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  1. While searching around the Bionicle website I came across something weird when looking at Lewa's bio. It said "Powers: Communes with plants and the wind". Does that mean he is at least sensitive to air or even controls it? If he could control both won't that be illegal? Maybe the Mask of Jungle is the mask of ultimate power and Lewa is Makuta (just kidding)! Thoughts on it?
  2. A shorter pastel experiment. My not have gotten every little detail but had a good time making it anyway!
  3. Everyone and their Turaga has rebuilt at least one of the original six at some point in their lives. I present to you my rebuild of 2001 Lewa, inspired by the first wave of 2015: The first wave of 2015 has reconciled functionality with pose-ability. I wanted to see if I could import this method to a 2001 model. There were several variations during the design phase, but this is what I settled on: If only ... If only .. They had solved the problem of the Falling Arm in 2001. Or in 2003, when they had access to axle-pins with friction. Oh well, the past is the past. This is 2015. In addition to solving the problem of the Falling Arm, I added some extra pose-ability. He is now more like the CGI Lewa on advertisements. I almost used the asymmetrical arms, but they were too asymmetrical for my tastes. His left arm looked lonely, so I gave him a little shield. It isn't as effective as Kopaka's, but it is much lighter and easier to swing on vines with. I'm happy to read your thoughts / suggestions / methods of solving the problem of the Falling Arm.
  4. I do hope this is right place to post these anyways. I got Lewa for chrimbus. Decided to take some pics of him and edit said pics to make them look more...well... Awesome? (Both the source photo and the two versions of the edit are my own. Version 1: https://www.flickr.com/photos/x75/15921200389/ Version 2: https://www.flickr.com/photos/x75/15919854928/
  5. In the time the six Toas had gone to Voya nui to find the mask of life they didn't realized that they've been watched . Tahu : how long do you think is this gonna take ? This jungle is so deep! Lewa : I like this place ! It's so jungle full it makes me feel like I'm in le-wahi . Tahu : you are not so stop making so much noise , we are trying to sneak into unknown terrain ! Gali : Stop it ! Both of you ! There's something in the bushes ... Lewa : (whispers) I'll go and check , if it's a rahi , I can handle it . Tahu : If it's a rahi it will eat your face ! Lewa gets closer to the bushes when he sees something gold running away . Lewa : You all stay here .I'll go follow him. After a wild run Lewa stops the stranger near a cliff Lewa: Who are you ? what do you want ? Brutaka : You fool ! you're going to get me uncovered ! Lewa : who are you ? Brutaka : the one that will get you out of his way. Brutaka uses his Olmak's powers to create a portal an sends Lewa into a parallel Universe Lewa : Oh ! My head ! Where am I ? Who am I , oh wait I'm Lewa . Takua : Lewa , you are alive !? The other Toas ,where are they ? Lewa : Takua is that you ? what happened to your body ? Takua : When the Makuta took control over Mata nui , A part of the matorans rioted , as a punishment we were sent to karzahni to be rebuilt as week personal slaves , but Karzahni shortly felt into insanity , he was killed by Maxilos units for killing a rahi sent to him as a gift from Teridax himself . Lewa : wait Makuta took over ? when ? Takua : Mata nui was dieing , the six Toa used there Kanohi energy to save his soul . But it was weird , Mata nui was weak Makuta Took over soon turning us into slaves . But how did you survived ? Lewa : Dude,I think I'm from another dimension or something . Takua : well , at least you ca help us ! Please ! Lewa : ok ... What do you need help with ? Takua : Freeing the Matorans from the evil Makuta . Lewa : What is that thing ? It looks like a bohrok-Visorak-fikou of sorts . Takua: It's a Kilksec, peacefully creatures unless you ... Lewa get's bitten by the Kilksec Takua : ... you touch it .( facepalm) TO BE CONTINUED ...
  6. same as this, basically. (next one won't be using their weapon for support. oops. :u)
  7. | | | So this goes along with the Onua MOC I made a few months ago. I'm slowly working my way through all the Toa, and this is Lewa! One of my goals with these is to give them forms that represent their elements a bit more. Onua had that industrial-punk, mole vibe, and I've tried to give Lewa a spritely, trickstery, agile, flighty look to represent a lot of traditional characterizations of air elementals in fiction. He's a young, jovial, agile guy with big hands for swinging through forests and jungles. This one was far more challenging than Onua, as Lewa uses as a main colour basic LEGO green, which, as we all know, has been absent in constraciton sets for a very long time. This made his colour-scheme much harder, so I had to improvise with black and grey. Think of the black as a cloth wrap covering parts of his limbs. The slight hunch is due to the MNOLG. In his first appearance, Lewa comes out of the shadows and his head moves sideways and forward almost unnaturally. This image of Lewa has always stuck with me, and it really seems to fit the more lemur-y or monkey-ish vibe parts of the MOC were going for, and was really the key to the whole MOC. That is a makoki stone piece around his neck in the picture with the golden miru. And the infected mask is indeed painted, I did that probably a good 12 years ago now (wow). So, uh, hey.
  8. GSR

    Echoes

    An author's note before we get started: this fic is a sequel of sorts to "Fractures", the first story I ever put on BZP. (Give or take a "human on Mata Nui" one circa 2004. I was twelve.) You can read this without having read "Fractures", but it probably works a little better if you have. --------------------------------- This was, by his count, the seventy-seventh day of peace. It was some two hundred since Makuta had fallen, but he would leave that as a reference for the historians. The Great Spirit’s departure had marked nothing more than the day they stepped foot upon a new world; it had not stopped the coming of Marendar, nor the fall of the Mahri. It had solved no murders, found no missing Toa, uncovered no secrets. All it had done for Toa Onua was give him a world of trouble - quite literally. So it was natural that when peace arrived, he didn’t notice at first. True, there had been no great crises one particular day; nobody had come seeking help fighting back a pack of Skrall, no Agori had asked for aid in treating with the Bota Magnans. But there had been small problems – a minor collapse at the city mine, a crack in Nuparu’s prosthetic, a lost bag of widgets. And then the next day was quiet, and the next, and the next. He had waited, as he had learned to do, for the hammer to fall. It took him fully thirty days before he realized what was happening. But that was what they had now. Peace. “Tell me, brother. Have we forgotten something?” Lewa looked up from the bowl – Thornax stew, wildly popular with the Le-Matoran these days, much to the Agori’s confusion – and raised a brow. “You’re not getting into one of your deep-thought moods, are you, Onua? Because I’m really, really hungry-“ Onua sighed; it was the best way to hide a smile, he’d found. “Not tonight, Lewa. I simply mean – is there some responsibility we have forgotten? Some danger we’re not noticing?” “No,” Lewa said promptly, and downed half the bowl. “I don’t know how you can eat like that.” “Well, first you lift the bowl to your mouth-“ Onua sighed again and plucked a Bula from another bowl on the table. Without thinking, he curled his fingers around it and let the energy from the fruit flow into him. “Would that Mata Nui had given us all such resistance to culture shock.” “Oh, it’s not so bad,” the other Toa said, returning his now-empty bowl to the table. “You just have to listen to the Agori and figure out what works and what doesn’t. I survived learning tree-speak from the Le-Matoran; I can make do with a yummier way of eating.” To the best of Onua’s knowledge, ‘yummy’ hadn’t even been a word before Spherus Magna. He placed the now-fallow fruit in a third bowl and leaned back in his chair. “To return to the topic at hand – I just can’t shake the feeling that there’s something vital I’ve forgotten. Something we’ve all forgotten.” Lewa shrugged and looked away. “It’s peace-time getting to your head, brother. You need a hobby. You should come quick-racing with me-“ “No.” “Berix’s fixed up the land-rambler, it’s perfectly safe now-“ “No.” “Suit yourself.” For a while, neither said anything, and silence filled the little hut. Onua’s home was at the outskirts of Onu-Atero, far from the bustle of the city and close as could be to the road out to the mines, and when the sky was still and the moon was shining as it was tonight, one could feel as though the world had stopped outside the hut’s four walls. In time, Onua shook his head. “Perhaps you’re right. I admit, I’m not sure what to do with myself some days. I’m afraid I’d gotten rather used to dealing with crises.” “Well, someone had to,” Lewa said teasingly. “I still owe you one for the Krana, and another for pulling me out of that jungle-tribe.” “And the infected mask?” The other Toa grinned. “I’ve already paid you back for that one.” Onua raised a brow and waited for him to go on, but when Lewa felt like playing coy, his smile could stand up to a horde of raging Kikanalo. They passed the rest of the evening with those brittle, squarish, thin things the Agori were so fond of. “Cards, Onua. They’re called ‘cards’.” “Since when were you the one teaching me vocabulary?” “Teaching you what now?” He was somewhere else. I’m dreaming, he thought, and knew it was true. It was dark around him, but not the dark of the unfamiliar land he couldn’t quite call home yet. This was somewhere he knew, somewhere he had been, once- Someone called his name. When he woke, he remembered nothing. On the eighty-eighth night, he found himself stargazing. The old tree he was sitting beneath was plain to the point of being a good candidate for illustrating an Agori’s children’s book, but it had become something of a favorite spot of his. “What’s eating you, pops?” …And of hers. He looked over his shoulder to see Kiina leaning around the other side of the tree, eyebrows raised. “Nothing,” he replied. “Ah, don’t give me that. You know you’re a terrible liar?” “Since when?” “Since now.” The Glatorian turned away. “Don’t start messing with these little chats of ours, hey? I was starting to get fond of them.” He smiled and turned back to the sky. “As am I.” Kiina said nothing more for a few minutes; Onua could tell she was waiting for him to break the silence. And when he didn’t- “Seriously, though. You’ve been acting weird the past couple weeks.” “Have I?” “M-hm. Used to be I’d hardly see you around during the day- you were always out dealing with some kinda crisis. Now I see you helping little old Agori cross the street, or giving some Matoran a hand selling shiny rocks.” “Is there something wrong with that?” “Nah. But if I didn’t know better, I might say you’re getting bored.” He shook his head. “My duties as a Toa are many things, but it will never bore me to help my people.” “You don’t need to be coy, earth-head. I know what it’s like to go from adventure to everyday, remember?” “Kiina,” he said, his voice a bit sharper than intended, “I do not help my people for some – thrill.” “See, this is what I’m talking about. You’re being touchy. You’re never touchy.” “It’s not a joking matter.” “Hey.” She leaned around the tree again. “You wanna take a deep breath or ten? I’m just saying what I see – and what I see looks a lot like me a few months ago. And I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Lewa’s worried about you, and I’d bet the rest of your team is too - they just don’t get a chance to talk my ear off like he does.” He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “…My apologies. It’s true that lately I’ve had a sense of – unease.” “Care to be maybe slightly not-vague?” “I would if I could.” “Fine. You sure it’s not just everyday life catching up to you?” “Lewa asked me the same thing, but - no.” He paused. “I don’t know.” He heard her sigh behind him. “Listen, pops. The people here are already safe thanks to you lot. You need to calm down.” “That’s not one I hear often.” Another sigh. “Look, maybe ‘bored’ was the wrong word. But you’re not used to this – danger’s gone, but you’re still here. I know you weren’t in it for the excitement, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna take the change easily.” He smiled again. “When did you start giving advice to me?” “’Bout the time you started needing it. What I’m saying is, you don’t gotta be the hero all the time. The Matoran aren’t the only ones who get to enjoy peace, y’know? Don’t wear yourself out looking for trouble that isn’t there.” He blinked a few times and looked up. The moon was hardly a sliver in the sky tonight. “I’ll try,” he finally said. “Better than nothing,” she muttered. Silence fell between them once more. He was a better liar than she thought. On the ninety-ninth night, he stayed at Lewa’s. “Stayed” was perhaps too simple a term – he was trapped at Lewa’s, maybe. Fenced in. Left without choice for a few different reasons. The first was practical – it was well past moonrise, and his home was on the other end of the city. The second was also practical, in the sense that not ignoring an erupting volcano is practical; Lewa was two bottles deep into Kiina’s stash of “Agori moonshine”, and the next time Onua saw her, he was going to have some very choice words. For now, though- “The night’s still young, brother,” sang Lewa, apparently unaware of the fact he was entagled in that absurd hammock he’d set up in the living room. “Not young enough to go out in that pile of scraps, Lewa. And you’re in no state to do anything.” “Don’t be like that,” the other Toa said, his head now poking through the bottom of the ropes. “You never let yourself have any fun, Onua-“ “Tonight was plenty of fun before she stopped by- nevermind that she didn’t even have the grace to stay-“ “You deserve to let loose once in a while! You’ve saved us all… how many times, now?” There was a thud as gravity transferred Lewa from hammock to floor. Onua sighed and looked down at his friend; getting him to his bed was a losing proposition. Maybe he could get him back up onto the hammock, at least- “How many times, Onua…?” Blanket and floor, then. “I don’t count, Lewa.” “If I was you, I’d count. I do count. I’ve only got one time under my belt, you-“ Lewa’s hand lifted from the ground and pointed itself at Onua like a rather confused snake – “you’ve got plenty. See, you’re doing one right now.” Onua couldn’t help but smile a bit. “I don’t think bringing a blanket over counts as ‘saving’ you, Lewa. It counts as being a good friend.” Lewa made a small and slightly rude noise. “Stick in the mud.” “So tell me,” Onua said, as he dropped the blanket over the other Toa, “what is that one time?” “’S nothing,” the Toa of Air said, his voice slightly muffled by his inability to move his head out from under the sheet. “You wouldn’t remember anyway.” Onua paused. “What wouldn’t I remember?” There was the distant night-cooing of the Gukko. “Lewa?” But the other Toa was fast asleep. Someone was yelling for him. Someone he knew. He was running, running, running, but nothing was moving – I’m dreaming, he thought again, And it was true, for now. He had never heard Lewa cry before. It was a quiet sound, short and sharp and trying altogether too hard to not be noticed, but in an instant it cut through his dream and deposited him back on top of the hammock. There was a second of confusion, and then he was on the floor and at the other Toa’s side; his brother had kicked away the blanket and wrapped his arms around himself, but his eyes were still dim, locked in a world only he could see. Onua called his name again and again, shook him, pounded the ground, and there was no response until, very suddenly, there was. “Alive!” the other Toa shouted. “Onua’s not dead, he’s alive, that never happened-“ And there they were – the Toa of Earth and the Toa of Air, his eyes worried, his eyes wild, and the Gukko had stopped cooing. “What have you done, Lewa?” His brother’s explanation made little sense – but given the events in question were entirely impossible, that could be forgiven. Onua stopped him more than once with questions – how had Tren Krom gotten his hands on the Vahi? How had Lewa found him? Had Tren Krom taken control of the Vahi at the end, or had the Vahi itself come alive? How many of these other timelines had Lewa seen? Why Vezon, of all people? When his brother finished his tale, they sat in silence a while. The Toa of Air’s voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “Not often - I don’t have these dreams often. But they’re there – pieces of me I thought I left behind when I banished Tren Krom back to where – when – he belonged. I used them to fight him, and now they won’t go.” Onua had long since rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder; he squeezed it once, an old reassurance. “Just dreams, Lewa. That’s all they are.” “Are they, brother?” Lewa’s eyes flicked away for a moment. “They happened – they’re real. I lived those lives. I just – I forget, sometimes. Because remembering feels like this.” Onua paused, then buried the thought that had come to mind. “What do you need me to do, Lewa?” Lewa opened his mouth for a moment, closed it, shook his head. They stayed like that for a long, long time. Somehow, the sun didn’t seem to get around to rising until they opened their eyes again. Onua’s heart was in the right place, but his style of investigation was… perhaps a little too deliberate. He managed to corner all six of the Turaga, only to ask them the same questions: did they know about the side effects the Vahi could have? Did they know where it was now? Did they know how to find it? How to use it – maybe even how to cure someone with it? All he got for his efforts was a name – “Voporak” – and a conversation with the Order made it clear that nobody knew where the Dark Hunter had gone. It took him three days, a dozen Toa, and some very confused Glatorian to find another lead - of sorts. Onua found the sand-colored, scarred Agori sitting in a Po-Atero bar; he was less than cooperative at first, but at the word ‘Vahi’ his hand tightened around his glass. “So that thing’s still around?” “You know it?” “Knew of it. A