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A while back, I devised an idea for a custom torso using Hordika torso pieces. This was the result. I didn't know what to give him for weapons, so I settled with a sword and shield. Somehow, that led me to think of him as something more of a warrior than a hunter, and the name "Sir Vamprah" just stuck to him. Main Pic Front Back Pose Comparison with Toa Nidhiki Giving Nidhiki a good Spartan Kick Gallery Comments and criticism welcome. Next MOC: Royal Dragon (SBC)
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Hey guys, this is a MOC that I built a while back (and by a while, I mean like 2-3 years ago.) I wasn't really an experienced MOC builder, but this is one of my finer builds. I have long since disassembled him, but thanks to pictures I took of his building process, I will rebuild him for you all to stare at for hours on end. Makuta Kojol The Great Spirit Mata Nui created Kojol 100,000 years ago using a pool of the substance known as Antidermis located on one of the Southern Islands of theMatoran Universe. Like other Makuta, he became a member of the Brotherhood of Makuta, an organization tasked with maintaining order and carrying out the will of Mata Nui. Kojol was responsible for the creation of several Rahi breeds to populate the Matoran Universe and specialized in flying and marine Rahi, such as the Proto Drake. - Biosector01.com I know that the feet look odd, I didn't have grey or black ones at the time. More photos will come soon! Gallery: http://www.flickr.com/photos/93719765@N05/with/8530736293/#photo_8530736293 Ignore the Lizaru set pictures, those are for a review I'm working on. The Upgraded version features: more details and a consistent color schemea gunmore armor The basic figure includes: the basics and his staff. both feature: Light-up eyesstaffkanohi pakari nuvabasic armor My gallery has pictures of both the original build, and the build with modifications.
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Dark Dreams A cold light dawns. He is alive again; unsure of where he is, but alive. He will have to figure this out. He has been asleep. For a long time. This he knows for certain. Something has kept him from awakening, only to finally decide to jolt him up. He ponders whether to thank or kill this person. In the distance, a large building emerges. A temple. Why is it here? Again, he is not sure. It stands before him, unmoving, as if to mock him for his incompetence. This does not seem right. Nothing has ever mocked him before. He remembers always being in control; once again uncertain, but the feeling is there. He walks towards the temple. Many inscriptions lay on its front. He does not understand many, but there is one that strikes him: Unity. Duty. Destiny. Of course, he does not care to figure out its meaning. It seems pointless. Getting out of this place is more important. All the same… He somehow feels a connection to it… like he has seen it before. The thought bothers him. Something is not right here. His gaze stays on the words for a long time before a loud noise suddenly shakes him out of it. As if in a dream, he moves toward it. It feels like he is in water, but he is moving. Nothing is there at first; then, in a bright flash, something else emerges. A large rounded stone, simple face etched up top. This he knows. It has been in his subconscious many times before. Something tells him it is important. The stone lays still, unconscious. Of course it cannot shift a muscle, ###### around. It is immobile. Yet it seems he is immobile too, made of some sort of metal. Very confusing. He is just about to go up to the stone to see what is up when a large KRAKOW interrupts his train of thought and it has grown dark. Too dark. Unnaturally dark, even. The thought scares him. He does not know whether to walk or run. The stone that was once lively beige has soon turned black, completely overshadowed by the darkness. Now he is indicted to run; however, despite his greater intentions, he stays put. He cannot help but be concerned. Any competent individual would think better of this. He actually inches towards the stone for a bit. The fact that such an innocuous object is now suddenly dark is alarming. His slow march is suddenly interrupted by one more object. This one is dark from the start. It is not comforting, either; jagged skin and blood red eyes line its skin. He stays his ground. Crimson light is soon upon him, staring as if to say, “I know you are here.” Then it actually speaks. Laughs, even. He is angered; nothing has ever mocked him like that. Something inside him tells him to blast this freak in the chest, show him what he is worth, but he does not have the means to do so. The shadowy figure continues to mock him. Its voice is deep, grating, and chills his very soul. What should he do? He knows this guy is dangerous, but it seems there is nothing he can do to- Wait. Who are those people? They have different colours, red and black and blue and green and brown. Yet they appear similar to him. This is confusing. Are they his cousins? Brothers? Is he a robot? They stare at each other for a minute, each examining the other. He finds himself looking deep into piercing pink eyes. He has never felt any strong emotions before now, but he quickly finds himself… jealous. This red man must go. The red man surprisingly feels the same. He looks angry for a moment, annoyed probably with him; then a blue girl is on him, her hand on his shoulder. He nods then gestures to the others to follow him. They are going to take the shadow out. The robots walk towards the dark stone. It gazes at them, rubies bloodshot as ever. It does not show on its face, but it is angry. Irritated. Smug. He will have the first