutant Lizard beside him, which was still staring warily at him. "Why," he murmured, "would a mindless killing machine know fear?" He exhaled slowly as an epiphany dawned upon him. Dino Attack's purpose is to destroy these monsters, he thought. How can we achieve that goal if we let ourselves become monsters in the process? The tremors of great footsteps snapped Rex out of his thoughts. He looked out the broken window to see a Mutant T-Rex, most likely the very one that they had woken up, prowling Playwell Avenue. The beast's red eyes scanned the street and shops for prey, and Rex guessed that it was hoping to find those two pesky nuisances who dared to disturb its sleep. I'm too close to the window, thought Rex. If it sees me, it can just poke its snout in and swallow me whole! Slowly, he rose to his feet, then took a couple steps back. He froze when he heard the high-pitched crunch of glass beneath his boots. The T-Rex instantly turned its head in his direction, and he could feel its red eyes boring into him. Once more, the primal instinct of flight or fight kicked in, and this time, Rex knew that flight was the appropriate response. He turned on his heel and sprinted towards the deli counter, as far away from the broken window as he could get. However, halfway there, he skidded to a stop and glanced back at the Mutant Lizard on the floor, still helpless and tied up in rope. Already, the T-Rex had lumbered towards the deli. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered. Before he could second-guess himself, Rex was running back to the Mutant Lizard's form. He grabbed the ropes and tugged with all of his might, dragging the lizard across the floor and towards the counter. He did not get very far before the T-Rex poked its head in through the window. A pair of great nostrils loomed over Rex and the lizard, sniffing the air between them. Razor-sharp jaws were mere inches away, and he could taste its rancid breath as hot air washed over him. Fortunately, the window was not large enough to allow the beast to get any closer. Beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, Rex continued to tug at the ropes and pull the Mutant Lizard to safety, putting as much distance as he could between them and the T-Rex's jaws. He did not stop until they were both hidden behind the counter. The Mutant T-Rex let out a low growl as its prey literally slipped out from under its nose. Then, to Rex's relief, it pulled its head out of the deli and resumed lumbering down Playwell Avenue. While he had no doubt that the T-Rex could have easily ripped the building from its foundation, he guessed that, perhaps, the towering behemoth had decided that a pair of scrawny snacks would not have been worth the effort. Rex's heartbeat did not return to normal until the beast's great footfalls were distant and no longer shook the street. Only then did he let out a long sigh, easing his tense muscles. The trail of blood along the floor drew his attention back to the Mutant Lizard's tail. He pursed his lips. It would have been pointless to save the lizard from the T-Rex's jaws only to have the poor creature die from blood loss. He bent down and gently laid one hand on the lizard's tail. Then, with the other, he carefully grabbed the largest of the glass shards embedded in its flesh, then slowly pulled it out. As he predicted, the lizard screeched and writhed in pain, but he kept his hand placed firmly on the tail, holding it in place so it would not hurt itself. "Hush," he whispered. "I know this hurts, but I'm trying to help you." He knew that the lizard would not understand his words, but he hoped it could understand his tone. One by one, in a slow and meticulous procedure, Rex removed each glass fragment from the lizard's tail. They left deep, open cuts in the flesh, so when he was finished, Rex ripped off his left shirt sleeve and wrapped the fabric around the lizard's tail. It was, by no means, a sterile bandage, and he wondered if the wounds would become infected, but at the very least he hoped that it would help stop the bleeding. "There we go," he murmured, gently patting the lizard. "That's better, isn't it?" The lizard stared at him, then quickly glanced at a few strips of corned beef laid out on top of the counter. Rex nodded, understanding what it wanted. He stood, took the corned beef, and put it down beside the lizard. It sniffed tentatively at the meat, then snapped it up in a couple quick bites. Once more, Rex sat down beside the Mutant Lizard. He took out his radio and looked it over one more time. He sighed, shaking his head. It did not appear to be damaged. No dents, no snapped parts, no missing pieces. It