long, long time ago, when it was just a few schematics up on the wall of an old acquaintance.” “Who was it? Where are they now?” The Agori laughed bitterly. “Listen, Toa. If I knew where the Great Beings were, you think I’d be going town to town storytelling for a living?” “Then tell me what you do know.” The Agori – his name was Vatomu, by the way – took a sip of his drink and pretended to think. “Got a map?” Onua did. “There,” Vatomu said, and circled a certain mountain with a flourish. “Bottom of the east-most bluff, look for a false wall. You’ll find an old laboratory there. Or what’s left of it.” “How do you know this?” “Because I was the last person to visit it. Twenty years ago. Let me say ahead ‘a time: sorry about the mess.” Onua took the map and folded it carefully before placing it in the old rucksack on his back. “Thank you.” “You won’t find anything,” the Agori replied, bemused. “And even if you did, I’d stay far, far away from it.” The Toa didn’t bother to reply; he simply turned and left the bar. Vatomu stared into space for a little while, then finished his drink and did the same. The Agori spoke truthfully; Onua found little in that dusty, metal chamber far beneath the earth. Strange machines and gaping screens criss-crossed the room, but they slept beneath a fine layer of ash and dust. When the Toa’s foot kicked against the fallen head of a hammer it clattered across the floor, sounding for all the world like a confused Bohrok. Three hours’ searching turned up nothing, of course – it was the final ten seconds, as he made for the door, that granted a hint. One extra set of footprints, running along the wall, lead the way to an emptied safe. When he returned to the surface, it was with a renewed sense of purpose. Someone else had been there recently, and the footprints were too large to be an Agori’s. Voporak, perhaps? (They were, by the way.) The sun was on its way out for the day, and so the Toa made camp in the shadow of the bluff. He would return to New Atero and redouble his investigation in the morning. He could see, this time. Onu-Koro. I know these mines. Half a kio in that direction is the village, a third in the other is shaft #4- Onua! He turned and sped off down the tunnel. Someone was yelling for him. Someone needed his help. Someone- When he awoke the next morning, all thoughts of Voporak had vanished. Because he thought he understood. Lewa looked better than the last time they had spoken, which wasn’t a difficult task. The two of them were back at Onua’s home, and the Toa of Air was silent as his brother laid out his theory. “When the Vahi was going mad, you saw hundreds of different timelines, different worlds – different Lewas. In the end, you returned here, and used your link to them to drive out Tren Krom and repair the Vahi. But if you used your connection with them – why couldn’t they use their connection with you?” The Toa of Air frowned. “You think – there’s another-me out there, trying to talk to me?” Onua shook his head. “No. I think he’s trying to talk to me. You aren’t the only one who’s had strange dreams lately.” “That doesn’t make sense. You never used the Vahi, you’re not completely off your rocker like Vezon, never got to spend time as Tren Krom the Big and Nasty. Why are you getting mind-messages?” “I can’t say for sure. But the Vahi is an incredibly powerful mask. It doesn’t seem impossible that someone using it as a conduit could contact me, wouldn’t you agree?” “But why you?” Onua hesitated. “In my dreams, I can hear a voice calling my name. They’re desperate, scared– “ “Oh.” Lewa’s mouth tightened into a bitter smile. “I don’t rely on you that much, do I?” “In any event, I’ve sent a request to the Order – asking them for an Olmak.” “You want to go dimension-hopping?” “If this other you out there needs help, that would be the only way to reach him.” Lewa nodded slowly, but didn’t bother to hide the doubt in his eyes. “You’re right, but – something about this feels off to me, Onua.” Ordinarily, Onua would have agreed. But nothing about this whole affair was ordinary, after all. They were dealing with the Mask of Time, and parallel worlds, and all that sort of mess, and wouldn’t it be better to get it sorted out now? That was what he told himself, and what he told Lewa, and in time the other Toa relented, because snide asides aside, he did rely on Onua. Even if once in a while he wished he didn’t need to. And with that the matter was settled – in the morning they would discuss the matter of the Olmak with Johmak, consult with someone about proper use, and set off on a grand adventure to save Lewa number 3,964 from whatever plight he might be in. Onua had no dreams that night, but just before the moon began to set, he awoke all the same. And when he does, he realizes very quickly that he has made some terrible mistake. A few things tip him off to that fact: the first, that there is ‘silence’ and then there is ‘nothing’, and this is the latter. He goes to the window and looks out at the unmoving desert and the moons shining down, and it takes him a little while, but eventually his brain reaches a very simple question: why are there two moons? The second hint is that Lewa is no longer breathing. It’s quite a scene; the Toa of Earth shakes his friend, yells his name (pleads, really), splits open Lewa's armor and searches frantically for the heartlight. The horrid, sharp chill that has been snaking up inside him vanishes when he sees it is not extinguished, and he lets out a sigh of relief. And then he blinks in confusion - the heartlight is glowing, true, but it is not pulsing. All it does is look back at him, unwavering, apparently unconcerned that it’s breaking the laws of Toa physiology. For a moment, the Toa of Earth pulls back from his friend, puts his hand to his face, tries to figure out what has gone wrong – and that’s when he glances out the other window, and the bird frozen in half-flap outside spells out the answer for him. For a time (as much as that phrase means anything), Onua is at a loss for what to do. The answer, of course, is to step outside, to investigate this world caught between the ticks of a second, but his brain doesn’t quite allow him to do that. Doing that means abandoning Lewa, and wasn’t helping him the whole reason he got caught up in this mess? Of course it was, he tells himself. It takes a little push to get him moving – a glint of light on the horizon, movement where none should be. The Toa looks from the window to his sleeping (for some definition of ‘sleeping’) brother, hesitates, leans down. “I’ll be back soon,” he says, pointedly ignoring the fact it’s impossible in several different ways for Lewa to hear him. “I promise.” There’s one last worried look, and then the Toa of Earth leaves his home. He has always been the slowest of his brothers, but when it comes to persistence he has no equal, and so when he takes off running towards that ever-so-tantalizing horizon he does not ever slow or stop. It takes him precisely twenty minutes and three seconds to reach it. When he gets there, he stops dead and just – stares at it for a few seconds. Which is an understandable reaction – there’s an island in the middle of the desert, after all. That sort of thing isn’t in the rulebook, and the fact that the line between desert sand and clayish, soft earth is sharp enough to cut yourself on doesn’t help matters. To his credit, only now does he stop and ask himself if he’s dreaming. The answer is a resounding ‘no’, this time. He takes a step onto this other earth, and is surprised to find it familiar. (He has never been here, of course.) He takes another step, and then another, and then he’s off running again. The unease biting into his chest only grows as he traverses this new land; each outcropping, each glow of stone in the moonlight is at once utterly familiar and completely alien. He tries to piece things together as he goes – is this another timeline? Has someone put the Vahi to ill use? Is this where he’s been looking for – where that voice in his dreams is coming from? (The answers to his questions, not that he’ll know for sure for another thirty minutes and seventeen seconds, are “yes,” “not exactly,” and “in a sense.”) He climbs up a rock, turns the corner, and freezes. A torchlight is burning in the darkness, and sitting beneath it is a Matoran. No, not a Matoran. Matoran weren’t this – spikey, they didn’t have those strange mechanisms on their chests. It’s clearly not a Matoran. So why did he think it was? The not-Matoran looks up in his direction – and then looks back down. Onua blinks, and takes a hesitant step forward, into the light. “Excuse me,” he calls out. Ever so polite. No response. Onua clears his throat. Still nothing. He takes another step, ready to reach out – and stops, due to a slightly more pressing concern. His shadow has apparently decided to stay back on Spherus Magna. Onua rests a hand on the not-Matoran’s shoulder all the same and gets no response. He’s a guard, that much is clear, and if he’s not reacting to someone touching him, the only (ir-)rational reason would be that from his point of view, he isn’t being touched at all. Behind him is the mouth of a tunnel boring down into the earth, and Onua can see the glint of lightstones within. For all the world, it looks like Onu-Koro. Onua gives the guard one last look, then walks past him, down into this other place. He passes a few more of the still-not-Matoran shuffling through the passageway, tablets and tools in hand. One pair is deep in conversation, and he draws close enough to hear: “-number four. Master Onua’s helping with the final excavation.” “Truly? Can he afford to put his quest aside?” “I asked him the same thing.” The shorter not-Matoran drops his voice an octave. “’My quest only has meaning because of you all. I would be a failure as a Toa if I were to turn away from where I could do good simply to chase after my own glories.’” “He actually said that?” “He did – we’re lucky to have him –“ “No, I mean, he actually said that many words…?” Onua stops, and the pair go chattering away down the tunnel. His head has begun to ache and throb – in part, probably, because he has realized he does not speak the language of the Protectors, and yet he understands them perfectly. (This thought occupies his mind enough that he entirely misses the fact he has begun calling them ‘Protectors’.) But he understands now, he thinks. If ‘Master Onua’ is here, then a ‘Master Lewa’ must be as well. There must be some danger at hand – something deadly enough that this Lewa’s cry for help went beyond this world’s Onua and reached him. Four, they said something about a ‘four’. The Toa takes one last breath, then shakes his head and plunges into the tunnel twilight once more. Mine shaft number four is incomplete. That much he can surmise from the moment he steps inside – parallel universe or not, he knows mining, and the half-laid tracks and scattered tools tell him it will be another few months before any real industry comes from this place. There’s hardly a soul around; they must be preparing for a controlled demolition, he thinks, drawing the right conclusion without noticing he has no concrete evidence for that theory. His gaze shoots from point to point as he enters the room, searching for any sign of that familiar green armor. “Are you ready, Ahau?” The voice comes rumbling down the shaft, and though it’s a little smoother, a little slower, Onua knows it as his own. Hesitantly, he steps to the edge of platform and looks up; far above him, he can make out the shape of a Toa, massive and dark. “Almost, Master Onua!” Another voice, from below, and Onua peers down to see a Protector, chipper and skinny, leaning out and waving back up. The Toa blinks. Something’s wrong. The Protector has Lewa’s voice. Or, no, that’s not it, he realizes. He turns slowly – or it feels that way – (funny how time seems to speed up and slow down at the worst moments, isn’t it?) – opens his mouth, roars up to the other Onua. “STOP!” The other Onua does not stop. He raises his drill and drives it through the wall before him, not that our Onua can see this. All our Onua sees is the fault line splitting. All our Onua feels is the rumbling of a cave-in. And all our Onua hears is the panicked voice of Ahau shouting that “Something’s wrong, Master Onua! It’s collapsing down here – help –“ A slab of rock finishes his sentence for him, and then all our Onua hears is his own roar of horror and anger, doubled a thousand times over. “Well, have you figured it out yet?” I ask him. He turns – spins on the spot, actually, not very like him at all – and falls over himself in the process. For a few moments all he can do is stare back up at me. I’ll give him credit – he doesn’t seem to mind at all that the world has dropped away from us entirely, and that we’re now standing where we shouldn’t be able to stand (on account of there being, well, nothing to stand on.) He finds his voice in precisely two point six seconds. “Voporak?” “Half-right,” I say. “He’s the body in this case.” Point eight seconds. “Then you’re-“ “Vahi’s the name they usually use, isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to be having met you.” He looks at my (Voporak’s) outstretched hand, and I giggle a bit. “Sorry. Tenses are so much fun. I don’t know how you people live with them.” Anger comes flooding into his eyes. “You – what have you done?” “You say that a lot, don’t you?” I sigh theatrically – a bit of Tren, a bit of Lewa – and shrug. “I’ve done very little. Just my normal function, really: a bit of timestream-patching here and there. It’s you Toa that seem to feel the need to go mucking about with them. It’s quite tiring.” The Toa opens his mouth, closes it, put a hand to his head, takes a few deep breaths. “Tell me what is going on.” “What, no guesses? Very blunt of you, Toa Onua. Almost boring. If Lewa were here, I’m sure he’d be running his mouth at a thousand words a minute.” I pause and think that over. “Come to think of it, that could get very busy between the two of us.” “Vahi!” he yells. Ooh – bit of rumbling when he does that. It’s one thing to observe, quite another to see in person. “Explain. Now.” “Very demanding, to boot. I might think you forget your place.” I tsk lightly – that one’s an old favorite of my designer – and wave a hand. We’re back outside the mineshaft, and the sky above us is beginning to split with the first vestiges of dawn. Quite literally. He looks out over the horizon, at the sharp divide between the pink of Okoto’s sky and the midnight blue of Spherus Magna’s, and shakes his head. “Madness.” “It’s really no worse than what Lewa went through, you know. Better, I’d say. This is just two timelines bunched together, not a dozen. I’ve even been nice enough to pause one of them for you, relatively speaking.” “Then – it’s happening again? Time is breaking down? Has Tren Krom returned – is that what’s caused all this?” “No, no, and no,” I say. “Please, Onua. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? That… brute’s work was an oversight on my part. I’ve decided to take a much more hands-on role from now on, even if this whole consciousness thing takes some getting used to. Still, no need to worry about anything falling apart while I’m here.” “Then what would you call this?” “A controlled demolition.” The side of his face twitches beneath the Pakari, and I smile a bit. “I’m sorry. That’s a sensitive term right now, isn’t it? And it’ll likely stay that way for the foreseeable future. Or maybe it has been for a while?” Behind us, there are hushed whispers coming from the mine, and the sound of an Elemental Master walking too slowly. Carrying something. “Would you like to see him?” I ask. “I think you’ve put most of it together by now, but maybe you won’t really appreciate what the good Master is going through unless you see it firsthand.” “I’ve seen enough,” the Toa replies, his voice sharp – but there’s a weariness beneath it, the one Lewa was always so good at spotting. I tsk again. “Then do explain things. Put them in order for me. I’m afraid that was never a strong suit of mine.” He turns and shoots me a glare. Very impressive. Kopaka was always the one with the reputation, but if you go and take a look over the long run – and I certainly have – I think you’d find that it was Onua who nailed the stink-eye. “It wasn’t Lewa calling me,” he says. “The voice in my dreams was that – Protector’s. He’s the one who dies today. But I don’t know him – I don’t see how he would be connected enough to me to reach across time like this, to call me here.” “So if he didn’t, who did?” He looks back at the tunnel. “I did.” I know he’s going to punch me when I start clapping, but I just can’t stop myself. I push myself back onto Voporak’s face as I get up from the ground and nod approvingly. “That wasn’t all Pakari, was it? Taking up exercise in your downtime, very nice. Got to stay in tip-top shape, after all.” “Why did you bring me here?” Crick-crack. Voporak could use a little more durability on the jaw front. “I thought I said earlier? I’ve got very little to do with this. It just sort of happened.” He closes his eyes. “…Lewa’s dreams. He had a sort of connection with his other selves – and somehow, that influenced me as well, let me reach out to this timeline’s Onua and vice-versa.” “Sort of. Well, no. Not on the dream front, at least.” He looks at me quizzically, and I shrug. “Oh, hasn’t he told you yet? He’s always had nightmares. Ever since you first knocked that infected mask off his face. And now look at you two - what sort of friend’s response to emotional trauma is to go questing? For shame, Toa Onua. Some might even say it’s like this was never about Lewa to begin with.” This next punch I dodge. “Temper, temper.” He’s breathing heavily. “Enough – taunts. Tell me why I am here.” “Oh, please don’t make us go in circles, I do enough of that on my own. You know why-“ “I know my other self just watched one of his people die,” he snarls, then takes another breath. “That I – that I watched one of my people die.” A few moments’ silence. I lean in. “Because of your mistake,” I stage-whisper. This time there is no punch, and I stay right where I am. “So tell me, Onua. Why are you here? Why is it that your other self managed to put a little kink in space-time – and why were you the one to answer?” The Toa doesn’t respond. This really is so much more fun than just observing; I’ll have to thank Ignika for the idea one of these days. I lean in a little closer. “How many, Toa Onua?” “How many what?” “How many times did you save them?” “I don’t count.” “Oh, you don’t? Let