shot. They stand before it. It is still. The red man points up. “We will take you down!” he yells. It continues to be still. The robot growls before pulling out some weapon. A sword. He realizes that he probably has the same weapon, as do the others. His is not exactly like the red man’s. It is longer and more streamlined. He also has a curved piece of metal- a shield! That will be useful. The red man shouts out some commands and everyone aims their weapons. Nothing happens for a while. The villain does nothing; then, in barely a second, it flinches. Then it is on them. A large beam of coloured light has only barely pierced its rocky skin before it has been overpowered by a large shadow. His breath catches in his throat. This was not supposed to happen. They were supposed to use their weapons to dismantle this evil rock, the scoundrel who had defeated the stone. How could it have won? Red man freezes. He is obviously unnerved as well. For a moment, he looks at the shadow as well; then, he gestures at the others to fall back. It takes a bit of effort to escape the suction the rock has created, but before long everyone has fled. The robots enjoy their success, if only for a bit. They run through the piercing blackness. It is no longer light; the only source of illumination is their brightly coloured eyes. Before long it is upon them. It has managed to fly. How this occurred is unknown. It, once again, is silent for a while. Then it attacks. A simple shake at first, then a violent tremor. The same shadow is upon them. He cannot do anything. He tries to do something, but find this impossible. He does not know why- he tries to figure out, but his thoughts are soon overwhelmed by darkness. His mind is no longer happy. They had not been particularly cheerful before, but these new feelings felt… unnatural, gloomy and sinister. At first he finds himself on a beach, enjoying the sun and sand, only to be swept away in a tornado. Then he is on top of a volcano and ends up being pushed in. A lake, drowning. A mountain, hypothermia. The worst thought of all occurs in another chamber. He does not recognize this very well, but a vague splinter of his brain seems to remember. Things are not dark here; a strange blue substance provides light. They stand together on a circle. The green one smiles. He is happy. This should cheer up everyone, but it does nothing. The rock has corrupted their brain. A larger robot stands before them on another circle. She is not happy. In fact, she seems angry. At what he does not know. She opens her mouth to speak, then stops. She smiles slyly. When her mouth opens again, it is black. She releases black. Soon everything is dark. He does everything he can to fight off this shadow, but is unsuccessful. This lady is just too strong. It does not seem fair. He must be able to do SOMETHING. But alas… He cannot. He is soon assaulted by visions. Beside him, the others convulse, shaking in fear. They must have been possessed as well. He is compelled to feel a small tinge of sadness for them. Right before his eyes, bad things take place. The people he has met are violently dismembered. It is too gruesome for him to take note of. Soon, he finds others are being destroyed- houses, animals, smaller robots- Children. This should not be allowed. The rock is a madman. It is murdering children. Surely he can stop this? He pleads. It should not be happening. The slashfest continues. He finds the robots being sliced apart again. The large one, even though she has really done nothing wrong, is crushed. The smooth stone is thrown up and smashed to pieces. And that is only for them. He is not so lucky. The shadows do nothing at first. He stands still, unmoving, and gazes at them. They are at least grateful to give a silent “hello” at first. Then they hiss and strike. It is surprising to him to find that being consumed by darkness is actually not so bad. The mind feels a pain at first, a sting at the loss to its morality, then… nothing. Only lightness. It is wrong. No. It is wrong. He liked the stone. This is injustice! The rock was a great man. It did many good things for its people. He thinks he will serve him- No. He is black now. Everyone else is too. Even the chamber is. Beyond, a small animal lays dangling. He can do nothing. No. The rock will save this one. He knows it. He must. He- No! Soon whatever the animal was hanging on snaps. It falls and is dead before it hits the floor. He should feel sadness at this, anger; there is only happiness. A threat to Makuta’s domination is gone. SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Kopaka. NO! BUMP. Serve me. NO! HSSSSSSSS. He falls to the ground now, defeated. You are mine. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BOOOM! *** He wakes up. A cold light dawns. He is alive again; unsure of where he is, but alive. He will have to figure this out. I have slept for so long now, he thinks. My dreams have been dark ones. He is not whole. That he knows for certain. His parts lay broken, scattered across the ground. The sand. Can he pick them up? He reaches over in experimentation. A small touch at first, then a large lunge. He receives nothing. This concerns him. He tries again, harder this time. He will not remain in this canister forever. It is a bit of a stretch, but soon- He gets it! An arm. It helps much, though. He is soon able to start rebuilding himself. He does not know how or why he was destroyed. But now I am awakened. A mask lies by his feet. It is cold metal, stark silver in contrast to the golden sand. Stupid to say, but he feels it is important. After all, why would it be there in the first place? He goes on his hunch and puts it on. It works. Blinking readings soon pop up in his vision. My mask, he realizes. He