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  1. Toa Lapaka

    Out For Revenge

    PrologueTakham was locked in combat with Makuta Tridax. His Toa Brethren lay motionless on the cold earth around him; their masks were shattered and their armor melted. They had been no match for Tridax. Tridax sneered, “You’re faltering Toa. With every strike you weaken. Soon you will join the rest of your rest of your team in Karzahni!” Takham blocked a slash aimed for his neck with his shield and jumped out of the way of a plasma blast. He spun and blasted the Makuta with a fire ball. Tridax wasn’t expecting this blast, so he hadn’t readied his fire resistance. Takham went to slice at Tridax, but Tridax parried his blow with his spear. “Concede, Toa!” Tridax shouted through gritted teeth. “You’re no match for me! Concede and your death shall be quick!” “Never!” Takham yelled, barely able to control his temper. “As long as you and your kind lives, I will never stop until I avenge my brethren!” “Very well, I’ll have your heart stone in three moves.” Tridax blasted Takham to the ground with shadow. “One,” he said. He blasted Takham’s weapons away, “Two,” an evil grin spread crossed his face. “Three,” Tridax held his claw up and sliced down. Takham saw the attack coming and tried desperately roll out of the way, and though he escaped death, he wasn’t fast enough. Takham grabbed at his arm, but it wasn’t there. He cried out in agony. Tridax laughed manically at the sight. “Maybe not three, but the fourth time’s the charm”. He continued laughing until he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He winced at his chest where a sword hilt was sticking from out. He ripped the sword from his ribcage and tried desperately to stop the green-black substance coming from the hole in his torso. “You’ll pay for this Takham! One Day you’ll pay!” Tridax blasted Takham one more time before teleporting away, knocking him out. ******* Zans was jovially walking back to his Koro. It was days like this that made him glad to be a Toa. He had just finished chasing away a swarm of Fireflyers from his Koro, and was now going to have a hero’s triumphant return. Everything was perfect, the trees were green, the Matoran were happy, and there was smoke coming from the direction of the Koro. Wait… that wasn’t right. Oh, the Matoran are probably getting my feast ready, Zans thought. But then more smoke started billowing. Realizing something was wrong, Zans started to race towards his Koro. He arrived to a bonfire of huts. His Koro was aflame, dead plasma Matoran strewn everywhere. Who did this, He wondered angrily. Then, as if to an answer his question, a large yellow-orange and black armored creature came flying from one hut, Makuta Bitil. Zans couldn’t control his anger; He shot several plasma blasts at the Makuta, all of which missed. “You need target practice, Toa. Let me show you how it’s done,” Bitil shot a powerful blast of shadow at Zans. Zans tried to dodge the blast, but it hit him dead on and he went flying into a tree. Bitil laughed a senseless laugh. Zans was insanely mad now. He lobbed a plasma blast straight at the Makuta’s wing, and Bitil came plummeting to earth. “What are you doing!?” Zans yelled, “You’re supposed to protect the Matoran, not decimate them!”“New leadership, new rules,” Bitil answered. “You mean Teridax ordered this!?” “I would love to stay and chit-chat, but I have strict orders,” Bitil lunged at Zans, knocking him to the ground. The two rolled around on the ground, like two infant makua, trying to pin each other, until Zans blasted Bitil in the shoulder, melting his armor. A green and black substance leaked from the hole in Bitil’s armor. “What’s that?” Zans asked. Bitil felt his strength leaving him, and knew he had to get out of here quickly. He let out a power scream to blast Zans away, then, not having enough power to teleport, he flew away; leaving Zans to curse and threaten revenge on him for what he had done. Dellar hung motionless in his dungeon on Destral, awaiting the Makuta. He had been dreading this day, hoping it would never come, hoping the Makuta would just forget about it. The doors of his cell creaked open, and the green and black armored Mutran walked in. “And how are we doing today, Dellar?” Mutran asked. “Go to Karzahni,” Dellar muttered. “Now, now Dellar, no need to be rude, you should be happy. You’re contributing to the future of our universe.” “A dark, evil future.” “I don’t see it that way. Do you think Mata-Nui cares about you? He doesn’t, he’s so ignorant he didn’t even notice that we put him asleep, until it was too late.” “Just get it over with, Mutran.” “Very well then,” Mutran snapped his fingers and the chains holding Dellar up released him. He fell to the floor with a thud. He got