just simply was not picking up anything at the frequency of 141.12... "Wait a second, that's not right." Rex blinked as a realization dawned upon him. For several minutes, he adjusted a dial and set the frequency to various different numbers before finally settling upon 140.15. Instantly, the radio crackled to life with comm chatter: "Don't be ridiculous. He's got to be, what, a hundred years old by now? I don't care if he'd be up for a quest next year; he's too old to be fighting dinosaurs." "Seriously, are you two still arguing about that?" "I swear, this whole thing is just a shameless rip-off of that one movie with the dragons!" "I love the smell of dinosaurs in the morning!" "How many times do I have to tell you? This comm chatter is for serious discussions only. No more movie quotes or pop-culture references!" "Ah, you're no fun anymore!" "I repeat: come in, Rex, do you read me?" "Backup has arrived!" "Loud and clear, Rick!" Rex spoke into the radio. "This is Rex!" Rick responded with a hearty laugh. "Honcho! You had us - uh, I mean, you had the other rookies worried! What happened?" "I got blindsided by a Mutant Lizard and crashed my Steel Sprinter," explained Rex. "I've got more bruises than I'd care to mention, but otherwise I'm okay. The Steel Sprinter's busted, though, and it took a while to get the radio working again... the crash must have knocked it off the right frequency. I'm in a deli called Tzenovich's Sandwiches, located on Playwell Avenue." "Stay where you are, mate," ordered Rick. "We're comin' for you! Now, just hang on tight, and we'll be there as soon as we can!" With a sigh of relief, all tension seemed to leave Rex's body. They were on their way, and he would be rescued. Then, he turned back to look at the Mutant Lizard. It still stared at him, unable to move or escape from the rope knotted around its form. Rex frowned. When Rick and the rookies arrived, they would surely notice that the creature was still alive, and he could not be sure that they would understand why. Rex sighed. "You're nothing but trouble, aren't you?" Slowly, he rose to his feet and returned to the broken window, where he retrieved the knife. Then, he walked back to the lizard, bent down, and solemnly raised the blade once more. I can't take any chances, he decided. I have to do this now. And he cut the rope. No sooner had he done so that the Mutant Lizard sprang to its feet again and then pounced upon him, tackling him to the floor. Caught by surprise, Rex dropped the knife and now lay pinned beneath the lizard's claws. His heart pounded in his ears and he swallowed hard, knowing that he had just made a foolish mistake and was about to pay the ultimate price. The lizard locked eyes with him and pulled back its lips, hissing as it bared its teeth. And then, to Rex's astonishment, the Mutant Lizard turned and scampered away. Rex lay on the floor for a few more moments, unable to do anything more than blink in incredulity. He could not believe what just happened. The Mutant Lizard did not go for the kill. When his breathing returned to normal, he stood and walked to the broken window. He only caught a brief glimpse of the black-scaled Mutant Lizard, with his left sleeve still wrapped around part of its tail. It briefly glanced back in his direction before quickly disappearing into a dark alley. Where was it going? Off to stir up more trouble for Dino Attack Team, he supposed. Despite himself, Rex chuckled softly as he shook his head. "That's right. That's what you are. Trouble." Only a few minutes later, Rex heard a triumphant militaristic march announce the arrival of the rest of his squad. The Fire Hammer, followed by three Steel Sprinters, parked in front of the deli. Rick climbed out of the jeep, looked Rex over, and grinned. "Well, there you are, honcho. Too bad you missed out on all the fun!" Rex wiped sweat off his forehead and shrugged. "I think I've had plenty of fun today." Walker rolled his eyes. "Yeah, 'fun' is one way to describe it." Williams smiled gently. "It's a relief to see that you're alright, Rex." Lisa ran up to him with a worried look on her face and started asking a dozen questions too quickly for him to answer any. "Oh my First Builders! What happened to you? Are you okay? Were there any dinos? Why wasn't your radio working? I was trying a bunch of radio frequencies to reach you! What happened to your shirt? You're missing a whole sleeve!" Rick laughed, patting Rex on the shoulder. "I see you just wanted to show off a little manly muscle, eh? Good on you! Keep followin' my lead, and you'll be an elite agent in no time!" "I don't think being sleeveless has anything to do with ranking," muttered