me try a different question, then. How many times didn’t you?” It’s like snuffing out a candleflame. He slumps more than his natural hunchback ever did, and he refuses to meet my eyes. “Once.” “And this makes twice!” I say, and spin away. “Oh, you don’t like to talk about it, do you? A mining accident, quite like this, albeit his name was different - started with a D, I think - but that time at least there was nothing you could do, you were off in another section, and after all it was supposed to be a controlled demolition, you didn’t know about it until afterwards, not that stopped you from blaming yourself and spending the whole night praying over his poor broken body, asking Mata Nui why this had to happen – not that he’d have been able to answer, you all could’ve used a crash-course in what he was and what he wasn’t – and then you came out the next day and never told the other Toa, except of course they knew, even if they didn’t let you know they knew, but you knew they knew, and oh, poor Lewa, he did think a party would cheer you up, after all that was how they dealt with deaths in Le-Koro, a good old-fashioned wake, and just once he wanted to be the one helping you and not vice-versa, no go but points for trying-“ “That’s enough.” One of his hands has curled into a fist again, but he does not move. “Tell me why.” “Why what? Why you’re here? Honestly, this is the third time, get some better questions-“ “Tell me why you are here.” “Ah,” I say, and click my tongue. Voporak’s. Technicalities. “That, I’m afraid, I can’t fully tell you. I can give you a simple answer, though it won’t be very satisfying. I’m here because I must be here.” And for the first time, Toa Onua surprises me. (Or, rather, this was the part that surprised me when I first saw it. Now it’s old hat, of course.) In an instant, the weariness is gone, or at least buried; he’s standing tall once again, and his gaze has snapped away from anger or exhaustion into furious thought. “You’re here because you must be? In other words, you knew this was going to happen – but you don’t have control over it.” “Very close,” I say. “Very, very close indeed. Yes, I knew the two of us would wind up here.” “How?” “Oh, it’s very simple. You’re going to put me on soon, and that’s going to give me a fantastic view of your timeline.” “And why do I do that?” “Well, I thought that was obvious.” I nod back to the tunnels. “You’re going to save his life. Answer that call for help. That’s what this whole thing’s about - it’s so difficult to make up for the failures when your world won’t give you any more chances for success, isn’t it? I’m just here to move things along.” He eyes me warily, and I match his gaze. Another habit I picked up from a certain Great Being. “You’re lying,” he concludes. “Perhaps,” I say. (I am.) “But you don’t really have much of a choice, do you? If you walk away now – well, first of all, good luck. The timeline’s a bit wobbly at the moment, and I think you’ll find getting out more difficult than getting in. And second, if you leave that Protector to die, you will regret it. Unless you’d like that other Onua to start his own count?” We stay like that a while longer, eyes locked. “Give yourself to me,” he says. “Never say that to Kiina if you don’t want a terrible misunderstanding,” I remark, and pull myself off Voporak’s face. There’s a bit of a gap, then. It’s always a little blurrier when I haven’t got someone grounding me, but reality snaps back into focus quickly enough. Well, this is interesting, I say to him. You’re not as – snappy as Lewa was. And not as irritating as Tren. Not as boring as- “-him?” Onua asks. I see with his eyes; Voporak is standing there, completely immobile. Don’t worry about him. I’ll pick him up on the way out. It wasn’t very bright of them to give someone with that much time sensitivity the job of looking after me. Didn’t take long to convince him to put me on, and the rest is – well, history. I can feel Onua’s mouth contort into a frown beneath me. (It tickles.) “You destroyed his mind.” It was going anyway from all their tinkering; none of you people are made to work with the kinds of forces I do. And he was getting ideas. If anything, he should be thankful I was around to give him a little… guidance. “I can see how Tren Krom got along with you just fine,” the Toa mutters. Just the opposite, really. He was far too screamy near the end. I’ve tried to avoid using him as too much of a basis for my personality- “Tell me what I need to do.” Ah. Leave the next bit to me. And you may want to close your eyes. It’s true that, for all my tricks, physical time travel is one I can’t properly do. I pulled it off with Lewa, but that was a special occasion – when the whole village is on fire, nobody stops to check if you’ve got official permission to go grab a bucket of water. And here, of course, my power is… limited. Distorted, perhaps you could say. But I’ve always been quite good at moving my perception around timelines, and deciding to run with the whole consciousness thing has only sharpened that skill. So I take a look inside the Toa wearing me. It’s a simple thing, like floating down a river. Or up, in our case. (For those of you wondering, yes, there is more than one river. Thousands of them. And one in particular runs parallel but separate – except for one violent rapid that cuts away and smashes into the one we’re moving along. For a moment I’m tempted to take a detour, beat back against that particular current, but – no. He’ll find me soon enough as is.) Open your eyes. We’re standing at the entrance of shaft four, exactly where he was before. Entirely exactly, to be precise. There is only one Onua Nuva standing here – and now he’s been through this before. “Almost, Master Onua!” comes the call. This time there is no hesitation. I feel the Toa’s will reach out into me, and – this is the part I always loathe – for a moment I am a mask, nothing more. Power flows through me, and the world slows. Very good, I say as he dashes for the nearest ladder. Tahu wasn’t nearly as fine-grained in his control. Though I was in a bit rougher shape back then. The Toa ignores me; he’s sliding down the ladder and looking out over the shaft. Ahau is not quite frozen across the way; he’s oh-so-slowly pulling back from his perch into the side tunnel where his life is slated to end in five point six seconds. Give or take a time dilation. Onua’s off the ladder and sprinting now. For a moment I toy with the idea of slowing down his senses a bit, but no – his own brain’s got that front covered. Better hurry, I whisper. Time waits for no Matoran. “Shut up,” he growls. Oh, me? I never could. Four point eight seconds. The Toa is pouring everything he has into me, but things are going as slow as they can. Far above, there’s the beginning of a fatal rumble. “Stop it,” he gasps. “For Mata Nui’s sake, there isn’t enough time-“ Do you realize who you just said that to? He roars, turns, and leaps – for fully two point seven seconds, we’re flying through the air, the abyss of mine shaft number four happily waiting below us. Well, hello there. Oh dear. This is going to be a rougher landing than I had hoped. I honestly can’t even be certain if Onua realizes time has snapped back to normal – if not a bit faster - because at this point the Toa is running on sheer instinct. Lewa must have a habit of rubbing off on people. Ahau looks up and manages to get out a squeak before we bowl him over. “Stay down!” Onua shouts, and almost before we’ve landed he’s thrust his hands into the ceiling. You do realize we don’t have a Pakari, I say conversationally. This truly is turning out to be an interesting experience. “Shut up,” he growls again as the ceiling begins to buckle. Elemental energy is flowing from his hands, which helps, but some of what’s pressing down on the little chamber is rock, after all. (Somewhere above us, a certain slab of stone bounces off the wall.) I suppose now’s as good a time as any to mention – I don’t know how this ends. “What-“ Ahau is on the ground still, his face some mix of confused and horrified. The timeline’s just been poked. I’m afraid I’m blind as a bat for the moment. Powerless, too. He’s noticed me. I can feel the Toa’s brain queueing up a dozen questions, but before he can get around to pulling any out, we’re rather ungracefully interrupted. ”AHAU!” My, my, their voices truly are alike, aren’t they? Master Onua fills the tunnel entrance almost comically – here I’d thought our Onua was keeping himself in shape – but he is surprisingly quick for his size. He snatches the Protector from the ground and pulls him close, intent on guarding him with his own body. A not-impossible plan, probably, given his chest is larger than some mountains. He looks up, and the two Onuas’ eyes meet. “Who-?” says Onua of Okoto. “You know,” says Onua of Spherus Magna. There’s another crash, and the world goes black. “They’ll be fine,” I say, picking myself up off the ground and dusting Voporak’s arms off. “Terribly confused, of course. But that comes with the territory. Excellent job, by the way. Would you like your Pakari back?” Onua blinks and lowers his arms. We’re no longer buried under half a kio of earth – in fact, we’re not much of anywhere now. He turns to me. “What in the name of Mata Nui happened back there?” “You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? We survived, for one thing. And so did they.” “That isn’t what I mean.” I raise a brow. “Is that so? My, you’ve adapted to the idea of jumping in and out of timestreams remarkably quickly-“ “There should have been more time,” he growls. “And I thought you knew what was going to happen.” “I did,” I say cheerfully. “Until I didn’t. Someone interfered. Just the person I’ve been looking for, actually.” “Another Vahi.” “Right on the mark for once! Yes, Toa Onua, I’m afraid you’ve caught me. I’ve been a very curious mask. There were schematics for me back in my designer’s little mountain hideaway, so surely there could be more than one of me bouncing around out there – and if you include other timelines, well, it’s practically a given! Very convenient that he happened to be in the same place you were having a little mine-difficulty in.” I pause. “Mine-difficulty. Do you think that counts as treespeak? Lewa’s just making it up most of the time anyway-“ He sighs – no smiles in this one – and puts up a hand to silence me. “Has this got anything to do with Lewa and I?” I blink. “Well, no. No, not particularly. You’ve gone and done your good deed for the day, and my other self’s got his own timeline to deal with, so I doubt he’ll come chasing you down. As for me, it’ll be easier to get back there now that I know the way. Assuming he lets me. Anyway, no, no, I’m quite done with you. Off you pop.” He chuckles – once, twice – and then breaks into a full-on laugh. I blink again. “Well. That’s not like you. Am I missing a joke? I’m really not very good with those. The punchlines are always out of order-” “That’s it. That’s all this is. You were hitch-hiking on me.” “Well, if you have to put it like that.” He’s still chortling between sentences. “That’s – I’m afraid you’ve left me speechless. You play with us like an Ussal Crab’s squeeze toy, but in the end you still need us to fulfill your curiosity.” I blink a third time. “Well, yes. Of course I do. After all, what would I be without you?” He looks up. “Nothing at all?” “Well, not nothing. I’d still be around, sort of. The universe would continue to run, time would march onward. But think how tremendously dull it would be. You Toa, you scurry about, make your choices, change the world once in a while – I don’t know what I’d do without you as a jumping-off point. Go back to being a mask, I suppose. That’d be so dreadfully boring; I think I prefer this. Even if you do give me a terrible headache once in a while. When I have a head, that is.” He shakes his head. “Fine. Then we’ll call this done.” “Oh, yes, I suppose we will. Well, sort of. It’s not happened yet, for me. Or it’s happening right now. Already has happened. Tenses, I don’t know how you people get by with them. And as for you-“ Just for a moment, I let my smile drop away. “You won’t forget this. Not even half-forget, not even push it away into your most distant dreams like you did with poor little Duisi. That is your penalty for playing where you shouldn’t, as it is Lewa’s. When you next wake from a dream of your world in ruin, know that somewhere that is not a dream, and understand that there is a reason the Great Beings made plans for me to handle these matters and not you.” He looks back at me, and – oh, there it is! The great stone face. Utterly unreadable. “You should thank me,” I go on. “I could have done much worse. That upstart, Tren Krom – he taught me it’s simply no good to let you people meddle unsupervised, fun as you might be. I would have been well within my rights to end this little adventure of yours as soon as it began, to do to you what I did to him and Voporak.” And like that, my smile’s back. “But instead I helped you save that Protector. Wiped out one regret. Part on good terms? Eh? After all – you’ll be dealing with me for the rest of your days. Everyone does.” The Toa of Earth turns away. I suppose I could take another quick peek into his timeline, find out what he’s thinking at that moment, but – what a bother. I’m starting to like this whole ‘uncertainty’ thing. It’s such a nice, new feeling. I’ll leave him be. For now. When he opened his eyes, the sun was streaming through the windows, and Lewa looked very, very confused. “Onua,” he said hesitantly, “tell me there’s a reason my armor’s split open?” The Toa of Earth opened his mouth to answer, then closed it. Maybe best to start with the simple parts. “Your heart stopped.” “I – what?” “And so did the rest of you. And the rest of the universe.” Lewa cocked his head, and Onua sighed. So much for simple. “Come on. Let’s go grab breakfast. It’s going to take quite a while to explain.” “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting Johmak?” Onua stood and crossed the room. For a few seconds he looked up at his brother, and then wrapped his arms around him in a hug. The Toa of Air made a face rather like a Protector who’d seen a boulder coming his way. “Onua?” “To Karzahni with Johmak, and to Karzahni with the Vahi. I think you and I need to have a very, very long talk, brother. And then I think we need to go quick-racing.” Lewa’s arms finally figured out where they were supposed to go. “I can live with that,” he said, and smiled. “-But you saw him too, didn’t you, Master Onua? Was he a Toa?” Onua sighed and patted the Matoran – no, Protector, where had that word come from? - on the head. “It doesn’t matter, Ahau. What’s important is that you’re safe.” “But – where did he go? Who was he?” “Some mysteries do not have simple answers. Now listen: you’re not to work in the mines for the next month. That is an order.” Ahau’s head drooped. “I’m sorry, Master Onua, I should have been more careful –“ “No. The fault was mine – I simply think it best you be far away from it. Now go.” The Protector gave a hesitant nod, then turned and made down the tunnel. Onua looked back at the half-collapsed shaft. “Toa Onua,” he said quietly, “I know not where you came from, nor what that mask you wore was. But I thank you.” I smiled to myself – or at least I would have, if I had had a mouth. Don’t worry. You’ll know sooner than you think. ------------------------------- So! Apparently my way of celebrating Bionicle 2015 is writing a story that is pretty much as far away from Bionicle 2015 tone-wise as you can get. (The next one'll be a more traditional romp, I promise.) I'll probably do a blog post a little later with some more thoughts, but this thing's been languishing in editing long enough as it is. Thanks to Janus, Ballom, and fishers64 for their rough draft feedback! As always, thoughts and feedback are appreciated!
  9. Click the Above Link for the full gallery! Lewa is the daredevil Toa of Air, tossing caution to the wind at any chance he gets. His attitude allows him to perform breathtaking stunts and acrobatics that the other Toa Mata can only hope to match. Of course, Lewa’s competitive streak will push him to goad the others into contests, even if they know he’ll blow them away anyways. There’s something about his frantic actions and longwinded gabbering that keep him on everyone’s good side, even if they don’t show it. Lewa is agile and quick, well adapted to life among the trees inLe-Wahi, moving like a breeze in and through the canopy. He can control the very air itself, using it to further enhance his agility and grace. With his Toa Tool, a lightweight yet sturdy axe, he can direct the wind in more outwardly practical manners. (This moc here represents Lewa as he appears in the Bionicle: Rebuild universe.)
  10. So yesterday my sister gave me this drawing as part of my birthday present. She doesn't have an account here, but I wanted to show it to you guys: Full view Folder The caption says "gefeliciteerd", which means "congratulations" or "happy birthday".
  11. Lewa stood around the prone bodies of some of the most powerful beings in existance, facing someone who could smash him with the push of a button, or worse. He looked at the mad Po-Matoran, who wasn't a Matoran. Lewa's mask, which had so often worn a smile, was curved into a grim frown. "And now, for the ultimate solution." the mad being known as Velika stated with obvious insanity. As Velika reached for a switch, something clicked in Lewa's head. "I have to destroy him. even if it means my life." The normally happy, airheaded Toa Nuva was now forced to call upon his last resort. He drew upon his reserves of elemental energy, and forced them out in one massive display of power. Velika cried out too late, as the blast of air shot outward with the force of an atom bomb, upturning everything in its path. The insane Great Being's frail form was thrown about like a straw, slamming into things. A few seconds after the blast of air shot out, the air begain to swirl. And swirl. ANd swirl. It went faster and faster, picking up anythingthat was not uprooted before and tossing it every which way. Lewa was suspened in the middle of the storm, his eyes closed in half concentration, half exhaustion, as he poured every last bit of his power into the storm. His fists were clenched, and all his muscles tense. The storm kept raging on, until finally Lewa's reserves were fully exhausted. The storm died down, dropping everything caught in it, Lewa fell to the ground, and knew no more. __________ Something I wrote on the LMBs.