up, his hands still trapped in one of the Makuta’s hand cuffs. Mutran grabbed him and led him through the hallways to a large room. Weird metal instruments hung from the ceiling above a small table. Mutran took off Dellar’s hand cuffs and thrust him on to the table. Four metal straps latched over his arms and legs. “Now, Dellar, let’s get started.” The tools roared to life and came down. Dellar screamed in agony as the metal tools chopped, drilled, and warped him into a horrible creature. ***** Krallis and his team were combatting a horde of rahkshi led by Makuta Gorast. She was a fierce fighter and had already taken down several of his Toa teammates. Krallis was freezing rahkshi right and left, but for each one he beat five more took its place. He was fighting the losing side of an uphill battle, and he knew it. His only chance was to take down Gorast, but she was being guarded by five of her own personal rahkshi. He had to get her attention, so he raised his weapon and fired a freezing blast at the Makuta. One of the rahkshi jumped in the way of the blast, and Gorast paid no attention. Seeing his attack had no effect, he yelled “Gorast, come and face me if you aren’t too scared.” This got Gorast’s attention. She turned towards Krallis and gave him a spiteful grin.“Are you eager for death, Toa?” she asked, “Fine, we fight.” Krallis knew it was self-sacrifice, but he had no other choice. If he won, than the attack would be over, but if he lost (which was more likely) he and his team would die. Gorast flew at him, her weapons raised. Krallis raised his shield and shot her back with an ice blast. A fierce battle commenced between the two, but eventually Gorast won out. She pinned him to the ground and sneered. “How should I kill you?” She asked. “Maybe a slice to your heart stone, or a lightning blast. I can kill you in so many ways.” She pondered over her choices for a moment, than she came on a decision. “Ah, this will do it.” She grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt himself disappearing, fading. Then he felt an oppressive heat. His armor melted as he plummeted to the ground. His body and armor melted into non-existents. He felt his heart stone stop, and then he died. ****** Tantrix had been captured. He was stuck in a tube, like a Rahi in the archives. He waited for the Makuta to do something with him. He banged his head against the side of his tube. How could he be so dumb to get captured? “Hurting yourself won’t stop us from preforming our experiments,” Chirox said. “Makuta, why are you all doing this?” Tantrix asked angrily. “Power,” Chirox replied, “were tired of doing all the work and never getting any praise. Plus, Mata-Nui was never a good leader, under the Makuta this universe will thrive.” “And what do you want with me?” “You will help us on our way to victory. You’re going to be a lab rat.” Chirox pulled out a slug-like creature from a tube on a table. “What’s that?” Tantrix asked. “Your destiny.” Chirox thrust his hand with the creature through the wall of the tube and the slug latched on Tantrix. Tantrix freaked out and tried desperately to rip the slug off of him, but its grip was too strong. He felt his energy being drained from him. The drain overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.Review Topic
  2. ZTG

    Mass Destruction

    Chapter 1 Darkness was all he fallowed. Under command of Teridax was his only world. With the being of shadows dead, he stood as one of the few remaining Makuta. His name, was Garncha(Garn-ka). He was fully black, wore the Mask of Shadows and had claws for hands and feet. Staring into the vast, regrown and remade Spherus Magna, he wondered, "Now where to?" His only friend was the moon and the suns. He realized that order must be restored, he must revive the Brotherhood. Meanwhile a red figure rushed from a swarm of Vorox and Zesk. He is Zac, Prodigy of Tahukama, Inventor, and Weaponry Expert. He wore a mask that looked like the Hau and the MAsk of Kindred combined, but it was the Mask of Shielding. It was red, and he wielded a weapon no being knew of, that he made. He shot out a fire ball at the ground to scare off the Vorox and Zesk. Sadly, with the Toa being around, these Vorox and Zesk were used to fire and jumped over it and begun chasing Zac again. Zac jumped up onto a tree branch and used his weapon. It shot out small shell capsuled zamor spheres at his foes which then they fled. His weapon was a custom made Zamor Launcher. It shoots shells that are charged with Protodermis and Zamor Power. Realizing that the natives had gotten used to the toa, he had to be more creative when trying to scare them off. Garncha walked towards the abandoned city of the Skrall. He figured that some Skrall could be remaining, and intended to find out. "Teridax