Walker. "And that little bugger who blindsided you," continued Rick, "I trust you took care of it, right?" Rex nodded firmly. "I took care of it, sir." That was all he said. "Good, good," said Rick, grinning. "Now, you see, I could have easily beaten it with my bare hands the same way I wrestled 'em crocs back home, but I imagine you city folk don't see much of them, so this was a very good learnin' experience for you!" "Yes," murmured Rex. "It was a very good learning experience." Rick clapped his hands together. "Alright, rookies! I'd say this trainin' mission went brilliantly! Let's get back to base, because you earned a good rest. Be up bright and early tomorrow mornin', though, because we still got plenty to do! Another day, another adventure!" With a beckoning gesture, Lisa said, "Come on, Rex. Let's take you away from this place." Since they were now one vehicle short, Lisa volunteered to let Rex drive her Steel Sprinter while she took the passenger seat in Rick's Fire Hammer. Dino Attack Team would later retrieve the crashed ATV from the deli and bring it back to base for repairs. As he climbed onto the Steel Sprinter, Rex leaned in close to Williams, who was parked right next to him. "What do you think about all of this?" he whispered. Williams frowned. "What do you mean?" "Exterminating the Mutant Dinos," explained Rex. "I mean, I understand why we're doing it... after all, they created the apocalypse... but maybe they're not the monsters we make them out to be. Perhaps they're just wild and confused animals trying to act on instinct in a world that's 65 million years beyond them. I don't think Rick, Walker, or Lisa would understand, and I'm asking you because... well..." Williams chuckled. "I strike you as the sort of fellow who would rather see the dinosaurs as majestic, beautiful beings than dark, evil monsters?" "Well... yes." Williams shook his head. "I cannot deny that what we're dealing with is no ordinary outbreak of prehistoric reptiles. For whatever reason, these aren't like the dinosaurs at Adventurers' Island. These are mutants, and they seem far more volatile and vicious than their natural brethren." "I know," sighed Rex, "but that being said... perhaps we should be focusing on capturing them and studying them so we can learn about their true nature and finding a cure for the mutation... you know, instead of just mindlessly killing them. It's the apocalypse, but we can't afford to sacrifice our humanity and become monsters in our fight for survival." "Darkness cannot drive out darkness," murmured Williams. "Only light can do that." Rex's eyes widened, and he nodded. "Yes, exactly!" Williams smiled gently. "For what it's worth, Rex, I do believe that, in the end, life will find a way. It always does. And life... life is an awfully big adventure." As the Dino Attack agents started up their engines and departed from Playwell Avenue, Rex shot one last glance down the dark alley where the Mutant Lizard had gone. He thought he might have imagined it, but he saw a pair of eyes in the shadows watching him leave. For some reason, Rex thought, I've got a feeling that I haven't seen the last of that Mutant Lizard. He continued to let his mind wander as he followed the others back to Dino Attack Headquarters. If we ever saw each other again, would we recognize one another? Yes, of course we would. So long as my left sleeve is still wrapped around that lizard's tail, I'd certainly recognize him. When we return to base, maybe I'll have the opportunity to speak with the founding members about this. I could try appealing to Specs' scientific nature. Perhaps, even, they could grant me permission to catch that little troublemaker the next time I see him. That way, we could study him and learn the truth about this mutation. We could certainly learn a lot more from a living specimen. Who knows? I might even learn how to train a Mutant Lizard! Rex smiled to himself as he reflected upon Williams' words. Life is an awfully big adventure. ---- Link to review topic: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/29406-review-dino-attack-rpg/