has used this before. It seems too useful to not be. There is only one last joint to go before he is fully normal again. An arm. Now the scattered elements of my being are being rejoined. For a moment, he is unsure. What will putting it on do? Allow him to move around? Where will he go? What will he do? Then he realizes. That is not important. What IS important is finding out who this… Makuta character is and putting a stop to his evil. He knows that man cannot be a vision. He… Kopaka… knows that such actions are too true to be false. He may have been dreaming, but the content is real. Now I am whole. Kopaka stands up. He will not let Makuta get away with this. And the darkness cannot stand before me. *** I honestly have no idea where this came from. Somebody on BZP was discussing what the heck was happening in the dreams mentioned in the beginning of the series, and then somebody suggested it might have been the Toa's subconscious influencing them before they woke up. And that inspired me. Then I wrote this. I am a dark, dark person, I know. That is Bionicle #1 dialogue at the end, there. So I suppose this fits into canon. Somehow.
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Not sure if this is in the right place, but if not, please let me know so I can move it. Hey all, I was wondering if anyone is interested in Bionicle roleplays. I'm looking for people to roleplay with, because, quick frankly, there are very few people who seem interested. But I really want to try this out, and I think it'll be fun. So, if you're interested, let me know! This topic is for discussing the characters, methods, and where I'm located for roleplaying. ~Tobi
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In The Final Battle, Makuta Mutran is on the verge of figuring it out how to control the storm going on in the heart of Karda Nui. He is vaporized just before he announces his discovery. I now believe that I have found it. Could Mutran simply have invoked his Makuta power over weather control to control the storm? Is this, in you, the reader's opinion, plausible? X-Ray -
Unknown Location, Undefined Time-Period "Hello, pathetic hum'ns! Today marks the beginnings of a BIG project to digitally remaster--" Antroz was hit on the head by Stronius. "Erm, to thoroughly revise Terry's Horrendous Misadventures! The critically acclaimed, top-rated," Krika taps on his shoulder, pointing to the Comedy Critics, who were glaring at them disapprovingly. Antroz ignores him, and continues to speak. "...comedy written by the Dude with a Hat! Hopefully, if all goes well, we'll be rid of: Bad JokesPoor CapitalizationSmelling ErrorsConfusing PlotAnd MUCH MORE!" "So, don't expect a whole lot from this gig for a LONG while.... Infidels....." Chimed in Onewa. "And with that happy note, we bid you farewell for an unknown length of time." Finished Krika.
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There once was a Makuta, who liked nothing more than to create reptilian beasts, ones with wings or fins. Sadly, he had an unfortunate accident, falling into a vat of Energized Protodermis with a three-headed version of one of his creations... What happened next, wasn't quite typical... It formed... Viraxuis, Hydra Warrior There's a quick backstory, not that it really matters. What matters is the MOC, so here. Front (A bit blurry) Legs Close-Up (Sideways) Brandishing mutated arm Back (Sideways) Are You Scared, Little One? And, of course, one can't have any dragon-related thing without some Firepower. Gallery when public. C&C accepted! Zakaro
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Alright, we all know the makuta, a race of beings that control shadow among forty-one other powers, most of which are deadly. They are selfish by nature, aggressive, vindictive and willing to kill those that stand in their way without a second thought. And they are very good at playing the long game. It doesn't take a lot to see that these guys going bad in the first place, but, why did they go bad? This thread is for everyone's theories regarding the fall of the Brotherhood, and how you came to your conclusion, I'll start. "We hate you, because we cannot be you." That's the line that made me stop, despite the fact that Tahu tries to brush it off like it's just small-talk. Why couldn't they? After that, I started scouring the books, blogs, podcasts, any and every source of bionicle story information I could find. Now this is either just fridge logic, or Greg intentionally placed these things there as clues. Or it's also possible he just hated the makuta so much it leaked into his writing on the times before they went bad. I'm going to assume it's one of the first two. In chronological order. In "The Many Deaths of Toa Tuyet", Tuyet says she may take out the Brotherhood, even though the Brotherhood hadn't betrayed them yet and at the time Teridax was helping to defend Metru Nui against the Dark Hunters. Instead of being even slightly confused as to why she would go after their allies, Lhikan just berates her for trying to instill her own will over a populous. That and they don't mention him or anything about the western side of Metru Nui at any time during the story, so I can only assume that Teridax was stationed there, alone. Displaying a near self destructive disregard for the makuta. This isn't just thinking he can handle it, this is willfully ignoring him. At this point I asked, "were the makuta already hated before they went bad?" During the Great Disturbance, Teridax believed it necessary to not only lock the combatants in the Onu-Metru archives, but to unleash some of the more deadly rahi on them in order to terrorize them into stopping their civil war. As we've seen from Teridax's other activities, he works