shall be avenged," he thought,"The toa were not supposed to win. Teridax is more powerful than Mata Nui. The brotherhood shall live on!" His question, was answered. A Skrall pounced on Garncha and readied his sword to pierce the intruder's throat. Garncha was one step ahead. He created a blast of shadow that sent the Skrall flying. "Now be assured," Garncha said," I don't want you killed. Yet that is. Your name?" The Skrall gave a confused look at Garncha and said," I am but a lower ranked Skrall, only higher ranks may get names,". Garncha faced his palm at the nameless Skrall and shot a beam that turned the Warrior into a Makuta. "You now have a name," Garncha spoke,"Drazui," Zac kept walking until the suns were shining over head causing him to get tired and more tired every minute. Though he had the power of fire, he had been caught up in using his new weaponry, he had almost forgot how to use them and control the heat. Pretty soon, he was ready to fall and faint. But he had to keep moving until he reached the Mega Village. But sadly he fainted. Then two beings found him and took him to their home. Garncha and Drazui went outside to the ruined balcony. "What do you see?" Garncha asked. Drazui looked and saw a desert, a jungle, and an ocean world. "A peaceful planet?" he replied. Garncha punched him to the ground hich meant Drazui was wrong. "This world was ment for the makuta, not these pitifull excuses for biomechanical life" Garncha corrected. Zac woke up to find him in a room where there were sketches of toa, masks, elements and weapons. A being came in with a tray with meat from a rhahi and said, "Oh good your awake! My name is Misnya, toa of water and master of the Mata Elements" Zac got up and was puzzled. She, controlled the six elements that belonged to the Defenders of Mata Nui? "I'm Zac," he replied," Toa of Fire and also inventor. How come you are able to control the Mata Elements?", "Well," Misnya said calmly, she had done it thousands of times before, "Toa are able to posses this power, but only if they have gone through several trials to collect Toa Stones. Special Toa Stones that can give you more than one element,". Zac could barely use his power of fire now, how could he regain control of the flames and master five other elements?
  3. WELCOME TO BIONICLE ANIMATED THE OFFICIAL PROJECT! What is BIONICLE ANIMATED? Well like BIONICLE: Re-birth chronicles, it is an animated series, only there are only cannon characters. The series will have 5 seasons each containing a certain number of storylines. When will it be released? TBA. I am still writing the first season's scripts, finding voices, and working on concept. But putting a date on it will be setting to many expectations, which I don't want to fail you. Soon I'll say when episodes will be posted and where you can view them, just check my Profile for more info.
  4. Well, I've taken pictures of all the MOCs that I made during BZP's downtime, and now it's time to post them! Here's the once I made most recently: Shadow Takanuva. ^click for gallery (when public)^ Here's some more pictures:FrontBackStaff converted into scythe/Kohlii staffStaff sheathed"Come to me, my brethren!"Comments and/or criticisms are appreciated, and please click the links to some of the other MOCs in my signature! -
  5. So these are a few MOCs who do not have names. Most of these are old. 1 - This is actually one of my earliest known custom bipeds. It's old, and it's a Piraka build (something I do very few of), but I kinda really like this guy, for some strange reason.2 - This guy's old, but this is the latest version of him; I've built him several times. I know that the Crasts on his shoulders look dorky, but I'd just gotten Thornatus and I wanted to do something with them. 3 - Another shot of him.4 - A Fe-Matoran. 5 - Another Fe-Matoran. 6 - Yet another [albeit slightly irregular] Fe-Matoran.7 - A Toa of Iron with a rifle. This is another 'recurring character,' so-to-speak.8 - Another super-old one; since I never bought Nocturn, I tried to make my own, with a bit of variation/artistic license. As you can see, however, I failed. 9 - A concept of a tribal Skakdi. Man, I really wish I remembered how to build that headdress...10 - Yet another super-old one; some kinda demon. So yeah, they're old and suckish, but I still kinda like them. I'm not looking for names or anything, because, well, they're dead and whatnot. But feel free to bash and hate up on all my Inika/Piraka torso-ness.
  6. An arcane mechanical guardian, employed by the sages of light. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 I know I do a lot of Inika builds, because I'm a dumb simpleton like that, but this is perhaps by far my most favorite of all of my Inika build MOCs. That axe took quite awhile to build.