  3. A young Vortixx hailing from Xia, Roodaka has traveled far and wide across the Matoran Universe to lend a healing hand to those in need. With her extensive knowledge of medicine, she provides cures to a wide variety of ailments, from the poison of Lerahk to the venom of Visorak. Her staff generates a protective barrier to block incoming attacks, while her Rhotuka can restore anything to its original state. Her reputation is so great, the name "Roodaka" has become synonymous with "mercy". No one is sure why a Vortixx, a member of the race that deals only in business and profit, would go out of her way to act so altruistically. Rumors have circulated that she once saw a vision... a dark mirror of the person she could become. Perhaps then, Roodaka has adopted this solemn duty out of determination to never follow that path into darkness. ----- When BS01 announced their "Legends and Infamy" contest, I immediately had an idea for which villainous character would be fun to reimagine as a hero. Turned out it was quite the popular idea, since two other entries also tackled the same subject. With a villain as memorable as Roodaka, that shouldn't be too surprising. The canonical Roodaka is the archetypal seductive femme fatale, visually illustrated by her design that emphasizes certain features. With that in mind, my method of taking the character and making her heroic meant distancing her from her original sultry appearance, especially since there's a certain trope for associating heroes with modest clothing and villains with revealing outfits. Therefore, if the original set looked like she was wearing a silver bikini, then this MOC would be wearing a white dress instead. That's where I got the idea for a more angelic visual motif, since the good pure angel is about as far as you can get from the evil sexy seductress. In turn, interpreting the design of an angel in a series with a futuristic aesthetic led to some loose inspiration drawn from Mercy in Overwatch, as you might be able to tell from this MOC's name. I even sketched some quick concept art just to get my thoughts down on paper. I considered including more angelic qualities such as a halo or wings, but I thought this would risk taking it too far; still, I decided to keep the visual motif by incorporating the design of feathered wings into her staff and dress. Imagining the MOC in my head was the easy part. Actually building it was an entirely different story. Since my entire BIONICLE collection is currently boxed up in storage, I was restricted to using LEGO Digital Designer and its limited library. I put together an initial "sketch" model, just to establish the "bottom of the barrel" and see what needed improvement (basically, everything). As goofy and terrible as the "sketch" model looks, it was actually really useful for teaching me what I needed to focus on, such as anatomy. All in all, I'm very satisfied with the end result. I haven't done nearly as much BIONICLE MOCing since the end of G1, so the BS01 contest gave me a good opportunity to stretch these muscles. I think I've struck a ideal balance between building an original model from scratch and keeping it recognizably Roodaka, with several pieces (such as the gears in the staff) chosen specifically as a callback to the original set. It's far from perfect, and the other contest entries blow mine out of the water... but for me personally, this was a very successful MOC, and I'm happy with how it turned out. Some other images of interest: Closeup on the head Closeup on the Rhotuka Alternate model with Roodaka's original color scheme Roodaka versus Roodaka Full Brickshelf gallery Comments are appreciated. Constructive criticism is welcome.
  4. A LEGO set called "T-Rex Transport" that includes an adult T-Rex, a baby theropod, a truck with a detachable cage trailer, a vehicle with a predominantly blue and grey color scheme, and one female minifig in a set otherwise populated with male minifigs? Huh, I could've sworn that LEGO already released this set 18 years ago...
  5. I'm afraid I don't know too much about this... but I do know who to ask! The folks over at Rock Raiders United are very good at figuring out how to run old LEGO games (like Rock Raiders or Soccer Mania) on newer computers. If there's not already a topic for supporting Soccer Mania on Windows 10, you can always ask them yourself. I'm sure they'll be able to help you out!
  6. No, I meant what I said: the Electric Spiders (named here). Note that the Electric Spider and Fikou-Nui share the "Roborider head" abdomen and "ball joint" eyes. Aside from that, it's admittedly difficult to see any more similarities from the tiny sprite size, but it does lend enough weight to Pereki's hypothesis that it seems rather likely that the rest of their bodies (minus the larger abdomen, legs, and jaws of the Fikou-Nui) should be built very similarly. Judging from Pereki's recreation, the Cliff Bug has a considerably different and much simpler build compared to the Electric Spider and Fikou-Nui. EDIT: I figured I'd share a preview of what I've been working on recently... EDIT (again): Well, since my project fell by the wayside a while ago, I'll just share the LXF files for QftT Rahi and TLoMN Rahi.