in incredibly subtle ways. For him to decide that such drastic and involved measures needed to be taken, there must have been something else that guaranteed, at least in his eyes, that they wouldn't listen to him. You could say that the fact that the turaga had already failed could be this reason. But I doubt it. Afterwards, Teridax's actions led to makuta everywhere being even further distrusted by matoran and toa. This is the kind of behavior frequently exhibited by people attempting to justify racism. The person will take a single individual's actions and spread it over the entire group. They'll look at a black man who was convicted of theft and then say that all people of african descent are thieves, or a hispanic man lazing on his porch and say that all hispanics are lazy. They'll look at a jewish man who is cheap and say that all jewish people are tight-fisted when it comes to money. The best comparison for the makuta would be those who discriminate against muslims because there are small sects that are crazy, like those responsible for the 9/11 attacks or other acts of terror. Then when Teridax reveals his plan to the other makuta, Miserix sees it as a ploy to take control of the Brotherhood. That doesn't make any sense, The Plan was to take control of Mata Nui's body, Teridax could easily leave Miserix in command of the Brotherhood if he did this. Meaning Teridax didn't reveal that plan, he talked to the other makuta about something else, something that Miserix saw as a threat. Then you also have to ask, why did so many of the makuta side with Teridax when their leader so openly opposed him? Teridax told them they didn't have to take everyone else's abuse. This, on one hand, would definitely be a threat to Miserix's station of command, as he had just been having everyone endure the hatred. On the other, wasn't he a makuta as well? Why would he disagree with Teridax's message? Because he had been dealing with the same stuff. For so long in fact that it was just the way it was supposed to be to him. Because the status quo was working and hope is scary, especially after the massive amounts of time the makuta had lived without it. Basically, this was an instance of 'Then Let Me Be Evil.' The Brotherhood essentially said, "fine, you want us to be the bad guys, then we're the bad guys. Oh hey, what's wrong? We thought this was what you wanted us to be. Who's laughing now? Stop bleeding into the blasted carpet and take it like the big heroic toa you think you are." And that's without any individual backstory, I'm sure if we had that it would be downright heartbreaking. That's my theory, care to poke any holes in it? Or show us your own? [Thanks to The Iron Toa for showing me where I went wrong with the Six Kingdoms.]
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Yes, you read that right. Playing a bard in the BZPRPG has done things to my brain. It now sees potential song parodies everywhere. Personally I also find it funny when villains break character in parodies, so I thought "Why not use Makuta Terdiax for this?" I intend to have him parody one well-known song per chapter 'till either your interest or my creativity runs dry. So let's get this party started, shall we?Makuta's Sing-Along BlogChapter 1Mata Nui has risen.Everyone in the great city of Metru Nui is celebrating the event. The Toa Nuva have finally fulfilled their destiny of awaking Mata Nui, after Toa Matoro's noble sacrifice to revive the Great Spirit. The evil Makuta were all killed by the energy storms erupting in the universe core after the awakening, and the Order of Mata Nui secured control of the world above; meaning that the greatest threat to peace has been wiped out once and for all.Just as the Turaga begin to congratulate the heroes, however, I make my entrance. A cold wind spreads across the crowd, and my voice can suddenly be heard from all directions. I am Makuta Teridax... and I have just secured my position as supreme ruler of the universe. And just for that reason, I feel the need to tell the Toa exactly what I think of that matter.*Ahem*This... was a triumph.I'm making a note here: Huge success.It's hard to overstate my satisfaction!I'm the Makuta!I do what I want, because I can.For the good of all of us,except for those who must dieBut there's no sense crying over every mistakebecause evil plans, that is what I makeAnd the Rahkshi will flyAnd the Toa will dieNone of my brothersare still aliveI'm not even angry.I'm being so sincere right now.Even though you torched my face,and killed me.And tore me asunder.And threw my corpse into a pond.As I fell I laughed becauseI was so not dead!Now these masks from Toa make a beautiful pileand my evil plans are still cruel and vileSo I'm glad you understand:I'm still the ruler of this land,and the people that are still alive!Go ahead and leave me.I think I prefer to work alone.Maybe you'll find someone else to help you?Maybe Karzahni?That was a joke, haha, that fool!Anyway this Kraata's greatit's so malicious and moistLook at me still talking when there's evil to do!When I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you!I've got a universe to run, there is evil to be doneon the people that are still alive!And believe me I am still alive!I'm doing evil and I'm still alive!I feel fantastic and I'm still alive!While you are dying I'll be still alive!And when you're dead I'll be still alive!Still alive, still alive!Silence creeps across the crowd again. The only sound to be heard is the chill breeze swooping by. I allow myself to slip into obscurity once again, leaving the Toa and Matoran looking at each other in disbelief.Makuta, whom everyone had thought dead, was back, and he had taken control of their universe. And even worse... he was jolly.