  7. Last year there was a relatively big RPG going on here on BZP: War Zone. Lately I decided to draw one of my characters, a Toa of Lightning named Lithree. She is very much a hero-type girl, preferring straight "good-vs-evil" matters rather than the grey morality that was all over the place in the titular war.This image is just a quick sketch. There are several things I could have done better about it, especially the line work. I was thinking of vectorizing it all that, but I felt that it would be better to simply draw a new picture later and work from scratch. That said, I still wanted to show off this one. Lithree wears a Calix, which suits her energetic combat style rather well. She tries to avoid killing where possible, and thus stamina and dodging are important skills to her. She also carries an Energy Siphon Blade, which absorbs elemental attacks. The sword has been modified with a backpack that can store additional charges, allowing Lithree to take a defensive stance in battle and also use her enemies' powers against them.
  8. Hey guys! Boy, it's been a while since I've done anything Bionicle related or been on this site. O.O *coughs* Anyway, this is actually a revamped version of a previous epic I had attemped to write years ago. If you guys do remember my old story "Summer Star", then you know what I'm talking about. I lost all the original files I had on my last computer of the old story, but luckily, I still have the written version. But here's the thing: IT SUCKED! The original plot was a complete disaster, the characters were underdeveloped (more like flat-characters than round characters, and what's worse was that it was self-insert), the scenes were choppy between dialogue and actions, and the only other thing that could possibly be worse than the self-insert I mentioned earlier? The way I had things written were so out of whack, I didn't even believe that it would be possible in real life if any of this DID happen! But, luckily, I've finally been working my way through what I should have done when I first started writing. I'm developing the characters more (and the main character is no longer a self-insert, so HOORAY! My first OC!), I'm actually considering the settings a little more and how things will develop (much better than I did before, TRUST ME on this), and a whole bunch of other stuff. And compared to the original prologue, this chapter isn't even half as long, and the original was just nothing but boring details in the beginning that I could have scattered amonst the chapters! O.o So anyway, I hope you enjoy this~ X3 And no, I do not own Bionicle! I only own the characters you don't recognize. _________________________________ Drip… Drop… Drip… The silence was shattered by the sounds of water falling into a pool, the air nearly vibrating with each sound as it reverberated through the colossal chamber. Darkness concealed all but the glowing water source, the dim lightstones barely illuminating the solitary figure seated in a throne made from the bones of a large beast. His armor was as dark as the shadows themselves, leaving his form nearly invisible in the gloom. Even in the darkness his eyes were hard to see, dimmed in deep thought. A sudden creaking noise, akin to that of a rusted door opening, echoed through the chamber. Even as a smaller figure hesitantly crept in, the larger being never stirred from his thoughts or even moved to acknowledge the new presence. Then, in a voice worn by time, the being hissed, "What is it this time?" The visitor, a messenger with reptilian-like features, fidgeted a little at being addressed, but recovered as he knelt respectfully on one knee before the great being. "Pardon the intrusion, my lord," the messenger said humbly, his words chosen carefully. "But there is a message from General Koto in the western hemisphere. He believes that he has discovered the clue we've been looking for." Silence filled the room once more as the lord pondered over these words, the only sound being the resonating echo of the dripping water. Then, in a tone that held a hint of a warning, he said, "That bumbling oaf of a general couldn't find a Tahtorak even if it was standing in front of him. If all my other elite trackers and warriors were unable to find such a thing for seven long years, how could he find it?" Barely able to suppress the urge to twitch, the messenger pulled out a broken tablet along with a scroll from his bag. "General Koto stumbled across a small rahi that was carrying a coded message. He managed to get it translated, and a part of the message, though partly broken, contained valuable information." This time, the shadowy being opened a single eye, leering down at the messenger with an icy blue gaze. "Show me the message," he ordered while stretching out a clawed hand. "I will be the judge of its worth…or it will be both your heads."With the threat clear as day hanging over his head, the messenger stood and moved closer, placing both items into the dark one's waiting hand and taking a respectful step back. He kept his head low in submission, willing to accept his master's wrath yet dreading the moment as time slowly ticked by. With each line he read, the dark lord's expression grew more and more intrigued. Then, with a grin fit for a skakdi, he gave a low, rattling chuckle. "So that is their game," he grinned in amusement. "Very clever, hiding her in such a place. It's no wonder my men