  12. The REAL first chapter. I decided to maybe return here for a little bit and try to fix the problems the forum upgrade created when it took every chapter of all the stuff I've written and turned it into unreadable blocks of text. I've slowly started fixing it. I honestly don't care if no one reads my stuff anymore, it bothers me that this happened. It bothers me more that it seems I'm the only one this happened to. So I'm going to go on ahead and fix it all by myself. In the mean time, here is the real first chapter for the Wimp Waker. I've honestly lost the will to make the Skyward Sword parody, not only because everyone on BZPower seems to hate it (I'm the only one posting in it and without feedback to go off, I don't know whether you all hate it or not), but I'm discouraged from writing it because I don't know if you all hate it or not. Plus, I didn't even WANT to start writing it. I wanted to start making the Wind Waker spoof because not only is it one of my most favorite games, but I already started writing it with a skeletal plot outline, which also got posted here as a "What-if" sort of script, but it also suffered the same fate and I don't really see a point in fixing that since it's not part of the main story. So I'm just going to post the first chapter. I will return to writing this when I feel like it. Until then, I'll be trying to fix the rest of the series so that it is actually readable again. Enjoy. Or don't enjoy. Seriously. I get the feeling no one likes my writing anymore. Either way, I love writing, so I don't care if no one likes my stuff or not. This is but one of the legends the Matoran talk about. Just one. Not two. Not three. Not seventy-eight. Just one… Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden… in the middle of the field for everyone to see. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, LOTSA Spaghetti, and peace. But mostly LOTSA Spaghetti. But one day a wicked burn victim of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself because he figured “Hey, why not?” and because it was just right there in front of him, ready and ripe for the taking. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness everywhere, all within the time span of exactly seven days. But then, when all hope died and the hour of doom seemed at hand… A young Toa of Air appeared as if out of nowhere… when in reality he was just locked up in a temple for seven days. He brought fire with him. Wielding the blade of evil’s bane, he sealed the dark one away with some annoying Southern Belle girl and brought back light to the land… because taking him down right then and there to end his evil forever was not an option. Just seal him away in some realm of light with some hillbilly girl. The Toa who traveled through time to save the land was then named the Hero of Time. You know, because it made sense at the time. His tale was passed through generation until it became legend. Because no one wrote anything down, so no one could really recall things exactly. But then… there came a day when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that everyone thought was gone forever and sealed away by the hero wasn’t actually gone forever. He and his mismatched partner returned, and he was eager to resume his dark designs. Big surprise there. Faced by an onslaught, everyone could only appeal to the Great Spirit and his three subordinates… because no one likes Hylia apparently, but enough of her. In their last hour as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of Fate. Unfortunately, Fate wasn’t in a good mood that day and she didn’t help them. What became of this kingdom? None remain who know… which brings up the question of how I’m able to relay this story to you all… Bionicle: Wimp Waker -- Abridged *Somewhere on Outset Island, there was going to be something big going down…* Macku: BIG BROOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEER!!! *The young and vibrant Macku ran down the ramp of the home she lived in, calling out for her big brother. As she ran, she got her favorite telescope handy.* Macku: BIG BROOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEER!!! *Macku used her telescope to look, and she then looked over at the lone watch post at the other end of their peaceful home island of Outset. Putting her telescope down, she scurried over to the watch post.* *Meanwhile, Macku's brother was seemingly trapped in a recurring nightmare. It's raining. There's a storm going on. He's standing in front of a draw bridge, which slowly lets itself down. He has never seen this building before in his life, but historical texts (if there were any left) would call it the Coliseum of Metru Nui* Lewa: Whoa, creepy doors… *Then all of a sudden, two beings atop a mount pass right by him, one being a young Toa of water. Lewa moved away before being trampled, staring back at her...* Lewa: What was that thing? Nokama: A horse, you moron! *The two rode away and the dream continued. Lewa, stunned, got to his feet again. He turned back to face the Coliseum, only to meet face-to-face with a dark being with a unsettling vibe.* Antroz: You know... I actually succeed in an alternate universe. I call it the Antruniverse. Lewa: NOOOOOOOOO!!!! *Lewa, now back in his own body and time, awoke from the dream. He thought he heard Macku calling him. He turned around, but she wasn't there. He faced forward again, and sure enough, there she was.* Macku: Wake up, big brother! Lewa: BWAAHHH!!! Macku: Are you awake now? Lewa: Please exit my life and never return. Macku: I just drank 28 gallons of soda. Lewa: That’s really deep-interesting. Not. Macku: I knew you'd be here. This is my favorite spot to look out and gaze at the seagulls. I call it "Macku's Lookout." Lewa: Cute. Why are you here? Macku: Grandma said she’s got your birthday present. Lewa: You mean nothing? Like every year before? Macku: Yeah. And when I asked her, she kicked me out of the house. Lewa: Then annoy-bug the neighbors. Macku: I don’t think they like me. Lewa: You’re weird. Macku: Aren't you glad to have such an adorable little sister like me here to wake up you and check on you all the time? Lewa: Nope. Macku: Well... why don't you go see Grandma anyway? Lewa, sighs: I'll do it, but it'll be a huge waste of mine time and everyone else's. *Lewa leaves the watch post and climbs down the ladder slowly. Afterwards, he makes his way on the dock and makes it home.* Lewa: You know... Grandma always says she never has enough money to get us anything. I wonder if it's true... *With that, Lewa gets a wonderful awful idea and crawls underneath the steps of the house. From there, he finds a very small crawl space and as he follows it, he manages to find a secret room with a secret treasure chest. Curious, he opens it, and sure enough, he gets 100 rupees right off the bat.* Lewa: HA! I knew Grandma was lying to us the whole time! Well, I just snuck-swiped her life savings! *After doing a very bad deed that would most likely make anyone deem him a thief, Lewa makes it back up and goes in to greet his grandmother.* Grandma: Why, hello there, Lewa. Today is a very special day for you. Lewa: Is it the day you put Macku up for adoption? Grandma: No, but that's a very great idea. Today you are the same age as the age of the Hero of Time. Lewa: The Who? Grandma: No, not The Who, although I do like their music. The Hero of Time. The one who stopped the Dork Lord from taking over that ancient kingdom before the Dork Lord returned and made everything go bad. Lewa: He sounds more like the Loser of Time if you ask me. Grandma: Yes, he was a loser. But we still worship him never the less. So to honor this occasion, I have bought you... um... I bought you... some Emperor's New Clothes! Lewa: Why do you always do this every single time? Grandma: Come now, Lewa, try them on. I'm sure they'll look nice. *Lewa mocking tries on the "invisible" clothes over his already existent green armor.* Grandma: Oh, Lewa, you look so nice in your new clothes. Lewa: These are the clothes I wear all the time. Grandma: If it'll make you shut up, I'll go get you some candy later. Lewa: Sweet! Grandma: You remind me so much of your Grandpa Lesovikk from when we were growing up. Oh, those were such happy memories. Lewa: Do I have to hear this? Grandma: He'd always tell me, "Nikala, quit trying to cheap out on everybody, or else you're going to make people angry." You grandpa was so silly. I never made anyone mad at me. Lewa: Grandpa sure had some good common sense. How'd he end up marrying you anyway? Grandma: I forced him to accept my love. Lewa: O_O Okay... I'm... gonna go... step outside. *Lewa then runs out of there like a mad cow, opening and then slamming the door shut on his way out.* Lewa: Well, that takes care of that. I guess nothing left but to go back to my "adorable" sister that I love so much. *Later on after a convenient time skip...* Macku: Nothing again, huh? Lewa: Nope. She did promise me candy, though. Macku: Now for my birthday present. I'm going to let you have it for one day. Lewa: At least it's one more present than what Grandma gives me. Macku: Happy Birthday! It's my favorite telescope! Lewa: Nice. Macku: It's my most favorite possession in the world, and I want to share it with you, but you can only have it for one day. Lewa: I’m going to look at things while you ramble on. *As Macku rambles on with her semi-non-coherent rambling, Lewa looks around the island.* Lewa: Oh, hey look, it's the postman. *Indeed it was. The Rito postman was delivering some mail. But all of a sudden, he starts flapping his winds furiously.* Lewa: What's he freaking out at? *That's when he sees a giant mutant Nivawk with something in its claws, as well as a pirate ship shooting at it.* Lewa: It's the Black Pearl! Macku: That's not the Black Pearl. Why doesn't it have the all-black sails? *What REALLY caught Lewa’s attention was a Toa of water in the talons of the bird. As the bird was hit by the cannons of the ship, the girl was released and she fell to her doom.* Lewa: Well, that’s not something you see every day. Look at the fat bird. Quick, hide the children! Macku: You should go over there and help the girl. Lewa: You’re still here? Well, you might be right. And she does look cute. Macku: Cuter than me? Lewa: Yes. It’s not that difficult, you know. Even that “Toa Tuyet” I read about is cuter than you. Macku: But look where she fell. You're gonna need something to cut your way through. Why not talk to that crazy old guy Grandma tells us not to talk to? Lewa: You're right! I could totally swipe-steal something from him! Macku: >_> Lewa: I mean, learn the ways of the sword. *Another time skip later...* *Lewa walks in and there is an aging Toa of Fire throwing himself against the wall.* Lewa: Uh... Toa Norik? Norik: Huh? Oh. Why if it isn't young Lewa. Lewa: Why are you doing that? Is it part of some special ancient training? Norik: No. I just have this really bad cramp in my left shoulder. It hurts! Lewa: Wow... You really do sound like Kagome's Grandpa. Norik: What do you need, young one? Lewa: I need to go rescue some cute girl who fell into the woods. *Those words were enough to make Norik drop his spear.* Lewa: Are you going to help me or not? Norik: As an advocate of love, I shall. I'm glad you didn't turn out anything like my brother upstairs. He's all about books and knowledge and PPPPBBBBTTT!!! *For the heck of it, Norik rams into the wall once last time, not only popping his shoulder back in place, but (from the sound of it) making a bunch of pots from upstairs fall and break.* Iruini's voice: You blasted hooligan! Can't you see that I, the hard-reading Iruini, am trying my best to study?! Norik: You keep doing that, you page-turning old loon! Now, then, let us begin, Lewa. Take this sword. I don't use it for much of anything. Lewa: Who's was this? Norik: I don't remember. All I remember was that I took it from him while he was screaming "I hate you" because of the pain inflicted upon him. Lewa: O_O *They both bow and then slowly but surely, Norik teaches him how to do some of the proper techniques, as laid down by the Hero of Time. After another convenient time skip, Lewa begins his trek up towards the woods.* Lewa: Stupid sign. *Lewa chops down the "DANGER!!!" sign that blocked his path.* Lewa: Screw the rules, I have a sword. *Lewa went up the boring path up the mountain and over a bridge and in between the red an green apple trees. At the top of the mountain where he met this newcomer who didn’t actually fall to her doom. She just fell a very long ways. And got caught on a tree branch.* Lewa: And there she is. Wait... what's that up there. *Overhead, there were some birds that looked like that big ugly one from earlier except smaller carrying some equally ugly creatures in their talons. The birds dropped said creatures.* Lewa: Oh, no, a bunch of goblins with high-pitched squealy voices! *Lewa takes out the sword given to him by Norik and proceeds to fight them and kill them. I get bored writing fight sequences with field enemies, okay? Anyway, after they were all done with, Lewa turned his attention back over to the mysterious girl... who proceeded to wake up.* Nera: Huh...? BWAAAHH!!! *Startled by the fact she was suspended in mid-air by a tree branch, she begins struggling and squirming until the branch gives way and she falls on her rear.* Lewa: Oh, right. I should have caught her. Nera: Ugh... Stupid tree. You just made the list. *She takes out a small notebook with the words "Revenge List" etched on the front cover from her satchel and flips it over to a specific page and scribbles down "Stupid island tree." Right beneath the names "Santa Claus," "Count Drewku," and "Dr. Colossol."* Nera: Stupid island tree, you've made a new enemy today. Lewa: Who are you? Nera: I could ask you the same thing. Lewa: Common island dweller. Nera: Okay. So where am I? Lewa: Outset Island. And hey, I’m asking the questions here! Brutaka: Miss Nera, I finally found you. Nera: D’oh, Brutaka, I thought I told you to never go blurting out stuff. Brutaka: I’m sorry, Miss Nera, but you know how I get when I’m hungry. Nera: I’ll let you off. *Another boring walk later.* Lewa: So who are you? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Brutaka! Lewa: He’s a pirate? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Stop talking! Both of you! Brutaka: We’re all pirates. Nera: Oh, Brutaka, you’re so slow in the head. Macku, from afar: Big brother! Lewa: Oh, it’s you. Hey, I found some pirates. Nera: No, I’m not. Brutaka: Yes, you are. *Nera smacks Brutaka on the head and Brutaka cries out.* Brutaka: Is there anyone out there as unlucky as me? *In the irony of his words, the giant bird swoops in and takes Macku.* Macku: Bye, big brother! Lewa: Oh, no, you don’t, you stupid bird! You’re not going to force me on some epic trek-quest! *Lewa runs off the edge of a cliff (SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!), but Nera grabs him before he falls.* Nera: By the goddesses, you’re a moron… *Somewhere in the heavens…* Nayru: Think we should have chosen someone else to be our hero? Din: Maybe we should stop choosing them like this. Farore: Puppies make me smile! Nayru and Din: Shut up, Farore!