  7. The last time I wrote a long post about BIONICLE Heroes on BZPower, the forums got hacked later that night and my post was deleted in the aftermath. Let's hope I have better luck this time... BIONICLE Heroes has a lot going for it. You may certainly find it cathartic to demolish your way past waves and waves of Bohrok, Visorak, and Vahki, which could be just as mindlessly addictive as munching on junk food snacks. There is some replayability in the form of certain collectibles that cannot be collected until Vezon and Fenrakk are defeated and all the Toa Inika have been upgraded, so completionists will find some longevity. The graphics are rather nice for the time, with the large environments giving Voya Nui a similar scale of mystery and history as the island of Mata Nui, and so many objects in the game can be built with LEGO, BIONICLE, and Technic pieces from your own collection. If you find slapstick to be funny, the cutscenes will give you plenty of laughs. The soundtrack is simply fantastic, with each zone having its distinct musical style so that you're bound to find at least one you'll enjoy. Honestly, what's the one major problem with the game? It's the game itself. It's a third-person shooter, which means the whole game is focused on combat and shooting. In this genre, a major source of challenge is being able to accurately aim at your enemies so you can shoot them. This game strips away that challenge by having the Toa automatically aim and lock onto a particular on-screen enemy or object, indicated by the green line of sight. The result is that you're just mindlessly pressing the shoot button over and over while the Toa does all the work of actually aiming. Think about how aimbots are considered cheating in online multiplayer games, and then realize that this entire game has an aimbot that can never be turned off. To be fair, you have games like Metroid Prime where you can lock onto enemies to keep them at the center of the screen and make aiming much easier. But, Metroid Prime is classified as a "first-person adventure" game, not a first-person shooter... the combat is not the main focus of this game. Besides, the lock-on is manual, not automatic; the player doesn't let the game do all the work for them. Additionally, in the Metroid Prime games released for the Wii (Corruption and Trilogy), the lock-on only keeps the enemy on the center of the screen... it's still up to the player to actually aim at the enemy. Last, but certainly not least... even with the lock-on, Metroid Prime still offers a significant challenge. BIONICLE Heroes doesn't offer that challenge. Enemies don't deal a lot of damage per hit, you can fully heal yourself by picking up a Kanohi mask, and your only penalty for losing all your health is losing your current Toa Inika. You can even take advantage of the latter two, since you can switch to a Toa whose mask is nearby, lose that Toa, and then immediately regain that Toa upon collecting his/her mask. But the worst offender of all is Hero Mode. As soon as you collect a certain number of Technic pieces, Hero Mode is automatically activated. Your Toa turns golden, your health is fully replenished, a shockwave damages all enemies within a certain radius, the music switches to one particular track, your attacks receive a huge boost in strength, and you are complete invincible. This lasts until you activate a Golden Constraction. In Piraka boss battles, this may happen right away... but in the levels themselves, you'll fill up your Hero Mode meter LONG before finding a Golden Constraction, because enemies and destructible objects drop a lot of Technic pieces. Hero Mode strips away any semblance of challenge from the game. You'll spend the majority of your gameplay completely invincible with just one song playing on loop ad nauseam (which is all that it takes to turn an exciting song into an ear-grating annoyance). You know what's even worse? As I said, this is automatically activated. You have no choice in the matter... well, actually, you do. The only way to avoid Hero Mode is to deliberately avoid picking up Technic pieces. After blowing a bunch of enemies to smithereens and having their pieces litter the floor in front of you, you need to sit there and wait for them to fade away before progressing. That's not fun. What's particularly surprising is that the game wasn't always like this. The PC demo, available for download before the game was released, has a different version of Hero Mode. You still fill up the meter just as fast, and you still get all the perks of invincibility and such, but... it's only temporary. Using Hero Mode drains the Hero Mode meter, and once it's down to zero, you're back to normal. Therefore, instead of being automatically activating Hero Mode, filling the meter gives you the option to manually activate Hero Mode. This is a small difference with profound impact. It changes Hero Mode from "thing that makes the majority of the game way too easy" to "temporary power-up to be used only when you need it". This is so much better... why did they change it before release? The result is that BIONICLE Heroes offers no challenge. It's mindless. I can't even call it an experience, because that would imply that I experienced