couldn't find a trail." Blinking in confusion, the messenger asked slowly, "My lord, if I may ask: who is this you are talking about?"Giving the messenger a shockingly kind smile, the lord said, "We are speaking of the very person we have been searching so long for: my daughter." Standing from his throne, the towering figure seemed to glide across the floor towards the water, leaving the hopelessly confused messenger to shuffle after him. The pool suddenly began to bubble on the surface, a large object slowly beginning to emerge from the glowing blue-green waters. When it was hovering mere inches above the surface, the messenger could see that it was a huge round mirror, its surface surprisingly dark despite the fact that they were standing directly in front of it. He even noticed that there was a dragon-like mantle on the mirror, its head and neck bent over the top of the mirror to snarl at them while its limbs clung to the rims and its tail spiraled down into the pool. Lightly running a talon over the black surface of the mirror, the lord said, "Years ago, a child was born. Even then, I could sense the potential she possessed, and she was very special indeed. You could even say that she was a rose amongst a field of weeds. And that rose would become my heir. I raised her, shielded her from the outside world so as to protect her from the taint of the unworthy…until a traitor took her from me." "A traitor?" the messenger gasped in disbelief. Who would betray their lord and master? "Yes, a traitor," came the hissed response, the lord's fist clenching tightly as his claws dug into his metal skin. "A traitor went into the child's room while her caretaker was away and took her from my kingdom. The traitor himself has yet to be found, but he will be punished severely…but for now, let us see where they have hidden her." He waved his hand across the surface and a white image began to form, slowly taking shape as other colors began to join the mixture. Then, a distinct image of a forest of evergreen trees dominated the mirror, snow covering most of the leaves as more lazily drifted towards the ground. "Ah, so that is where we will find her," came the dark chuckle as ice-blue eyes gazed at the surface. "Now we just have to retrieve her, and hope that the infidels have not done anything…permanent. And to ensure that nothing else goes wrong…I'm sending my best agent." At this the messenger froze, his mask growing horrified as he stuttered fearfully, "M-my lord! Surely y-you don't mean…him?" A soft, clicking growl suddenly filled the room, causing the messenger to stiffen in shock. Then, before he could react, something wrapped around his ankle and yanked him back, knocking him onto his stomach before he was dragged into the shadows with a cry of shock. No sooner did he disappear did his cries cut off, leaving nothing but silence in the room as the lord continued to observe the mirror. From the darkness, a black form emerged from the shadows, his poisonous green eyes narrowed as he lumbered up to the other. Clenched in his talons, he held the messenger's mask. In an instant, it was crushed into dust. Then, kneeling down on one knee, he bowed his head in respect. "I have come, my liege," he rumbled in a gravelly voice that seemed to have a dual-undertone. "What is it you wish of me?" The dark lord glanced over his shoulder at the new arrival, the smile on his face eerie in the gloom as he said, "A retrieval mission. And the 'package' is vitally important." "Ask and I shall obey, my liege," came the response as a blade-tipped tail swished eagerly behind him. "I will retrieve this 'package' and deliver it to you." "Ah, but it's not just any package," the lord tisked in amusement as he started to walk around him, his agent looking up at him in confusion as he stopped behind him. "This one you cannot harm in any way, shape, or form. You will be retrieving that which has been lost to me." Understanding danced in those poisonous orbs as the hunter nodded his head. "The child," he rumbled softly.The dark lord nodded his approval as he stepped over a still form, moving back to his throne as he sat down. "Yes, the child," he whispered as the hunter stood, facing towards him while still keeping his head and eyes low in submission. "You will go and retrieve her from this realm that she has been kept in. Find the ones that hold her captive and bring me their heads. I want to see who dared attempted to corrupt the little one's mind with lies. Go now, and bring her home." Bowing low at the waist, the hunter turned to leave. "Oh, and one last thing," the lord added, halting him before he could disappear. "If she has been corrupted to believe their lies, try to act friendly towards her. Make her believe that you are not a threat, and simply guide her judgment against her guardians. There's simply no need to traumatize the poor dear." "And if she resists?" A dark scowl appeared on the lord's mask, his eyes seeming to intensify their glare as he said, "Then use whatever means necessary to bring her back." The hunter gave a nod of acknowledgement, a small smirk on his feline-like face as he stepped into the shadows. "As you wish, my liege," his voice echoed, his body fading into nothing. ____________________________________ I'm SOOOOOO sorry that this sucked! I'm terrible with writing dark scenes of evilly awesomeness! DX Hopefully my pitiful attempt was at least decent, but