  13. So here is the not long awaited Skyward Stooge, the first of many prequels in the Dimwit of Time saga. I say that because I wanted to make yet another one that takes place even before this story based on the Skyward Sword Manga. Before anyone reads this... PLEASE READ THE OTHERS STORIES IN THE SERIES. PLEASE REFER TO THE LINKS IN MY SIGNATURE. In the past, people said they were confused over some story elements, and after answering questions, I realized a lot of it was because they read either Twilight Delinquent or The Moron's Mask without reading the other stories. A lot of this stuff builds on itself. After all, would you read Chamber of Secrets and then jump to Order of the Phoenix without reading the books in between? Anyways, here. I've only written 8 chapters as of this post. This one serves as bit of a prologue chapter, so not a whole lot actually happens here aside from getting introduced to the protagonist and a few important characters. This is also probably the shortest chapter of the 8 I've written so far, so sorry for that. With that in mind, I'm going to sparingly post updates while I try to write more. This is a tale you of Matoran kind have passed down through uncounted generations… It tells of a war of unmatched scale and ferocity, the likes of which would never be seen again.One dark, fateful day, the earth cracked wide and malevolent forces rushed forth from the fissure. Led by the evil king of shadows, they mounted a brutal assault upon the surface people, driving the land into despair. They burnt the forests to ash, choked the land's sweet springs, and defeated many without hesitation.They did all this in their lust to take the ultimate power protected by Her Grace, the goddess... who was really undermined by the three golden goddesses who are in turn undermined by the great spirit, but that's another story. The power she guarded was without equal. Handed down by the golden goddesses, this power gave its holder the means to make any desire a reality. Such was the might of the ultimate power that the old ones placed it in the care of Her Grace. To prevent this great power from falling into the hands of the evil swarming the lands, the goddesses gathered up survivors of whom she could not stand for the life of her onto an outcropping of earth. She sent it skyward, beyond the reach of the demonic shadow hordes, beyond even the clouds. With these outcasts safe, the goddess joined forces with the other remaining outcasts that she liked and fought the evil forces, sealing them away. At last, peace was restored to the surface… or so it seemed. The dark king vowed vengeance against the goddess and devised an ultimate plan. In response, the goddess was said to have a plan of her own if in case the evil ever truly did return. Bionicle: Skyward Stooge*That's when the narration is interrupted by a white-gloved hand tearing the page out of a book.*Ghirahim: Hee hee hee… shows that they all know. So they truly think they are safe… well, they're wrong! It won't be too long before my master will take back this world and everything will be as it should have been…*Ghirahim smiled a demented grin, thinking of his master's great, college-educated plan and the important role he played in it. He looked over to a shelf and picked up a black Kanohi mask. It looked like the Kanohi Ignika, the mask of life, but it was something totally different.*Ghirahim: One of the first things I have to do is find some poor soul to wear this mask and become a herald to my master. I just don't know who… Well, whoever it is I pick, I'm sure it will be the right decision! Ha ha ha! I just love me so much!*Ghirahim's laughter could be heard throughout the snowy mountains where his mansion resided, creating an even more bone-chilling feeling to those who could hear it…**Somewhere in a dark forest, there is a great rumbling that causes the area to shake until the earth cleaves in half and a repulsive creature covered in shadow heaves itself upwards, letting out an animalistic roar. Covered in many scales and with hundreds of sharp teeth, it continued to get out from the ground, walking on its two legs. The creature was truly hideous, looking like a cross between a whale, an ostrich, and an earth worm, as it walked and observed its surroundings. It had no arms and no eyes, which only made things more questionable. And where were its ears? Well, nevermind. It let out one final roar before the vision of this creature fades to shadow.**It is a truly beautiful day in Skyloft as a crimson Loftwing and an indigo Loftwing soar through the clouds and the sun was shining brightly. A few people in Skyloft whistled to summon their Loftwings as they jumped off the edge (SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!) and landed on their birds (well, that's a relief) to fly away. The indigo Loftwing flew away from its crimson counterpart, flying over to a rather large statue of the goddess known as Hylia.**By the statue, a young girl by the name of Nokama was practicing a song on her golden harp. Her practice was cut short when the indigo bird dropped by. The Loftwing was hers. She went over to stroke its beautiful feathers and handed it a note, which it took in its beak and flew away, knowing where to go. Nokama smiled as the bird flew away and turned back to face the statue of the goddess.**Elsewhere, a young man named Lewa was surrounded by darkness wherever he went. He then found himself face to face with the horrible half whale/half earth worm/ half ostrich thing as it roared at him. Scared, Lewa stumbled back. But then a brilliant light shone and the monster roared in anger as it retreated. That's when Lewa heard a voice… an autotuned voice… and no, it's not pop singer Ke$ha.*Female voice: Rise, Lewa. It is time for you to awaken. You are fated to have a hand in a great destiny, and it will soon find you. The time has come for you to awaken…Lewa: Who are you, mysterious woman?Female voice: Lewa…*The voice stopped and the light went away. As the creature roared one more time, it sounded more like a bird crowing. Lewa looked away and ran into an indigo Loftwing. The bird let out a loud screech that threw Lewa out of bed. That's right. It was all a dream! Who saw that one coming? Okay, I'll stop now.*Lewa: Ugh, my head…*Lewa looked around his room and then at the bird peeking its head from his window. The bird stared at him before spitting the letter at him, hitting him in the head. Then the bird quickly retreated and flew away.*Lewa: Now what was that for?*Lewa scratched his head and studied the letter. It was from Nokama. He opened the letter and proceeded to read it.*Letter: "Hey, sleepyhead, I know how much you like to sleep in, so I'm guessing this letter will be your alarm clock this morning. Did I guess right?"Lewa: You got that right. Why can't I sleep-rest some more? Well, it's better than the alarm clock she gave me last Christmas…*Lewa looked over at his cartoonish alarm clock, which looked like a rejected cat-like neopet.*Clock: Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Wake up. You are lazy and worthless. Ha ha ha!Letter: "Rise and shine, Lewa! Today's the Wing Ceremony! You promised to meet me before it started, remember?"Lewa: Yeah… considering you wouldn't stop mentioning it to me all last week.Letter: "You better not keep me waiting. Nokama."Lewa, stretching: Well, I better not.*Lewa looked around his room before heading out. His room was one of many within the Knight Academy, where other young people lived. He went downstairs where he noticed one of the top knights at the academy, Jaller.*Jaller: Morning, Lewa. So, today's the Wing Ceremony. Are you ready?Lewa: I was born to wind-soar, Jaller.Jaller: Well, I mean all I'm saying is that everyone is out in the plaza practicing while you seemed so relaxed.Lewa: That's them. This is me we're talking about. Jaller: Of course, that crimson Loftwing of yours is something special, so I'd be confident too. My bird won the last ceremony, but I doubt he'd be a match for that red terror of yours. Then again, a bird's speed in a race always comes down to the skill of the rider. I'm something of a bird researcher here, so if you ever need to know something, you know where to find me.Lewa: Yeah. You're walking outside at night.Jaller, gasps: Who told you?! I mean… uh… Lewa: Catch you later.*Lewa went into the classroom where he went and spoke to Professor Hydraxon.*Hydraxon: Hello, Lewa. It's time to put what you've learned to use. All those practical skills I taught you and all the academic prowess Professor Lessovik taught you!Lewa: Yeah, I got it. *As he exist the classroom, Jaller seems annoyed.*Jaller: I NEED FOOD!Lewa: Hmm… I should check on that.*As Lewa goes to see the lunch lady, he spots Matoro moving some barrels around.*Lewa: Hey, Matoro. What's with the barrels?Matoro: Oh, hey, Lewa. I wanted to go to the Wing Ceremony, but I'm stuck here moving barrels for the lunch lady. She scares me. Could you help me with this?Lewa: Sure thing.*Lewa takes the barrel and delivers it to the lunch lady.*Helryx: About time it got here.Lewa: Is it really necessary to trap-coop Matoro in here just to help you?Helryx: Yes.Lewa: Well, excuse me, princess.*Lewa walks out of the kitchen and waves good-bye to Matoro as he walks out the front door to go to the statue of the goddess. *
  14. I made the base for this a while ago, but now I've gotten back to work on it and figured I'd post the progress pictures. I've already made a Hau, but I'm using a slightly different process for this Miru. It started with a paper file from CrunchbiteNuva, then I coated it with fiberglass resin and reinforced it with fiberglass. Now I've coated it with Bondo body filler and sanded it down, I'll add more coats then paint it, with less damage detail than the Hau. Without further ado: and here's a closer look at it, I realized that one coat would be an excellent base for an Infected mask: My garage is a mess right now thanks to some water damage so I'm working on a pizza box on a board, in the driveway. Ta-Metru it ain't. I'll post more pictures as it gets closer to completion.
  15. All right, since there's split opinions on people who wanted either a Skyward Sword spoof or Wind Waker spoof, here's what I'm going to do. This is the skeletal script for the Wind Waker parody originally planned to be next. I call it this because for the most part, this is how I figure out what the story is going to be like. I just write down ideas on a word document in chronological order to serve as my basis. As I go along writing, I can eventually connect the dots between sequences to fill in gaps, thus making a full-fledged chapter. Since people want to see Wind Waker so badly, here is a one-shot chapter of it, even shorter than a Skyward Stooge chapter. I will eventually make a full version, but so people will stop bothering me about it and telling me bad things, here's this to hold you all over, so you can get an idea of what it could have been like had SS not been the next one I chose to make. EDIT: Okay, because I'm a really stupid moron who didn't check the topic name, this topic will now be where I post the future Wind Waker Spoof. So I guess come back here after Skyward Stooge is done and be ready for a new adventure. So consider this post Chapter 0. So those who mist feel lost, this takes place after the Dimwit of Time, when Lewa (DOT) leaves back to his own timeline, thus creating a whole new timeline alongside the one he left behind. He momentarily existed in both of them, but then crossed over with Navi, becoming separated from the elements that made him a hero, defeating Antroz and having the Triforce of Courage. Although when he returns home, the Triforce senses his presence, thus it breaks apart, giving Lewa back the Triforce of Courage and unknowingly giving Nokama and Antroz their respective Triforce pieces. Lewa stops Antroz from going through with his plans, all is well (until Twilight Delinquent when everyone finds out Antroz has the Triforce of Power). Meanwhile, in the other timeline, Antroz was imprisoned in the Sacred Realm (along with Toa Tuyet for whatever reason), and everything is just pinky fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows until Antroz breaks out and causes chaos. Since Dume is too old and senile, Nokama's uncle ends up taking his place as king for the time being after she asks for him personally. The newly anointed King Lhikan has trouble trying to figure out what to do, so he and everyone else tries to appeal to the goddesses and the Triforce, hoping for some solution when they realize there is no hero to come and save them. Ultimately, the kingdom is drowned and everyone's lives sacrificed. That is, save for Antroz and King Lhikan... This is but one of the legends the Matoran talk about. Just one. Not two. Not three. Not seventy-eight. Just one… Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden… in the middle of the field for everyone to see. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, LOTSA Spaghetti, and peace. But mostly LOTSA Spaghetti. But one day a wicked burn victim of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself because he figured “Hey, why not?” and because it was just right there in front of him, ready and ripe for the taking. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness everywhere, all within the time span of exactly seven days. But then, when all hope died and the hour of doom seemed at hand… A young Toa of Air appeared as if out of nowhere… when in reality he was just locked up in a temple for seven days. He brought fire with him. Wielding the blade of evil’s bane, he sealed the dark one away with some annoying Southern Belle girl and brought back light to the land… because taking him down right then and there to end his evil forever was not an option. Just seal him away in some realm of light with some hillbilly girl. The Toa who traveled through time to save the land was then named the Hero of Time. You know, because it made sense at the time. His tale was passed through generation until it became legend. Because no one wrote anything down, so no one could really recall things exactly. But then… there came a day when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that everyone thought was gone forever and sealed away by the hero wasn’t actually gone forever. He and his mismatched partner returned, and he was eager to resume his dark designs. Big surprise there. Faced by an onslaught, everyone could only appeal to the Great Spirit and his three subordinates… because no one likes Hylia apparently, but enough of her. In their last hour as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of Fate. Unfortunately, Fate wasn’t in a good mood that day and she didn’t help them. What became of this kingdom? None remain who know… which brings up the question of how I’m able to relay this story to you all… Bionicle: Wimp Waker -- Condensed *Somewhere on Outset Island, there was going to be something big going down…* Idris: Wake up, big brother! Lewa, getting up: Please exit my life and never return. Idris: I just drank 28 gallons of soda. Lewa: That’s really deep-interesting. Not. Why are you here? Idris: Grandma said she’s got your birthday present. Lewa: You mean nothing? Like every year before? Idris: Yeah. And when I asked her, she kicked me out of the house. Lewa: Then annoy-bug the neighbors. Idris: I don’t think they like me. Lewa: You’re weird. Give me the telescope. I’m going to look at things while you ramble on. *As Idris rambles on with her semi-non-coherent rambling, Lewa sees a giant mutant Nivawk with something in its claws, as well as a pirate ship shooting at it. What caught Lewa’s attention was a Toa of water in the talons of the bird. As the bird was hit by the cannons of the ship, the girl was released and she fell to her doom.* Lewa: Well, that’s not something you see every day. Look at the fat bird. Idris: You should go over there and help the girl. Lewa: You’re still here? Well, you might be right. And she does look cute. Idris: Cuter than me? Lewa: Yes. It’s not that difficult, you know. Even that “Toa Tuyet” I read about is cuter than you. *Lewa went up the boring path to the top of the mountain where he met this newcomer who didn’t actually fall to her doom. She just fell a very long ways.* Lewa: Who are you? Nera: I could ask you the same thing. Lewa: Common island dweller. Nera: Okay. So where am I? Lewa: Outset Island. And hey, I’m asking the questions here! Brutaka: Miss Nera, I finally found you. Nera: D’oh, Brutaka, I thought I told you to never go blurting out stuff. Brutaka: I’m sorry, Miss Nera, but you know how I get when I’m hungry. Nera: I’ll let you off. *Another boring walk later.