something. And it's a real shame, because I can tell that a lot was put into the presentation of the game... like I said, the graphics are nice and the soundtrack is amazing. If TT Games had gone with the LEGO Star Wars style of gameplay, they could've had something fun here. But in their effort to try a different genre, only to dumb it down for the little kiddies, they lost everything that makes that genre enjoyable to play. Overall, I give the PC and console versions of BIONICLE Heroes a "junk food" out of 10. It's tasty and addictive, but lacks substance and satisfaction that a real fulfilling meal would give you. If you want my advice... play the Nintendo DS version instead. It's a completely different game. It's a first-person shooter, which is the most obvious difference... but it strips away almost all of the PC/console versions' problems with difficulty and challenge (or rather, lack thereof). There is no automatic aiming. Enemies can and will kill you if you're not careful. The only way to recover health is to find a few seconds of cover, which is often easier said than done when enemies are firing at you from all over the room. And Hero Mode? It's just like in the PC demo, but it doesn't even make you invincible! The only major criticism of the DS version is that its controls are a little janky... using the touch screen to aim doesn't feel right to me, while using A/B/X/Y to aim feels more comfortable at the sacrifice of precision and accuracy. But still, if you want a game that actually challenges you and therefore feels satisfying to beat, pick up this version. I also hear that the Game Boy Advance version is pretty fun, though I haven't played that one myself so I can't vouch for it one way or the other.
  8. Very interesting! I can't believe I've never noticed that the Electric Spider and Fikou-Nui share the same basic build... then again, since we've only seen one from tiny sprites and the other from a single screenshot and a low-resolution video (up until last weekend), perhaps it shouldn't be that surprising after all. Either that, or it's a real testament to how much adding a large toothy lower jaw changes the design from rather cute (i.e. Electric Spider) to rather monstrous (i.e. Fikou-Nui). Good call with the Roborider body piece. I know I've previously had to work around its exclusion from LDD when building the Muaka, Kane-Ra, and Kuma-Nui for the Eurobricks "Official LEGO Sets made in LDD" index... and it's a bit of a pain to retain both its shape and functionality. Surprising that unique Technic elements such as this haven't been seen in years (the most likely reason for its exclusion from LDD); I imagine it could be useful.
  9. While we're on the topic of Rahi from The Legend of Mata Nui (and Quest for the Toa, for that matter), I was just trying to recreate the Small Bug, Scorpion, and Fikou-Nui in LEGO Digital Designer. Given the fact that I could only work with screenshots currently publicly available on the internet (since I do not have the software necessary to view the models in a 3D viewer), I'm sure there are a few inaccuracies... plus the lack of BIONICLE heads and masks in LDD means that there is a simple placeholder used instead. But, it's considerably closer to the original model than the recreation by kocour454's friend, so you might still find it useful as a "starting ground" for constructing the Fikou-Nui model and instructions for this database. Also there's an additional disembodied Fikou-Nui leg in there for reference purposes so please just ignore that. [LXF download link]
  10. I admit to being biased towards orchestral music... and I also admit that I prefer Christine Lorentzen over Niels Brinck... but even with that said, when compared to the original, I feel like this new version is a much better fit for the weight and drama of the 2008 story. I hope to see more collaborations between Cryoshell and the Budapest Art Orchestra in the future. It would certainly be interesting hearing orchestrated takes on other Cryoshell songs written for BIONICLE, such as "Creeping In My Soul" and "Closer To The Truth".
  11. I have been waiting over a decade to listen to "Follow the Light / Mask of Time". It was well worth the wait. Nathan Furst could have released this track on its own without the rest of the score, and I would still have been more than satisfied. Also, can we take a moment to appreciate "Bad Things Happen In The Desert"? Not because of the music itself... now, don't get me wrong, the music is fantastic. I'm talking about the track title. I am aware that it is a direct quote from the film's dialogue, but... when taken out of context and used as a music track title, it sounds like Nathan Furst gave up trying to come up with a creative title and instead just resorted to poorly describing the relevant scene. "This track will be titled 'Faithful Matoran to Mighty Toa', because it represents the growth of these characters and the new roles that they must play. This track will be titled 'Heart of Metru Nui', because Lhikan reveals that the Matoran, not himself, are what the Toa are destined to protect. And this track will be titled... uh... 'Bad Things Happen In The Desert'. Because... um... bad things happen. And it's in the desert."