if you guys have any advice (or other words that I could use in place of others) PLEASE tell me! It would be much appreciated! Oh, and just to warn you guys, there ARE humans in this story, but it's definitely NOT what you think. ;3 It's not going to be your typical 'human gets thrown into the Bionicle world' thing, because there's more to the main character than I'm willing to give out. And no, they're not an angel, they're not a demon, they're not a superhero in training, and they're not whatever else you guys are thinking of. You'll find out more when I get to it. XP Anyway, please R & R with any tips and let me know what you think! And even if you don't review, I'll still continue this because it's about slagging time that I got this idea out of my head! XP Edit: Here is the review topic~! X3 http://www.bzpower.c...p?showtopic=532
  9. Issue One: ReentryPages1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9. (warning: the pages will contain some blood and deathly violence within them, but I'll try not to be excessive with it). I'll have more chapters and pages up, but for now I'm just starting off with bits and pieces of the story for now. If any of you don't know what's going on, don't worry. This is a sequel to my epic, Disgrace Amongst the Skrall, which you can view down on my Signiture below. Otherwise, there isn't much I can give to you except that Padelean, the main character, is trying to rediscover herself. Enjoy and comment. -Toa Deserok
  10. Katuko

    Serenity

    SerenityWhat in the blazes...? According to my mind-reading friend, that was the first thought that came to the Toa of Iron, the same moment as the molecules of everything within his immediate view suddenly decided that sticking together wasn't fun enough anymore. As the world began dissolving around him, he apparently felt an uncomfortable sensation in his abdomen, for he looked down, only to find that where there once was full plate armor and metallic protoskin, there was now a gaping hole. His last thoughts, I know nothing of, but I hope they were filled with the dawning realization of what, exactly, it was that had killed him. Do not mistake me for a sadist, though. I don't care if my victims feel pain or not, and indeed: my method of attack this day caused no pain at all. I do, however, enjoy killing in and of itself, more than your average Rahkshi. I take no prisoners. I show no mercy. Having clawed my way through a platoon of my brethren in order to secure my position within the Brotherhood's army, it is hopefully clear to everyone that I am not someone they should mess around with. I guess it is, for they tend to stay far away from me. More than once have I found myself on the battlefield with no enemies left, only to turn my anger towards my own allies. Once I start killing, I can not stop. It is physically impossible for me, for as soon as the fight is on, everything becomes a blur. A blur filled with maddened screams, metal breaking, cries of pain and occasionally wet, squishy noises. By the time I calm down, everything around me is usually dead.I am a Rahkshi of Anger. I was created from a fully developed Kraata, and so my power is at its absolute maximum. My ability is to cause anger, quarrels and conflicts amongst others. As a side effect, I am also angry, all the time. I am the most aggressive, most brutal, most crazily berserking Rahkshi you will ever meet. You would do well to fear me. My dented, scratched, scorched and otherwise abused and maimed armor was once white. Today, it's more of a worn-down silver; with sooty black and muddy brown liberally scattered across its surface: a result of charging recklessly into ranks of Toa with powers far more flashy than my own. I don't even use a staff. The one I had was first bent around a Skakdi's skull, and later broken completely when I used it to smash through a Toa of Stone's rock barrier. My left hand is missing a claw and a half, after an unfortunate run-in with a Toa of Plasma. I have been told he burned them clean off with a stream of ionized gas. Personally, I didn't even notice until much later, after I was done grinding his Kanohi mask to dust by scraping it, Toa still attached, across half a mile of rocky terrain. It helps that the only organic parts in a Rahkshi's body is the Kraata, located in the head and spine, but they say even a fully mechanical being would notice their body parts being blown off. Not me. Once my berserker side kicks in, I lose all control. If a Toa as much as glances at me, I feel compelled to attack, and I won't stop until I've had my daily dose of murder.Today, another Toa met his end at my hands. From my description of the scene, you might be wondering how I could possibly use anger to make things dissolve. Truth be told, I technically didn't. When I saw him, he was still a distance away, and I realized that charging down there would have given him enough time to rip me apart with his elemental powers. Luckily I managed to contain my rage just long enough to pry a weapon away from one of my comrades: A Rahkshi of Disintegration. He protested, but to no avail. With his staff in hand, I unleashed a wave of energy upon the general area, which spelled the end for the Toa. My blood lust satisfied, I managed to calm down enough to hand the staff back to its owner in a somewhat civilized manner. He hissed at me, but didn't dare to do anything more. For a moment, I did feel