* Lewa: So who are you? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Brutaka! Lewa: He’s a pirate? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Stop talking! Both of you! Brutaka: We’re all pirates. Nera: Oh, Brutaka, you’re so slow in the head. Idris, from afar: Big brother! Lewa: Oh, it’s you. Hey, I found some pirates. Nera: No, I’m not. Brutaka: Yes, you are. *Nera smacks Brutaka on the head and Brutaka cries out.* Brutaka: Is there anyone out there as unlucky as me? *In the irony of his words, the giant bird swoops in and takes Idris.* Idris: Bye, big brother! Lewa: Oh, no, you don’t, you stupid bird! You’re not going to force me on some epic trek-quest! *Lewa runs off the edge of a cliff (SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!), but Nera grabs him before he falls.* Nera: By the goddesses, you’re a moron… *Somewhere in the heavens…* Nayru: Think we should have chosen someone else to be our hero? Din: Maybe we should stop choosing them like this. Farore: Puppies make me smile! Nayru and Din: Shut up, Farore! *Back on Outset…* Nera: Say what? Lewa: You heard me. I gotta get my sister before she does something dumb. Nera: Like jump off a cliff? Lewa: Exactly. Nera: Okay. It’ll give me a good excuse to use my new catapult. Lewa: What? Nera, sly: Yup. *She hits Lewa on the head and knocks him out* *Before he knew it (and he didn’t), Lewa was dumped onto a catapult and sent flying through the air, sailing through the sky for many days and nights until he smacks his face right into a walled fortress.* Lewa: Well, good thing I’m an adorable cartoon character. Or else I could have died. Nera/ Pirates’ charm: Lewa, can you hear me? Lewa: Stop the voices in my head! Nera: No, check your pocket. *Lewa does so and sees the charm.* Lewa: Nera? What is this glowing-charm? Nera: It lets me talk to you. I put it in your pocket while you were out cold. Lewa: Oh… okay. You didn’t take funny picture of me as well, did you? Nera, nervous: Uh, no? Nera, thinking: Don’t say anything, Nera. He could be on to you and your secret crush on him… Lewa: Oh, that’s good. Where’s my sword? Nera: At the top of the fortress. Lewa: D’oh, kraata slime. *Later at the top of the fortress.* Lewa: I found you! Now to see who is behind this! *Lewa opens the door.* Lewa: I knew you were behind this! *Lewa points over at the cage with the other various young Matoran girls.* Lewa, calmly: Because who else would be behind a dungeon door? Idris: Big brother! *Just then, the Nivawk King swoops in, plucks Lewa, and delivers him to his master.* Master: Drop him. Tuyet, southern accent: Hi, there, cutie pie! *The Nivawk King drops/flings him away like nothing. And after miraculously surviving, Lewa wakes up and meets a frightening new face.* King of Red Lions: Hey, how’s it going? Lewa: Talking boat! How?! KORL: Magic. Lewa: Oh. KORL: To save your sister, you must defeat the evil dark master. Lewa: What’s his name? KORL: Antroz. Lewa: What’s he like? KORL: Well, you see, Antroz was a naughty boy who tried to take over the world until he got defeated and imprisoned with a friend of mine-- I mean… some insane lady. Lewa: Okay. KORL: Adventure! Lewa: Hey, look… *Lewa stands up, pulls out a white mask with a red disk from out of nowhere, and puts it on.* Lewa: Amon a boat. KORL: … Let’s go. *2 Temples later…* Lewa: Can we get to Antroz now? KORL: No. *1 mismatched sidequest later…* Lewa: Can we go get Antroz now? KORL: NO. *1 stupid tower later…* Lewa: Can we go get Antroz now? KORL: Not until you get the Master Sword? Lewa: Where? KORL: In Metru Nui! *1 deep-sea diving trip later…* Lewa: I found it! KORL: Good! Now we can go! To the Forsaken Fortress! *Back at the Forsaken Fortress…* Idris: Big brother! Lewa: Can you be less loud? Nera: I’ll take it from here! Lewa: Why are you here? Nera: To take these girls back to their fathers and get rich, that’s why. Lewa: Uh… Okay. What about my sister? Nera: We’ll just keep her onboard until you’re done here. Nera, thinking: That clueless look in his eyes is so… Lewa: Okay. *One silly boss fight later.* Lewa: Okay, Antroz, I killed your angry chicken! Antroz: Surprise backhand! *Antroz backhands Lewa.* Tuyet: Hey, y’all, Tuyet here. Antroz: I don’t like you! Nera: Don’t worry, my love, I will save you! Antroz: Get away from me! *As Antroz gets ahold of her wrist, his Triforce of Power starts to glow.* Antroz: My Triforce is resonating. I have you now, Princess Nokama! Nera: But… I’m not Nokama. Antroz: Don’t lie to me, Nokama. You’ve pulled this trick before with that whole “Nessk” disguise. Well, it won’t work now! *Just then, Lewa and Nera are randomly rescued by some filler characters I did not portray in this whatsoever. And then Valoo shows up and torches Antroz’s quarters.* Antroz: I’m on fire! Again! Why does this keep happening to me?! Tuyet: Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Nope, it’s just me. *giggles* Antroz: You daft twit! Are you that oblivious? We’re going to die here and all you can do is talk about how attractive you are! I’d rather go… marry… Elitha than continue being here with you! Tuyet: You admit you find me attractive! Antroz: I said no such thing! Tuyet: Admit it, sugar, you like me. Antroz: Can’t you see the fire?! Tuyet: Yup. It’s in your eyes, darlin’. Antroz: *sighs* Me mind on fire. Me soul on fire. Feeling hot hot hot. Party people, all around me feeling hot hot hot. *One travel back to the sunken city of Metru Nui later…* Lhikan: I’m the king of Metru Nui and the King of Red Lions! And you are really Princess Nokama! *Lhikan takes his part of the Triforce of Wisdom, takes Nera’s necklace, and it becomes the whole Triforce of Wisdom, which changes Nera to Nokama.* Nokama: I’m a princess! Lewa: I’m confused. Uli: I’m pregnant! Lewa: Who are you?! Lhikan: Now we must leave Nokama in this empty basement while we go save the world. Nokama: Will I be safe? Lhikan: … Yes. Nokama: I totally trust you! Lhikan: Now let us go, Lewa. Lewa: Whatever you say, Kingy. Nokama: Bye, my love! Lewa: What? Nokama: Bye… my… Lewa? Lewa: … Bye, my Nokama? Nokama, sighs happily: Take care. *Lhikan teleports back up as Lewa goes up the stairs.* Lewa: Why are you quick-warping? Lhikan: Because I’m rich! Walking is for poor people! Lewa: Okay. Bye again, Nokama. Nokama: Bye again, my love. *Back on the surface world* KORL: Now we have to go through two more temples to awaken the sages and restore power to the Master Sword. Lewa: How hard can that be? *2 temples and some random sidequests later…* Lewa: That was annoying! Now what?! KORL: We must go back to Metru Nui! Lewa: Good. KORL: But first we need the Triforce of Courage! Lewa: Okay, that’ll be easy! *a super long time later…* Lewa: Okay, I got these stupid Triforce charts. Can we find the Triforce of Courage now? KORL: No! Now we must get them deciphered! Lewa: By who? Tingle: Ti-iiiiiiiiinnnnnnngllllle!!! Lewa: Aw, darn it!! *one spent fortune later.* Lewa: Now what? KORL: Go find the pieces of the Triforce! Lewa: Wait, you mean this isn’t like some giant map? KORL: Nope. When the Hero of Time left, he broke the Triforce into eight convenient pieces. Lewa: I hate you, Hero of Time! I hope when you got back to your own time, that you broke the Triforce just by being there and made Antroz get the Triforce of Power as a divine prank! *one month later…* Lewa: I got it all! Now can we go!? KORL: Yes! Lewa: Finally! *Later still in Metru Nui…* Lhikan: Oh, no, Antroz broke in here and kidnapped Nokama after we left her here defenseless and alone in this easily accessible basement! Lewa: What are the odds of that?! *In Nokama’s room…* Antroz: It’s taking a long time for Lewa to get in here. While I’m waiting, how about I see what Nokama’s dreaming about? *Insert some random Toa Nokama X Toa Lewa pairing montage with some stupid romance song of your choosing.* Antroz: No! Take it away, take it away! My mind has been ruined forever! Tuyet: Aw, come on, sweetie pie, it couldn’t have been all that bad. Antroz: Then why don’t YOU take a look?! Lewa: Antroz!! Antroz: I’ve been waiting for you, Hero! You definitely are the Hero of Time reincarnated. I wouldn’t have expected less. Lewa: Enough talk, fight now! Antroz: Fine! *Antroz throws a cloak over himself, and then suddenly these long, sharp claws break forth, and soon there is a giant dragon puppet towering before him.* Puppet Antroz: I got me strings to make me move. Lewa, screams: A PUPPET!! *Lewa takes out his fire arrows and sets the thing on fire, causing it to die a terrible terrible death.* Antroz: You fool! You’ve ruined my dreams of opening a puppet theater when I retire! Well, if that’s how you’re going to play, fine! I’ll just take the obsessed girl with me! Tuyet: Wait for me, sugar! Lewa: You won’t sneak-pass by me that easily, puppet boy! *Later on top of the tower…* Antroz: My kind has been through a lot of pain and suffering over the years. Chancellor Teridax, Sorceror Mutran, so many more have met terrible fates at the hands of Toa! Now I am going to take back what is mine! Lewa: Huh? Antroz: Surprise backhand! *Antroz back-hands Lewa, knocking the sword out of his hand (which plunges into the ground about 2 inches away from the unconscious Nokama), knocking him unconscious, and allowing Antroz to grab his arm.* Antroz: O Powerful Triforce, come to me! *The crests on Antroz, Lewa, and Nokama’s hands glow, and the Triforce itself appears before Antroz.* Antroz: I want you to make me king! *Before Antroz can go touch it, Lhikan touches it first.* Lhikan: He who touches the Triforce gets his wish granted. That is what you said, is it not, Antroz? Tuyet, gasp: Then… that means… Antroz is no match for THE KING. Lhikan: I wish for hope and future for these young ones! And may you, me, and Tuyet drown with Metru Nui… Tuyet: Say what? *Antroz sounds like he’s crying at first, but turns out he’s laughing? Why? Probably because he lost his mind… or what was left of it. Around that time, Nokama and Lewa wake up.* Tuyet: Uh… I’m not the only one who heard that, right? Antroz: Fine! Be that way! Go ahead and waste your wish! I’ll show you what it’s worth! Lewa: Surprise Sword attack! Antroz: What?! *Lewa sneaks up on Antroz and… turns him into the new Pedestal of Time.* Antroz: Not… again… *Antroz falls to his knees, groaning in agony.* Antroz: The ambulance… it is coming… *At that moment, Antroz turns to stone with the sword still lodged in his head.* Tuyet: Now what will I do with my life without someone to adore me?! Lhikan: You have lost, Tuyet. Tuyet: NOOOOO!! Lhikan: I have been bound to this kingdom for centuries, much like Antroz… As my punishment for being a terrible ruler, I will now drown myself with my kingdom. Nokama: No! You can come with us! No one has to know about how terrible of a ruler you are! Lhikan: I must. *Before Lewa and Nokama could protest, they each become a bubble boy and bubble girl and float back up to the surface as the remnants of Metru Nui become flooded. Lewa reaches out to Lhikan, and Lhikan reaches out back, but Lewa is swept away and soon Lhikan and Tuyet fade away.* *Lewa and Nokama (who is Nera again??) awaken out at sea, to find Nera’s pirate crew and ship waiting for them.* Nera: Darn it! I was hoping we’d get marooned on a deserted island together! Lewa: The what? Nera: I mean… hooray, we’re saved. Lewa: Oh, yeah, we are. So what do we do after this? Nera: You could take me out. Lewa: What? Nera: Out… to sea… to find a new land. Lewa: Oh. That’s a good idea. He did say something about wanting us to be the future. Nera: Wherever we go, destiny will decide. Idris: Big Brother! Lewa: Shut up, Idris! No one likes you!
  16. Hey, everyone, ShadowBionics here again with somewhat of a new comedy. I say that because it's not a new concept but it is new material. For those who aren't familiar with my story of The Moron's Mask, it's a spoof of The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. In that game, Link goes around collecting a lot of masks through sidequests, a lot of which are omitted from the main spoof. So I decided to make somewhat of a companion story to go along with it. The reason a lot of these are omitted is because it would make the story go on for too long and I didn't know how to fit them in at the time, had I been willing to make them all. These are going to chronicle all of the masks, so some of these will be repeats from TMM, but at this point, the story has only maybe one mask that will be a repeat. So here's the first one. They're going to be very short, compared to the lengthy chapters of TMM, so they're like small little readings to go along with the main story. The Great Fairy’s Mask*Lewa had been in Clock Town for some time now and he noticed some strange orange fairy floating around every now and again.*Lewa: Hey, Navi?Tatl: That’s not my name.Lewa: You’re a fairy, right?Tatl: Gee, I wonder.Lewa: Do you know about that strange orange thing floating around? Is this line in Alice in Wonderland?Tatl: No, Lewa, that’s just a book… that got made into a bunch of different movies. But you do present an interesting point. I’m not sure if that has anything to do with the Great Fairy.Lewa: Great… Fairy?*Yes, the Great Fairy. One of the most scariest things you’ll ever see in your life, looking like some demented witch dressed up in an outfit of leaves and who shrieks moment you see her. Lewa has no memory of encountering the Great Fairy throughout his original journey documented in The Dimwit of Time, but that’s mainly because I as the author took it on myself to make sure NO ONE remembers the Great Fairy and thus all moments referencing the Great Fairies were cut from the original script.*Tatl: Yeah, you know? She rules over all of us fairies.Lewa: Something tells me I remember this… and yet part of me doesn’t want to. I wonder why that is.Tatl: Well, let’s leave this orange thing here and see the Great Fairy. I know where her fountain is in Clock Town.Lewa: You mean “Clook Town.”Tatl: What is it with you and names?!*So Lewa and Tatl went to go see the Great Fairy, expecting to see some scary witch thing, only to see a bunch of orange fairies fluttering about.*Tatl: What happened to the Great Fairy?!Orange fairy: Help me, help me! Remote 2.0 shattered me into pieces.Lewa: You can… break a fairy?Tatl: How is that even possible?! Wait, does that mean he can do that to me?!Orange Fairy: Help me, help me! Find my missing piece.Lewa: I know where that is!*Lewa runs back over to the Landry pool where he last saw her. Upon collecting her, he brings her back to the Great Fairy Fountain, restoring the Great Fairy back to normal and getting the shock of his life.*Great Fairy: *shrieking in pain/laughing in joy/ I DON’T EVEN KNOW, I’M SO SCARED!*Lewa: O_O I think now I know why I don’t remember the Great Fairies from my original journey.Great Fairy: Thank you, young hero. I am the Great Fairy of Magic. I will bestow upon you a gift. Receive it now.Lewa: Um… thank you, but I’m happy--Great Fairy: RECEIVE IT NOW!!Lewa, whimpering: Okay, okay, I’ll take my gift…*The Great Fairy then produces the Great Fairy’s mask.*Lewa: Uh… what is that freak-ugly thing?Great Fairy: This is the Great Fairy’s Mask. With this, you can help the other Great Fairies throughout all of Alma Nui.Lewa: You mean there’s more of you?!Great Fairy: Yes. All of them have met with a terrible fate.Lewa: Is this like the running joke of this story?Happy Mask Salesman: You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?Lewa: Would you get away from me?!Tatl: Wait, where did we leave that girl…?*Back in the Clock tower…*Natalie: Hello? Anyone here? You all sort of left me behind and now I’m kind of lost here… Oh…*Back at the Great Fairy fountain*Lewa: I think she’ll be fine. But why do I have to get this mask?!Great Fairy: Help us and we’ll give you cool stuff.Lewa: But is this really worth it? I don’t want to run around with this on my face. I’m going to look like an evil witch with three ponytails and bad eye-shadow and lipstick.Great Fairy: YES! Or else I will haunt you in your sleep.Lewa: NO! I don’t want that. I already have nightmares about Antroz and some Night-nurse mask!Great Fairy: Good.*And so Lewa grudgingly takes the Great Fairy’s mask, despite that he really saw no use to it and despite that he really did not want it at all.*Lewa: How do I get myself into these messes…?