  12. Awww, thanks for the mention! It's always great to see familiar faces on these forums. ---- I can still hardly believe it's been over a decade. In that time, I've had a lot of treasured memories here on BZPower. Sure, whatever contest this topic was hosting has long since ended, but I still feel like sharing my experiences. 2006-2008 was around the time of my peak activity, during which I'd spend long hours in LEGO General Discussion chatting with Onuki, Tahraau, Tacku, TakunuvaC01, -Sidorak- and others about Rock Raiders, LEGO Racers, and LEGO Island. They were all very friendly, knowledgeable, and all-around great people to hang out with. It was like a prototype version of Rock Raiders United, minus all the crazy community antics. I've also got a lot of cherished memories in the Library forum, even if my own writing was laughable at best (and not in the intended way). It was always lots of fun reading stories from well-known BZPower authors like SPIRIT and GaliGee. Darth Jaller, Primis, and I were a pretty tightly-knit group back in the day, always bouncing ideas off of one another and providing feedback on each others' stories (from The Search to the Mask of Light to The Rock Raiders Meet BIONICLE to Ask Hafu). I also remember that Macku: Toa of Bubbles was always there to provide constructive criticism in the most sincere and friendly manner possible. And hey, maybe my writing wasn't all that bad... more recently, Scene 24: Johnny Thunder Blows This Taco Stand quickly became one of my favorite BZPower memories when it won the LEGO Movie Caveat Scriptor Contest. But undoubtedly, my favorite BZPower memory of all time would have to be Dino Attack RPG. Shortly after joining in 2004, BZPower introduced me to play-by-post games in the form of Alpha Team: Mission Deep Freeze RPG, during which I was taken under the wing of its host Victor Draven and became close friends with fellow players Kotua In Space and Chronicler Of Ko-Koro. A year later, I wanted to try my own hand at hosting a LEGO RPG, and with the help of Hahli Husky, I made that dream a reality. For over seven years, from 2005 through 2012, I had the pleasure of being the host to Dino Attack RPG. It was confusing as heck. It was filled to the brim with death, despair, betrayal, violence, and destruction. It was wacky and nonsensical... cliched and trope-overdosed... overly dark and dramatic for a LEGO-based game. And I loved every moment of it. But the most important part about Dino Attack RPG was not anything that I had done... it was my fellow players. By all accounts, Dino Attack RPG should have been doomed to failure, since it was based on a relatively unpopular LEGO theme in a forum where LEGO RPGs die rather quickly (even the popular Alpha Team RPG had died a slow death by 2006). What kept this one alive all those years were the devoted players who kept coming back day after day, developing their own characters and stories while always building upon the contributions of everyone else. We grew up together, learned from one another, matured as writers and as people, united by our desire to see our silly game reach a dignified conclusion. Friends like Jacks, Atton Rand, Andrewnuva199, that guy from that show, Brikman McStudz, and avmatoran... they are what made Dino Attack RPG special. I'm hardly active on BZPower anymore these days, but it's telling that I'm still in touch with my old Dino Attack RPG buddies through other websites. Thanks for all the memories.