the urge to attack him as well, but once again I managed to suppress my violent emotions. That's twice in one day. New record.The third party present was a Toa of Psionics. At the time I didn't care to know his name, but after I asked him a few days ago he told me it was Sifex. I know he defected to the Brotherhood of Makuta some time during the war between Toa and Dark Hunters, seeking an alternative to the violent conflict; a place where he could feel safe. Our fortress is definitely safe, but unfortunately for him, he no longer had a say in things at all, and our missions were certainly not pacifistic. My best guess was that he was placed on my team just to see his reaction to me. If he didn't follow orders, he would be killed by the Makuta. Loyalty notwithstanding, in my group he might actually get killed if he did follow orders, given my unstable nature. Sifex appeared to know this, and did his best to act friendly towards me. I suspected that he used his mind-reading ability to sense my feelings and motives and act accordingly. A good skill to have. At the very least, it would keep him safe as long as I was calm... and sane. We had another few Brotherhood members with us when we started the mission, but they were gone now. One, a Vortixx, had tried to bail on us. He was quickly vaporized for his betrayal. Another, a Skakdi, had been a bit too close to me during a heated battle. Sifex chided me for killing him, as if it was my fault that he couldn't see me swinging a looted pole axe around in a mad frenzy.It didn't take long before the three of us came across another group of Toa, and it didn't take more than the sight of their ugly masks before my rage broke loose again. I don't remember anything from this battle myself, but my Toa friend has filled me in on the details. As I began charging towards the Toa's camp, hissing and screeching like I usually do, the Psionic had realized that they were expecting us. One of them activated his mask of Shielding to hold me off, and I was thrown backwards onto the ground. Sifex quickly used his mental powers to knock the defender off-balance, and I have been told that by the time he fell down, I had gotten back up, more furious than ever. He, however, never got the chance to stand again. While I pounded the life out of the Toa, his comrades descended upon me with swords in hand. At least one of them were on fire. Having no concern for my own well-being – and definitely none for theirs – I grabbed said burning sword by the blade and wrung it from the Toa's grip. One of the others cut another gap in my shoulder armor, before I cut him in half with the flame sword. At this point Sifex didn't want to go into further detail, but from the curious sight that greeted me once my rage subsided, I got that I must have done a lot more than simply cut that Toa. In any case, by this time the Rahkshi of Disintegration had managed to kill two of the enemy group from a safe distance, which meant that only two remained. One activated her mask of Flight a moment before I could grab her, but she didn't get far. Another disintegration beam swiftly turned her into a nice shower of confetti. This left a Toa of Fire, who by now had recovered enough from the shock to unleash his elemental power. Fire doesn't really stop a metallic being who doesn't care about being burned, however. Moments later, the Toa was dead, and my sense of reality slowly came back, allowing me to study the aftermath properly. As usual, there wasn't much to see. A few more burns on my armor and a few shattered Toa. Nothing more.Sometimes, I regret not being able to remember my own exploits. Those who've seen me in action claim that it is a sight to behold. On rare occasions, when there are a few moments when I'm not angry at something, I also feel a bit frightened of myself. I have no control! Some day I will get myself killed in a frenzied battle. Partly due to this, and partly due to Sifex's insights, I have realized that I must learn to control my anger. He told me that even if I can't stop the anger itself, that doesn't mean I can't learn to focus it. If I just concentrate, he says, I can stop myself from going on rampages and instead utilize the rush I feel for more precise destruction. Controlled fury... a very interesting theory. I'm not sure if I believe Sifex when he says it will make me even more fearsome, but I agree that it will help me become more effective. As I sit here writing this, I can feel anger building once more: it takes too long, and it feels like a wasted effort, but Sifex claims that writing down my thoughts will help me focus on them and not lose my grip. Even so, these articulate sentences are beginning to grate on my patience, forcing me to crush a Matoran's neck with my left hand in order to relieve tension enough to type with my right. I can hear Sifex shouting something in the distance, barely audible over the gurgles of the Matoran. I believe he's upset that I'm killing our prisoner. He gave up on trying mental communication with me after he realized my thoughts mostly boiled down to murder and how best to perform it, so he's resorted to normal speech around me. But please, stop with the shouting already, I'm doing the best I can. Sifex, stop shouting. He's not even dead yet. All right, that's it, one more shout and I'll skjdfhIW7YoctIUHBJK5BN48ASJA;LgfvEW8OTFGVThe End
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