  17. Behold, possibly the lengthiest thing I've ever written at over 5,000 words. In fact it's so lengthy, looks like i've had to cut out the ending part for the time being. So read it when you have the time. Or not. Most everyone probably will not since the thing will say the topic is by ShadowBionics and everyone will go and run. But anyways. Before reading this thing, however... check out the links in my topic signature. This topic relates to the characters who appear in those stories and uses them in this short miniseries. Well, sort of. This borrows characters from the story Skyward Stooge, which has not been written on BZPower. I haven't since people were left confused or unsatisfied with the other chapters in the whole Zelda/Bionicle spoof series, mostly with Twilight Delinquent. So I have been on the bridge on actually sharing it with BZPower. There's 8 chapters already done and as you might tell from this thing, I have an idea of where the series is going. The title is a spoof of the Skyward Sword paraody Skyward Stooge, as well as one of my other favorite game series, Harvest Moon. For those not familiar with it, it's like a farming sim kind of game that allows you to plant crops and raise livestock, as well as some kind of other object like restoring peace to the valley, awakening a harvest diety, trying to save your grandfather's farm, etc. Another mechanic of the game is also trying to choose from one of 3-10 bachelorettes (or bachelors if you play as a girl) for your character to end up with. Throughout the Zelda games, Link is often paired with many other girls by fans, whether it be Zelda, Midna, Malon, Medli, etc., so this is kind of my spoof of both the Harvest Moon games as well as a nod towards the many pairings fans see with Link. Since Lewa fulfills the role of Link and Toa Nokama the role of Zelda, that was my start. And also before you ask, Some elements like the play are heavily inspired by Final Fantasy, so please don't be saying I'm ripping it off or anything, as I'm only spoofing it. Not to mention I doubt anyone would want me to directly spoof a Final Fantasy game. Even I don't want to see myself do it. Narrator: Within the faraway floating islands known as Skyloft, there slept a young simpleton who knew not of what the day ahead included for him. Little did he know that today would be the day he got up on the wrong side of the bed of The Zone Where Normal Things Don’t Happen Very Often. *Lewa was fast asleep in his room at the Knight Academy, sleeping in as he always did. Unfortunately for him, that peaceful sleep would end thanks to his alarm clock of Kiddy the Cat… who I question as to why his stuff hasn’t been canceled yet considering how downright evil and creepy he is.* Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! Rise and shine, you miserable fool! Ha ha ha! You think I am joking, but I am not kidding! Ha ha ha! Time for another miserable day in your pathetic life! Ha ha ha! *Lewa presses the snooze button and lazily gets up from his bed. He decides that since he no longer feels all that sleepy, there was nothing better to do than to just get ready. As he gets ready, he takes a little glance at his calendar, tearing off the page to reflect the new day. No sooner than when he finished, there is a knock at his door.* Lewa: Um… who’s at my door? Nokama: Who else would it be, sleepyhead? Lewa: Oh, Nokama! Nokama: Are you ready? Lewa: Yeah, I’m all dressed. *At that moment, Nokama takes it upon herself to barge into his room.* Nokama: Does that mean we’re good to go? Lewa: Go? Go where? Nokama: On our date, silly. *Nokama shoves Lewa playfully, almost knocking him into his dresser.* Lewa: DATE?? Nokama: That’s right. It’s our four-month anniversary. Lewa: We’ve been dating for four whole months?! Nokama: I know, isn’t it amazing?! Lewa: Uh… not the word I had in mind. So where are we going… honey? Nokama, giggles: I’m so glad you asked. I have our whole day planned! I think we’ll just go and see the play, first of all. Lewa: Okay… it better not be that all-lame The Tragedy of Prince Furno play… Nokama: Don’t worry, it’s something much better than that. Now let’s go, or we’ll be late! Lewa: But it’s morning! Nokama: No, it’s 2 in the afternoon. You must have really been asleep a long time. Lewa: I have a bad feeling about this… *Somewhat at the theatre…* Head Usher: CON-gratulations! You two are our lucky 1,000th couple today! Lewa: All right! What do I win? Head Usher: A chance to be in our fan-tabulous play! Lewa: Aw, come on! Not even a large-mount of money? Head Usher: No. That’s reserved for our lucky one millionth couple. Nokama: Oh, cool, we get to be in the play! Aren’t you excited? Lewa: Oh… sure-fine. *So after some quick rehearsals, the play was ready to begin. What was the name of this masterpiece of a play? Eh, no one really knows, to be honest. Something about a dragon, a princess, a legendary hero, you know the same old, same old.* Play Narrator: Long ago in the mythical land of Galidoria, a dark shadow hung over the land, causing sadness and sorrow. When not moon nor sun had risen, the Evil Dragon King Gormidormizinga kidnapped the lovely Princess Cecilia and took her to his prison. What would happen to her?! When all hope seemed lost, the legendary hero Rupert came into town, to save the Princess Cecilia, who got taken away, and now the children don’t play. Lewa: Someone please torch-burn this theatre now… *Just then, a ballet-dancing knight came onto the stage.* Knight: You have to be the legendary hero Rupert! Lewa: Um… Lo, it is I, the hero Rupert. Knight: I am confident you shall save the Princess Cecilia! Now, please, speak with our king! *The ballet-dancing king enters the stage as the knight moves away.* King: Ah, it is you, legendary hero Rupert! You have arrived to save my beloved daughter! Lewa: Yes… King: On the highest peak of the tallest mountain lies the lair of the Evil Dragon King Gormidormizinga, who kidnapped Princess Cecilia! Lewa: Does everyone think I have short-term memory? I heard you loud-shout it the first time. King: Um… Please, talk to my most trusted wizard who will reveal to you the secret to defeating this diabolical fiend! *Just then, a ballet-dancing wizard arrives on the stage. Without any alternative really, Lewa goes to talk to the bearded wizard person.* Wizard: I am the great wizard Myotis! Lewa: No relation to Myotismon? Wizard: No. It is written only true love can defeat Gormidormizinga. Lewa, sarcastic: Great. I’ll grab my stuff. Wizard: There is no time. Your sword is enough. Story Narrator: Overhead, Legendary Hero! The Evil Dragon King has arrived, and in his clutches he holds the fair maiden captive! Gormidormizinga: I am the Evil Dragon King, Gormidormizinga. I have not harmed the princess in any way. I have long been expecting you. Nokama: Oh, save me, Legendary Hero! Lewa: I feel so silly right now… Wizard: To save your beloved, it will take a kiss of true love! The Evil Dragon King cannot withstand the power of true love. Lewa: Um… Fear not, for I will save you! *Lewa slowly walks over to Nokama and kisses her lightly on her hand.* Nokama: Oh, Lewa, erm, I mean, Rupert. Gormidormizinga: Argh, no! The power of love! It has destroyed me! *The dragon shoots off into the air (off stage)* King: Oh, look, the power of love has triumphed over evil! Now let us feast. Lewa: Thank Mata Nui it’s over… *Everyone ballet twirls off stage.* Story Narrator: How truly amazing is the power of love. And so our protagonists go on to live happily ever after… *Later outside a Ferris Wheel…* Lewa: Well, that was awful. Can we do something enjoyable now? Nokama: Oh, look, a Ferris Wheel! Let’s get on. Lewa: Okay, that sounds a lot better. *So the two of them get on and slowly ride up to the top. As they do so, there is a fireworks display taking place.* Nokama: Wow! Isn’t this just amazing?! Lewa: I’ll say. This definitely makes up for that awful play! Nokama: Oh, you, always such a kidder. *Nokama playfully slaps Lewa on the back…forcing him to fall out the window and fall down quite a distance before colliding with the ground.* Nokama: Lewa?! Are you okay? *Lewa cries in pain.* Nokama: Oh, dear… *The next morning, Lewa was back in his room… but oddly enough, he was perfectly fine! In fact, it was as though the day never actually happened! He was still in his room in the Knight Academy with his possessed alarm clock and everything.* Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! Rise and shine, you miserable fool! Ha ha ha! You think I am joking, but I am not kidding! Ha ha ha! Time for another miserable day in your pathetic life! Ha ha ha! *Lewa presses the snooze button like before.* Lewa: Wait a minute! Didn’t I long-fall to my doom last night?! *Lewa throws off the covers to see he was unharmed, not a scratch on him, nor a sign of anything broken or hurt. He then looks at the clock, and sure enough it was still 2 in the afternoon.* Lewa: Something’s not right here. Why aren’t I in the hospital or anything?? Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! You want peace and quiet? Too bad! Ha ha ha! *Lewa unplugs the clock and then shoves it in his dresser upon getting himself dressed. He then takes a glance at the calendar again… it was the same date as yesterday!* Lewa: Now I know I changed that calendar yesterday… *He simply tears off the page again for future reference. Then there was a knock at the door.* Alura: Lewa? Are you in there? Lewa: Um… yes? *The Toa of Water takes it upon herself to break down the door and walk into Lewa’s room.* Lewa: Aren’t you supposed to be working at the Lumpy Pumpkin? Alura: Oh, don’t be silly. My dad was more than happy to let me have the day off on our four-month anniversary. Lewa: Four months?! Alura: I know! Isn’t it so exciting?! Now, let’s get going. I stood in line for quite some time to get these play tickets? Lewa: You don’t mean…? Alura: Yeah, that one. I know you didn’t want to see the Prince Furno one. Lewa: I don’t feel so good… Alura: Oh, come on, you don’t want to spend our anniversary sick, do you? Lewa: What if I do?! *Alura giggles and simply takes him by the hand and drags him out of the room.* Lewa: How are we even dating? You never paid attention to me before! You made me heavy-lift a bunch of pumpkins without ever thanking me! *Somewhat at the theatre…* Head Usher: CON-gratulations! You two are our lucky 1,000th couple today! You both get a chance to be in our fan-tabulous play! Lewa: I’d rather get the money… Alura: Oh, how exciting! Have you ever been in a play before, Lewa? Lewa: Sadly, yes, I have… *So after some quick rehearsals, the play was ready to begin. What was the name of this masterpiece of a play? I still don’t know. Stop asking me!* Play Narrator: … Gormidormizinga kidnapped the lovely Princess Cecilia and took her to his prison. What would happen to her?! When all hope seemed lost, the legendary hero Rupert came into town, to save the Princess Cecilia, who got taken away, and now the children don’t play. Lewa: Seriously, doesn’t anyone remember this play from yesterday? Darn it, I rhymed!! Argh! *Just then, a ballet-dancing knight came onto the stage.* Knight: You have to be the legendary hero Rupert! Lewa: You’re kidding me, right? Knight: Oh, um… I am, um… confident you shall save the Princess Cecilia! Now, please, speak with our king! Lewa: You don’t sound all that confident. *The ballet-dancing king enters the stage as the knight moves away.* King: Ah, it is you, legendary hero Rupert! You have arrived to save my beloved daughter! Lewa: Yes… King: On the highest peak of the tallest mountain lies… Lewa: No, no, no, wait, let me guess… Is it the lair of the Evil Dragon King Gormidormizinga?! King: Um… yes! You are wise as you are brave! He has taken my daughter! Please, talk to my most trusted wizard who will reveal to you the secret to defeating this diabolical fiend! Lewa: As long as this play ends… *Just then, a ballet-dancing wizard arrives on the stage. Without any alternative really, Lewa goes to talk to the bearded wizard person.* Wizard: I am the great wizard Myotis! Lewa: How are you not ripping off Myotismon? Wizard: Uh… no time for joking around, great hero! It is written only true love can defeat Gormidormizinga. Lewa, sarcastic: Great. I can’t wait to bomb some dodongos Wizard: That… has nothing to do with what I said. Lewa: I don’t care! Story Narrator: Overhead, Legendary Hero! The Evil Dragon King has arrived, and in his clutches he holds the fair maiden captive! Gormidormizinga: I am the Evil Dragon King, Gormidormizinga. I have not harmed the princess in any way. I have long been expecting you. Alura: Oh, save me, Legendary Hero! Lewa: Let it end, please! Wizard: To save your beloved, it will take a kiss of true love! The Evil Dragon King cannot withstand the power of true love. Lewa: A kiss, huh…? *Lewa runs over to Alura with the desperate hope of ending the play sooner, but then he accidentally trips and knocks over both Alura and the stupid dragon with the stupidly annoying name.* Gormidormizinga: Huh? What the--?? *The dragon king with the stupid name then shoots off into the air for no apparent reason and a maiden falls back down.* Lewa: That’s better. Alura, hurt: Wh-what?! King: Oh, look, the power of love has triumphed over evil! Now let us feast. *Everyone ballet twirls off stage… except Alura* Story Narrator: How truly amazing is the power of love. And so our protagonists go on to live happily ever after… Alura: Why doesn’t anyone like me?! I hate this play! I hate all of you! *Later outside a Ferris Wheel…* Alura, crying: So, Lewa… Not going to lie, but that was one of the meanest things you’ve ever done. Lewa: Not any more mean than heavy-lifting a bunch of crazy pumpkins! Do you know how much effort it took me?! Some of them nearly swipe-took my head off! If anything, now we’re even after tonight! Alura: Oh… okay… You know what would cheer me up? Lewa: Forcing me to play an instrument with you on stage to make me look like a fool? Alura: No, silly. How about a romantic ride on the Ferris Wheel? I hear they’re going to have fireworks going. Lewa: Do I have to? Alura: Don’t you like spending time with me? Lewa: At first glance, I thought I would, but after seeing what a twerp you are… Alura: Let’s get on! Lewa: Why do I even talk? I hope whoever my descendants are, they don’t fall head over heels for your descendants… *So the pair rides the Ferris Wheel up to the top as the fireworks are going on. Alura is entranced by them while Lewa doesn’t pay attention to them.* Alura: Isn’t this beautiful, Lewa? Lewa: Let me see… Nokama was struck-thrown out of the sky by Ghirahim… went to the Sacred Grounds… Alura: All the colors are just so beautiful and hypnotic. I’m so glad to have you here watching it with me. Lewa: Went to Skyview Temple… fought off Ghirahim… now I’m back here…? Alura: I can’t stay mad at you when the moment is so beautiful, Lewa. Lewa, sarcastic: What a relief. Alura: Say, do you remember how we first started dating? Lewa: No… Alura: Oh, don’t be playing silly. I sang for you. Lewa: No… Alura: So, just for this occasion… Lewa: NOOOOO… Alura, singing: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number. So call me maybe? Lewa: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! *About 2 and a half minutes of ear damage later…* *Lewa and Alura get off from the Ferris Wheel as it comes to a halt and allows them to leave.* Alura: I had such a wonderful time! Did you Lewa? *Lewa continues walking, not even looking back at her.* Alura: Lewa? Honey, is everything all right? Lewa: Never… again… Alura: I’ll… see you tomorrow? Lewa: Tomorrow would be most EXCELLENT! *So after talking like Bill and Ted, Lewa goes back to his room in the Knight Academy to sleep for a good 8 hours. And then he wakes up again.* Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! Rise and shine, you miserable fool! Ha ha ha! You think I am joking, but I am not kidding! Ha ha ha! Time for another miserable day in your pathetic life! Ha ha ha! *Lewa presses the snooze button like before.* Lewa: HUH?! But I unplugged you and shove-hid you in my dresser! Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: You think you can get rid of me, but I am still here! Ha ha ha! *Lewa takes the moment to stomp on the alarm clock a few times before kicking what was left of it under his bed. Once again he gets dressed, hoping the nightmare would be over, but then he looks at his calendar again…* Lewa: How is this happening?! It’s still the same day! *Lewa tears off the page again and rips it up into shreds. As soon as he’s done fuming with rage, he hears some knocking at his door…* Lewa: Oh, Mata Nui, please don’t let this continue! Dalu: Oh, my beloved sweetheart, are you ready? Lewa: I… I’m as ready as I’ll ever be… *That’s when Dalu, the Item Check girl, swaggers into Lewa’s room.* Dalu: All right, now let’s go before we’re late. Lewa: Late for what? Dalu: For the play, silly. Lewa: Oh, no…! Dalu: I know you’ve been wanting to see this play for the longest time. Lewa: I don’t even know how it is you’re in love with me! Dalu: Oh, silly, don’t tease me. I wanted to do something special for our-- Lewa: Four month anniversary. Dalu: Oh, you remembered! You’re such a-- Lewa: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the world’s best boyfriend. If we hurry up, we might get there before we’re the… *Somewhat at the theatre…* Head Usher: CON-gratulations! Lewa: Oh, come on!!! Head Usher: You two are our lucky 1,000th couple today! You both get a chance to be in our fan-tabulous play! Lewa: Seriously, I’d rather get the money instead… Dalu: Oh, this is just so exciting! Have you ever been in a play before, darling? Lewa: You have NO IDEA! *So after some quick rehearsals, the play was ready to begin. What was the name of this masterpiece of a play? I already told you I don’t know, so stop asking me!* Play Narrator: … hero Rupert came into town, to save the Princess Cecilia, who got taken away, and now the children don’t play. Lewa: I might as well have fun with it if I’m stuck in this stupid play. *Just then, a ballet-dancing knight came onto the stage.* Knight: You have to be the legendary hero Rupert! Lewa: Yes, it is me! Rupert, legendary hero and sometimes the live-action Dr. Claw! Knight: Yes, well… I am, um… confident you shall save the Princess Cecilia! Now, please, speak with our king! *The ballet-dancing king enters the stage as the knight moves away.* Lewa: Lo, your majesty! How is the Duke in the land of Gamelon? King: Uhh… there is no time to jest, legendary hero. The evil dragon king is approaching. Lewa: Aw, yeah, it’s go time! King: Please, talk to my most trusted wizard who will reveal to you the secret to defeating this diabolical fiend so you can save my daughter! Lewa: With great haste, I go to the right platform to ride-drive a train to Hogwarts! *Just then, a ballet-dancing wizard arrives on the stage. Without any alternative really, Lewa goes to talk to the bearded wizard person.* Lewa: How are you, Dumbledore?! Wizard: I am the great wizard Myotis! Lewa: Speak quickly, Myotismon! Wizard: I said my name is Myotis. Lewa: Make haste, VenomMyotismon! I think the Evil Dragon King may be getting closer! Wizard: Look… I’m just doing my job. You don’t have to be so rude. Lewa: So tell me, MaloMyotismon, what is the secret to defeating this evil fiend?! Wizard: Love. True love. A kiss ought to do the trick. Lewa: Thank you, great wizard Mytosis! Story Narrator: Overhead, Legendary Hero! The Evil Dragon King has arrived, and in his clutches he holds the fair maiden captive! Gormidormizinga: I am the Evil Dragon King, Gormidormizinga. I have not harmed the princess in any way. Lewa: Some evil dragon king you turned out to be. Gormidormizinga: I have long been expecting you. Dalu, over-acting: Oh, save me, Legendary Hero! Lewa: Right ho, fair maiden! Although it will be most difficult to kiss a maiden such as yourself… Dalu: I… beg your pardon?? Lewa: Well, yeah. Someone with a voice so shrill that can break-shatter glass. And when anyone looks at you, their face will simply melt off. Dalu: Get incinerated, you no-good freak! *She breaks away from the dragon and slaps Lewa so hard he gets thrown backwards.* Gormidormizinga: You two are possibly the worst actors I’ve ever worked with. Dalu: Don’t talk to me, you lame movie monster reject! *Dalu then performs a Thunderclaw Kick, immediately KO’ing the actor playing the dragon.* Story Narrator: Um… Christmas with The King! Good night, everyone! *Oh, so that’s the name of the play… well, that settles that.* *Later outside a Ferris Wheel…* Lewa: Oh, come on, Dalu, I had lots of fun tonight! Didn’t you?! Dalu: … Lewa: Have you been talking to Kopeke? *Lewa sighs* Lewa: Ferris Wheel ride? Dalu: Gee… that would be lovely. *So the pair rides the Ferris Wheel up to the top as the fireworks are going on. Dalu is instantly entranced by them while Lewa doesn’t pay attention to them, considering this is the third time he’s seen them.* Dalu: They’re so pretty tonight. Wow! *Dalu is kneeling on the chair, looking out the window as Lewa sits there looking both annoyed and confused.* Dalu: Something about them just makes you want to stare at them forever! Lewa: … Dalu: Oh, Lewa, I’m sorry for getting so upset. Although I’m still not sure why you were being so mean to me today… Lewa: Um… too much stress? Dalu: Oh, Lewa, I’m so sorry to hear that. But next time you’re under stress, just let me know so we can work it out together. Lewa: That’s really not-- *Dalu takes the time to lightly peck Lewa on the cheek.* Dalu: Lewa? Lewa: Never… again. *Once the Ferris Wheel stops, the both of them get off.* Dalu: Well, despite the play being one of the most embarrassing nights of my life and the awkward kiss, I had such a wonderful time! Didn’t you, Lewa? Lewa? *Lewa just keeps on walking briskly, ignoring Dalu.* Lewa: By the goddesses, let this be over!! *The next morning, Lewa was back in his room… but was it really “tomorrow” like he hoped it would be?* to be continued...
