Ka-Chan

Oh and just a beforehand disclaimer, the ending will probably ravage the space/time/canon continuum but I think Bionicle's recent canon sucks anyways so I'll happily replace it with my own. Heck, I could have taken Greg's job and done it better. * Feel free to chew me out for that rather bold statement but I regret nothing BECAUSE I KNOW.

Well that's two cents closer to a dollar so don't you worry. Either way, I've decided to write up my own alternate ending. Nothing big here, but expect some rushed literary hash coming your way soon.

I HAVE NO IDEA. I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW THEY PULLED THAT OFF. » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «If there is one thing I can't stand, it's stories where the antagonist inadvertently winds up killing himself and the protagonist barely has to lift a finger. Grow a pair and knock his block off! Jeez!

Ah, I had a feeling. Well, I'd like to act as though that cleared things up but that's basically akin to removing one leech when you're covered in them.

So I got what was presumably the final issue of the Bionicle comics. Now I won't lie when I say I don't particularly care much about it anymore- 95% of my figures are sealed away in the attic. But I figured I might as well read it just so I can know how things ended to my childhood. I throw grammar and punctuation to the wind in this summary of all that went through my mind as I skimmed- yes, skimmed, I didn't have the brass to make myself thoroughly read it- through the comic. » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «"Okay, so Tahu's in Makuta for some reason and- oh God no, it's everyone's favorite plot tool; the Mask of Life. OH and now the mask of Life turned Tahu into a midget for who knows what excuse- oh, he has to? Okay yeah fine explain it with one sentence, that's cool.... Okay now there's some random gold armor involved and Takanuva is shocked that Tahu is a midget yet seems to have no quarrel with being one hi- WAIT did the mask pay him a visit too or something? Gaah whatever, moving o- WHAT THE HECK. A random explosion? How the snot did tha- Oh Makuta did it, right. He has time to somehow pinpoint the exact location of some golden armor that's never appeared in Bionicle lore untilt he last two pages and he's able to snipe it despite being in a giant robot fight with Mata-Nui. Okay. Oh look one piece conveniently appears in front of Gresh WHO'S ALSO A MIDGET. Alright no, I'm not gonna fret over that, I got a feeling there's a lot more of it. Alright the two Gods are fighting now, that's pretty sw- OH NO STOP TALKING! STOP TALKING BOTH OF YOU! YOU MAKE OPTIMUS PRIME'S MONOLOGUES LOOK LIKE SOMETHING OBAMA WOULD WRITEoh wait look random battle and another random [Removed. -Shine] battle taking us away from the battle of the two Gods that I DO want to see and IT'S RAINING ORANGE RAHKSHI and Tahu's magical armor just makes him do some generic 'PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER' blast that killed them all. Oh and Makuta gets killed by a rock that konked him on the back of the head and they all lived happily ever after. 'NEVER...THE END' Really? Because I'm pretty sure you guys just guillotined the franchise in favor of some crummy licensed Galidor'esque figures. Either Greg ruined Bionicle, I'm missing a serious amount of backstory, or I was just another one of those kids who didn't need an in-depth plot to make robots cool. Nah Greg just brutally murdered my childhood is all. Rest in peace, Bionicle, you're in a better place now; the heavily nostalgia-biased memories in my skull.

Until either A)My art professor decides to drop another three projects on my head at once- I swear, I haven't drawn anything that isn't some abstract thumbnail in months. B ) I successfully persuade my buddies to drag me along like a sack of potatoes to California on spring break C) Warm weather comes around.

@Xaer: Nice to see you again. I have no idea how long I'll be around, it's a question when I have enough free time to spare. @ DX: Quick, play the USSR anthem or it'll go to waste! I'm... Well, I'd be lying if I said great but hey, stress fueled by college work and part time jobs is ironically somewhat rewarding. SOMEWHAT. I guess you could compare it to eating a bunch of Warhead candies at once.

Call it curiosity. Call it boredom. Call it a crime against nature. Yeah, I'm dropping by again- no it's fine, I know nobody cares. I stopped caring about internet socializing awhile ago anyway; thank Ted for that. I hit that lovely little realization where while the world may be scratching at your door, it's up to you to open the door and greet it. Not to imply that I've gone on some epic journey of a lifetime here, but heck, I'm working on it and that's rewarding in itself. But hey, nothing hurts with saying 'Hi!' , agreed? So what's been going on back here? I'm not one to carry out egotistical droning about my own life.

At least people know what I look like, Wrack. ...Or should I call you Rick ?