  13. Worth noting, since it had not yet been directly confirmed in this thread: Jala does mention Lhii in Mata Nui Online Game... but only in the German translation. He gives this response to the question "Wer bist du? (Who are you?)". While he only says "I am Jala, Captain of the Guard" in the English version (before changing the subject to talk about the Rahi attacks and the Tren Krom redoubt), here he goes on to mention that he is of the tribe of the surfer Lhii and that he stands beside Vakama during "the great Haka dance" (which might be the German translation of the Great Takara EDIT: read Pereki's post below for more info): "Ich bin Jala, Kommandant der Wache und vom Stamm der Lhii Surfer. Beim großen Haka-Tanz stehe ich Vakama zur Seite. Meine Aufgabe ist es, die Stadt gegen die Rahi zu schützen. Ich merkte schon lange, dass sie immer stärker wurden, aber keiner in der Stadt schenkte mir Glauben - bis die Bestien die Kluft von Tren Krom stürmten." It's nothing new, but we have another Lhii-namedropping source dating back to 2001. Still no information on his physical appearance or pre-Encyclopedia mention of his death, which I'm guessing were details retroactively made canon by Greg Farshtey.
  14. Sorry for making you do something you hate. I did not mean to disparage your work; on the contrary, I did say that I thought it was fantastic. If the contest were a different theme (for example, putting a new spin on Gen 1 scenes and characters), I might've even voted for it instead. Technically, anything could adhere to the contest theme, so long it was something that the artist/builder/writer wanted to see in Gen 2. So, if someone wanted to see a scene in Gen 2 consisting entirely of Tiribomba saying his name over and over again, it would be fair game for this contest. With full seriousness, that is the impression that I got from "An Axe to Grind" - whoever submitted this to the contest must have really liked 2006 and wanted to see it faithfully recreated in Gen 2. Perhaps a little too faithfully, for my own personal tastes as a voter in this contest. I suppose I was just thinking of how "An Axe to Grind" compared to its fellow entry "Wairuha, Uniter of Storms". Wairuha is instantly recognizable as a Gen 1 character, but (even despite the artist's own artistic style) is also instantly recognizable as a Gen 2 reinterpretation of that character. In contrast, Hewkii and Zaktan adhere so closely to their Gen 1 counterparts that they are not instantly recognizable as Gen 2 reinterpretations and the key word is "instantly" - the first-glance impression is that it is Gen 1 artwork with some artistic license. The mask, the torso, the shoulder armor, the weapon... they all looked just like the Gen 1 set to me. I even dismissed the prevalence of red in Hewkii's color scheme as stylistic choice; seeing color schemes that do not precisely match the original set is nothing new in BIONICLE fanart. Of course, as I said before, the CCBS influence can be seen upon closer inspection. You even pointed out that taking the trans-red color from his weapon and turning it into a tertiary color for his overall color scheme is reminiscent of the transparent colors in the Gen 2 sets, and I can definitely see that now. Unfortunately, the problem is that you had to point this out to me, and it's like having to explain a joke to someone who didn't get it. After all, I had no idea what the artist intended... I only knew what I saw before my own eyes as I looked at each entry. Again, I think "An Axe to Grind" is fantastic, and I commend you for your hard work and well thought-out approach. But, as a voter, it simply wasn't what I wanted to see in Gen 2.
  15. Personally, it was a tough choice between "Tapestry of Time" and "The Brothers Corrupted", but I ultimately went with the latter. On the surface, it's a really simple concept... just fancy portraits of Ekimu and Makuta. And yet, the longer I look at it, the more I get a strong vibe of history, mythology, and culture... a sense of the crucial world-building elements that Gen 2 sorely needed. Perhaps it's because it looks like something out of The Lord of the Rings, which is known for its rich world-building of Middle Earth. I really appreciate all the detail that went into "Tapestry of Time". Seeing Gen 1 retold entirely through a series of images is wonderfully nostalgic. Even seeing the Muaka and Bahrag (two of my favorite Gen 1 sets) placed side-by-side hit home for me. In the end, I decided not to vote for it because I was looking for a Gen 2 entry that could stand on its own merit... rather than relying on Gen 1, which is an unfortunately common theme among entries in all three categories of this contest. For example, "An Axe to Grind" is simply fantastic... but, let's be honest with ourselves, it's just Gen 1 fanart that was submitted into a Gen 2 contest. Aside from Hewkii's lower arm loosely resembling the CCBS system (but this could just as easily be attributed to stylistic choices), there's nothing about this that says "what I wanted to see in Gen 2" to me.
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