  18. Please note that this actually has nothing to do with the BZPRPG, other than subject matter. 1. "Swag" is not an element. 2. A character's weapon of choice cannot be longer than the character is tall. 3. There is no Kanohi mask of Partying. 4. Under no circumstances am I to say the words "choo choo". 5. Sadly, I cannot name a character after myself. 6. "The Truffle Shuffle" is not a specialized combat maneuver. 7. Explosives are bad. 8. Thrown combustibles are bad. 9. Caustic grenades are bad. 10. Incendiary kunai are bad. 11. Fireworks are bad. 12. Bags of rocks are bad. 13. I cannot use the Kanohi mask of Stealth to turn on all the water faucets in a building and remain undetected. 14. My Matoran cannot best a Skadi in a fistfight, no matter how awesome that would be. 15. Dogs are not a playable species. 16. My characters are not skilled in napping. 17. Snipes do not exist, and I am not to go on a quest to search for them. 18. If I do find a Snipe, I am to kill it discreetly before it lays eggs. Preferably in the wilderness, next to a body of water. 19. I should avoid archers and Electricity Toa. Or Electricity Toa archers. 20. If I cooperate with another PC, I will not completely ruin their agendas in the most embarrassing ways possible.
  19. The next chapter in the Dimwit of Time series, hope you enjoy this story as much as I do. *It had been a peaceful time in the land of Metru Nui. Antroz was seemingly defeated and everything was peaceful. There couldn’t be more peace. If there was more peace in this land, then everything would just be in an fiery deadly explosion of peace!* Lewa: GEE, it sure is BORING around HERE. *The king of this land was taking a drink at this moment, but then he stopped.* Lhikan: MY BOY, this is peace is what all true warriors STRIVE FOAR. Lewa: I just wonder what Antroz is up to! *This “interesting” conversation is interrupted when some guy with a funny hat comes in riding a magic carpet. And somewhere else, Krekka came back to life, grew to be a giant, and smashed a house made of candy and declared “Oh fe fi fo fum fi fo fum fi fi fum fum! Hiss my name!”* Vastus: Your Majesty, Antroz and his minions have seized the island of Koridai. Lhikan: Hm…. I wonder what’s for DINNER? Vastus: It is written only Lewa can defeat Antroz. Lewa: Great! I’ll grab my stuff! Vastus: There is no time. Your sword is enough. *As Vastus does the Thriller dance, Lewa grabs his sword and turns to face Princess Nokama.* Lewa: How about a kiss? For luck? Nokama: You’ve got to be kidding. Lewa: Well, excu-uuuuuuuse me, Princess. *Lewa gets on the genie’s magic carpet and they fly away. And no, there will be no singing of “A Whole New World” sadly.* Vastus: SQUADALAH! We’re off! *Flying overhead, Lewa takes notice of some of the strange mountain formations on the island.* Lewa: Wow! What are all those HEADS? Vastus: These are the Faces of Daftness. You must conquer each. Lewa: I guess I better get going. Vastus: Here is the map. Where do you wish to go? *After taking 3 hours to decide, Lewa goes to Crater Cove, where he finds a bunch of lizard guys, some freaky crab things, and a real working volcano. He then goes into the house of some random guy with one of those crab things.* Hafu: Yulp yulp, that’s a bigg’un! Yulp, that’s a bigg’un. Biggest crab I ever caught! Yulp yulp yulp! Lewa: That’s a Gohma! Hafu: Yulp yulp, that’s a bigg’un. Here, that this! *And so Lewa got the Power Sword, because it totally makes sense.* Lewa: Thanks! Hafu: Keep up the good work. After you defeat Antroz, we can go back to fishing! Yulp yulp. *Lewa leaves, totally oblivious, and heads over to the face of Goronu… which has a shop there. Lewa beats up some of the lizard guys, takes some of their money, and heads into the shop, where an interesting shopkeeper takes care of the place.* Strakk: Lamp oil. Rope. BOMBS. You want it? It’s yours, my friend, as long as you have enough rubies. Lewa: Yeah! *Lewa buys some stuff until he’s poor.* Strakk: Sorry, Lewa, I can’t give credit. Come back when you’re a little… Mmmmmm richer! *Lewa leaves to go to the face of Nortinka, which is full of ice, ice guys, and snow.* Lewa: Yay! Snowball fights! *Lewa gets rid of some enemies with the snowballs (dang, I didn’t know snowball fights could be so violent) and goes into a random igloo.* Varian: Help! Antroz froze the fountain! Now I’m stuck. Lewa: Sorry. I don’t like to talk anyone ice-frozen. *Lewa finds a SECRET PASSAGE after leaving the frozen Toa to find a big brain reading a book.* Lewa: Hey! Why are you alone, big brain? Nuju: I’ve been dedicating time to find out how to stop Antroz. I need the Book of Koridai. Lewa: Okay by me. Nuju: Find the Book of Koridai, and then I will be able to help you further. Lewa: Got it, weird-freak.
  20. Yeah, I know, this is very late. Well, sorry about that, but college beckons and I must answer. So this was actually a story in my "vault" that I wanted to post for Halloween. I am 2 days (3 days if it's past midnight) late since I couldn't get onto BZP in time. With that said, sorry if it seems dated and irrelevant. Hope that you'll enjoy it anyway. I was actually wanting to make a "sequel" to this story, but... well, you'll see when you get to the end.For those who followed my stuff since the old BZP, you might recognize this story. For those who haven't, this will be new to you. And before you ask, I unfortunately can't find the original topic anywhere. And since this is sort of part of the "Dimwit of Time" series, I figured it ought to be posted alongside the main stories since I'm giving them new life. DOT: Lewa's Halloween*It was a semi-normal day in the city of Metru Nui. Well, that's not even entirely accurate when you take into account the inhabitants of said island city. Perhaps we ought to go and visit another place for Halloween?*Lewa: Hello, everyone, I'm Toa Lewa, and this is Navi.Navi: Why aren't you wallowing in self-pity like you're supposed to be?Lewa: This is a spin-off, nothing has to make sense.Navi: Darn you, Lord of shadows.LOS: I can do whatever I want, so too bad for you!Navi: So what is it that we're supposed to be doing?Lewa: According to Shadows' notes, we have to go around and see what goes on during Halloween.LOS, takes notes: Who keeps going into my notes so I can wring their necks in a cheese grater?!Lewa: Let's ask this guy. Hey, what are you supposed to be?Happy Mask Salesman: I'm actually very proud of my costume this year… It's an authentic Toa Lewa costume.*But obviously the freak with the swollen back was dressed in purple, not green like the real Lewa was.*Lewa: What? What are you talking about, you don't look like me.Happy Mask Salesman: Hey… you're dressed up as Lewa, too.Lewa: What? No! This is how I actually dress-up. Besides, I'm the one-only Lewa! Besides, can't you wear one of your freak-masks?Happy Mask Salesman: Wear one of my masks…?*He grabs Lewa and begins to strangle him like a serial killer.*Happy Mask Salesman: I HATE MASKS!!!Lewa: AAAHHH! Get me out of here!Navi: No, I think I'll sit this one out.*So since this is a family-sort of story, I'm going to cut out the brutal details of what happened next and skip over to the next part, somewhere in the woods.*Lewa: "Happy Mask Salesman?" Crazy Mask Salesman is better-suiting.Navi: So are you going to give up and give it a break?Natalie, singing: Give me a break, I'm melting away. You're so dangerous…Lewa: No, I think I'll keep going. Besides, with the ever-hawt Natalie here, anything is possible.Natalie: I'm only supposed to make limited cameos in this one, so don't be too over-confident. *laughs.* See you around.Navi: Hey, there's a homeless guy.Lewa: Hey, homeless guy, what are you dressed as?Remote, wheezing: I've got on a Lewa costume, I'm really happy for it.Tael: I honestly don't know why you are, man.Lewa: You're stupid! You look nothing like me!Remote: I'm not supposed to be you, Lesovikk, I'm supposed to be Lewa.Lewa: Why do people keep saying I look like that guy? Well, your costume sucks, go get another one, you make me sick!Remote: But I don't have another one… except for this cursed mask… But it's supposed to be evil.Lewa: That's sure-fine for Halloween! Go get it.Remote: Well… okay… *So Remote reaches into a sack and pulls out Elitha's Mask and puts it on.*Lewa: How do you feel?Remote 2.0: Hail Karzahni!!Lewa: See, you're in the spirit already!Remote 2.0: Foolish mortals, now prepare to suffer my wrath!*Remote knocks Lewa off balance and takes off with Tatl and Tael.*Remote 2.0: All who oppose me shall perish.Navi: That was weird… and why does he have more than one fairy with him? Who does he think he is, you?Lewa: Well, he's definitely nothing like me, that's for sure.Navi: Okay, I think we should get out of here now.Lewa, mocking: Why, are you afraid you-know-who is going to get you?Navi: Who?Lewa: The guy whose name you can't say because if you do he comes and takes you away forever.Navi: What, like Candle Jack?Candle Jack: Hello…Lewa: Oh, you've done it now, Navi.Navi: Great…*So what's his name takes Navi and ties her up (which is amazing considering how small she is) and takes her away…*Lewa: Maybe that explains why she didn't come out in the sequel. Oh, well, I'll go to the coliseum and see what's going on there.*In the coliseum…*Vahki 2: Sir, it's Armageddon.Dume: I love that movie! Where's Bruce Willis?Vahki 3: No. People are getting kidnapped everywhere.Dume: Really, how come?Vahki 1: Because they say the word Candle Jack and then--Candle Jack: You rang?Vahki 1: Darn it.Dume: I didn't know it was Halloween already! I better go get my costume on and throw another party!Vahki 2: What about Candle Jack?Candle Jack: I'm going to need more rope.Navi: Don't push your luck, freak show.*Outside in the garden.*Lewa: Hey, Nokama.Nokama: Oh… it's you. What do you want now?Lewa: Please don't tell me that you're dressing as me for Halloween.Nokama: Of course not, only serial killers and demented mask salesmen would want to dress like you.Lewa: They're not the only ones. I like to dress as me, too.Nokama: Guards?Lewa: Wait, you didn't answer my question~Nokama: I don't need to.*Lewa gets thrown out of the coliseum and then the gates close on him so he can't get back in… unless he goes over them by flying, but let's not push it.*Lewa: Wow, she sure got meaner after I… *As he gets up, he meets with Antroz, face to face…* NOOOOO!!!Antroz: What are you screaming about?Lewa: Oh, I thought I was having my nightmare again. What are you dressing up as?Antroz: Well, you see, as a member of the Brotherhood of Makuta, I don't have to dress up since I can just shape-shift into whatever I want to. Plus, since I'm a Makuta, I can threaten people to give me all the candy I want and there's no one to stop me…Antroz's mom: Now, Annie, don't eat too much candy or you'll get a tummy ache.Antroz, flying away: You can't stop me, mom! I make my own destiny!Lewa: O_O That was weird… This sucks, I'm going home now.*Somewhere by Pon Pon Ranch…*Iruini: Oh, hello there.Remote 2.0: Silence mortal! Give me candy!Iruini: No, no, it's Trick or Treat.Remote 2.0: I think you underestimate me, you pathetic spoof of an Italian plumber… I am wearing the Mask of Elitha… I'm also dressed as Lewa and I have Navi the fairy with me!Tael: What? I'm not any Navi, you fool!Remote 2.0: Silence Navi!Iruini: Are you trying to tell me something?Tatl: We might as well just live in Lazytown for all I care, you people are freaks.Remote 2.0: Forget Lazytown! Everyone knows that it's Bear in the Big Blue House where it's at. If you won't give me candy, then allow me to introduce you to Luna…*Remote taps into the powers of Elitha, throws his head back, floats into the air, and emits a high-pitched scream. No sooner than when he does, the moon (which has a face on it now) starts to draw closer to the ranch.*Iruini, spazzing out: What in the world is going on here?!Tatl: Could be worse, you could've been kidnapped by Candle Jack.Candle Jack: It's rare that a woman calls my name, you know…Navi: Hey, what am I?Tatl: Oh, great…Tael: Dang it, woman, you know you're not supposed to say Candle Jack!Candle Jack: Pleased to meet you…Tael: Wait, I said Apple Jack, not Candle Jack! Darn it, I said it again!Candle Jack: Thanks for your honesty, now I'll be sure to tie you up double.Vahki 1: This reminds me of last Friday night at the Copa Gukko…Remote 2.0: Ready, Luna? Hey, this was very fun…Luna (The Moon): We hoped you liked it, too.Remote 2.0: Seems like we've just begun…Both: But suddenly we're through…Remote 2.0: Good bye, good bye, good friends, good bye…Both: Because now it's time to go…Remote 2.0: But hey, I say, well that's okay.The Moon: Cause we'll see you very soon, I know…*And then as the song continues, the moon collides with Metru Nui and everyone perishes to their doom. The end.*Lewa, passing by: Hey ,what's that in the dis-- *But it was too late as he was blown away by the massive explosion brought on by the collision of the moon. Did he die along with everyone else? Possibly. Time passed on and by the next day, Remote found himself in the ruins of Metru Nui, not aware of what went on the previous day...*Remote, groaning: Ugh.. what happened? What was I doing last night? *He removes Elitha's mask from his face and starts looking around.**That was sort of a mistake as the eyeholes of the mask glow red and the mask slowly rises into the air behind Remote.*Remote: Didn't there used to be some city here? I could have sworn there was around here, I know it.Elitha: Yes, my little puppet, you are correct... there was a town here, but now it is no more, courtesy of me! *cackles*Remote: What? Man, you're even more derranged than I am, and I kill people for a living.Elitha: Bah, your tactics are child's play compared to my superior plans! With that said... *She raises her scissor scythe and then zaps Remote into oblivion.*Candle Jack: Wow, you have style, I'll give you that.Elitha: Thank you. Now go, whatever your name is and do whatever with your... captives as you please.Von Nebula: Come here often?Elitha: Beat it, Von Nutcase. And Happy Halloween, everybody.Von Nebula: I'll get you, Stormer!!!Elitha: You annoy me. You're all prickly. And why are your legs on backwards?Von Nebula: Because I've got style.Elitha: No, you're just a freak with gaps in his armor.
  21. Here is a chalk-drawing of Lewa I made: I was aiming for silliness. So, I didn't really try to do much. :/ IMO, it's a recognizable, simple drawing.
  22. It's Lewa on a bridge. (I hope I did it right this time.) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/lkmk/art/lewa.png
  23. It's Lewa on a bridge. Why is he on a bridge? I don't know. Probably out on a quest or something. Comments and criticism appreciated!
  24. In the first book the Toa mata talk about thier dark dreams ? What were they eventually revealed as if the were revealed at all?
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