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All the Matoran on Mata Nui liked Christmas a lot, But Makuta, who lived under Kini-Nui, did NOT. Makuta HATED Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Oh, Please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his armor was too tight, It could be his helmet wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all, Was that his heart was two sizes too small. (Or technically nonexistent due to him being made of green gas; just go with it.) But, whatever reason, his (lack of) heart or his armor, He stood there on Christmas Eve HATING the Matoran. Staring up from his lair with a sour, shadowy frown, At the lights emanating from every town. For he knew every Matoran on Mata Nui was busy now, while he watched from beneath, Hanging up a nice, green, holiday wreath. "And they're hanging their stockings" He said with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically HERE!" Then he growled, with his metal fingers nervously rapping. Party time! Party time! Everybodysgettin'downbecauseit's PARTY TIME! Not that kind of rapping. "I must find some way to keep Christmas from coming!" --------------------------- "For tomorrow I know, all those Matoran, a few girls but mainly boys, Will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then, They'll make noise, all that NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE! If there's one thing I hate, it's all that noise, noise, noise, noise! And they'll somehow do it all with only a ball, And a single stick, oh it makes me sick!" "They'll smack that darn ball from Koro to Koro, They do every year, it'll be the same tomorrow. With all of their athletes and their small amount of gear, They'll play the same game they have for a thousand years! And then, all the Matoran, they'll sit down to a feast, And they'll feast, and they'll feast, And they'll feast, feast, feast, FEAST! They'll feast on fish jelly, and eat Muaka roast beast Muaka roast beast is a feast I can't stand in the least!" "And THEN, they'll do something I hate most of all, Every Matoran on Mata Nui, the tall and the small, Stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing, Hand in hand, those Matoran will start SINGING!" Abu doreas, abu doreas, welcome Christmas, come this way! Abu doreas, abu doreas, welcome Christmas, Christmas day! Welcome, welcome, abu abu, welcome, welcome, abu, abu, Christmas day is here at last, As long as we stand hand to hand! "And they'll SING, and they'll SING, and they'll sing, sing sing, SING!" And the more Makuta thought about this Matoran Christmas sing, the more Makuta thought, "I must stop this whole thing! For like a bajillion YEARS I've put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming! But how?" And then he got an idea. A terrible, awful idea. Makuta got a wonderful, horrible idea. "Shut up, it's a good idea!" "I know just what to do!" Makuta laughed in his throat. "I'll make a quick Nui Claus hat and a coat!" He chuckled and clucked, "What a great Makuta trick! With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Rick! --------------------------------------You're a mean one, Makuta! You really are a heel!You're as cuddly as a cactus,You're as charming as an Eel, Makuta! You're a bad Bula Berry,With a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Makuta! Your heart's an empty hole!Your brain is full of Fikou,You've got garlic in your soul, Makuta! I wouldn't touch you with a,39 1/2 foot pole!--------------------------------------- "Now all I need is a Kane-Ra!" Makuta looked around. But since Kane-Ra were scarce, there were none to be found. But did THAT stop Makuta? Ha! Makuta simply said, "If I can't find a Kane-Ra, I'll MAKE one instead!" So he took his Visorak, Cuddles, and he took some black thread, and he tied a big set of horns on top of his head. Then he grabbed some old bags and put them on a sled full of holes, and then he called for little ol' Cuddles. And then Makuta said "Giddyup!" And the sleigh started to move up while the Matoran were asleep in their towns. ---------------------------- All the windows were dark, No one knew he was there. All the Matoran were dreaming sweet dreams without care, When he came to the first little house on the Ta-Koro square. "This is stop number one!" The old Makuta Claus hissed. As he climbed up to the roof with two bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch, But if Nui could do it, so could Makuta, in a cinch. He only got stuck once, for a minute or two, Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue Where the little Matoran stockings all hung in a row, "These stockings," Said Makuta, "Are the first things to go." Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant, Around all the room and, He took every present. Some balls and some sticks, And lava rocks galore! All the masks, too, And, quite strangely, a door. And he stuffed them in bags, And then Makuta, quite nimbly, Shoved the bags, one by one, Right up the chimney. -------------------------------- You're a vile one, Makuta! You have termites in your smile!You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick Tarakava, Makuta! Given the choice between the two of you,I'd take the seasick Tarakava! You're a rotter, Makuta! You're the king, Of sinful sots! Your heart's a dead tomato with moldy purple spots, Makuta! You're a three-decker sauerkrautAnd toadstool sandwich,With arsenic sauce! ------------------------------------- Then he slunk to the icebox, He took the Matoran's feast. He took the fish pudding, He took the Muaka roast beast! He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash, Why, that Makuta even took the last can of Matoran Hash. Then stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee, "And NOW," Grinned Makuta, "I'll stuff up the tree!" As Makuta took the tree and started to shove, He heard a small sound, like the call of a robo mega death dove. (Strange, but stupid) He turned around fast and saw a small Matoran, Jaller Hue Hugh, who was no more than 1052. He stared at Makuta and asked, "Dude, wazzup fo' shizzle?" Okay, even I didn't understand that. "Why ju takin our tubular holiday large plant, dawg?" But you know, Makuta, he was so sly and so slick, (And thankfully Jaller was dumb as a brick) He thought up a sort of believable lie quite quick. "Well, you know ,erm, 'dawg'," Makuta said with a nervous grin, "That this tree's branches are three inches too thin. I'm taking it to my shop to fix it up quick, And then it'll be just the right size, real thick." "Pfft, whatevas, homie." Jaller said with a yawn. "Just make sure to get it back before dawn." "I sure will!" Makuta said way too quickly, Before teleporting away so fast it made him quite sickly. He grabbed the tree from the chimney, that sneaky old lier, And the last thing he took was the coal for the fire. He left nothing there but wire and string, And the only speck of food left in the house, Was a crumb too small for even a robo-midget-mouse. Then he did the same to all the other Matoran's houses, Leaving crumbs much too small for their robo-midget-mouses. ---------------------------- You nauseate me, Makuta! You're a crooked jerky jockey and,You drive a crooked Muaka, Makuta! Your soul is a appalling dump heap,Overflowing with the most disgracefulAssortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,Mangled up in tangled up knots! You're a foul one, Makuta! You're a nasty, wasty, skunk!Your heart is full of unwashed socks,Your soul is full of gunk, Makuta! The three words that best describe you,Are as follows,And I ---------------------------- It was a quarter to dawn, all the Matoran still in bed, Every one of them asnooze, resting their heads, When Makuta left for Kini Nui, their stuff in his sled. Down to his lair, where he stored all his crumpets, He went down to the energized protodermis with the stuff to dump it. "Ho Ho to the Matoran," Makuta said, humming. "They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming! They'll be so dissapointed, I know just what they'll do! They'll cover their faces and cry 'Boo, hoo, hoo!" "Now that's a noise," Said Makuta, "I simply must hear!" He paused for a moment, and put his hand to his ear. He did hear a sound, from jungle to snow. It started out low, but then started to grow. ---------------------------------- Abu doreas, abu doreas, welcome Christmas, come this way! Abu doreas, abu doreas, welcome Christmas, Christmas day! Welcome, welcome, abu abu, welcome, welcome, abu, abu, Christmas day is here at last, As long as we stand hand to hand! ---------------------------------- But, but, this sound wasn't sad. In fact this sound...this sound sounded GLAD. All the Matoran on Mata Nui singing, the tall and the small, The Matoran were singing with no presents at all! He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming! Christmas had came! Somehow or other, it came all the same. Makuta stood puzzling, with his heart colder than snow. "How could it be so? It came without ribbons! ... It came without tags! ... It came without sticks or balls or bags!" He puzzled and puzzled, 'till his puzzler was sore. But then he thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas didn't come from a store, Maybe Christmas, just maybe, meant a little bit more. "Nah!" Makuta said, and then blew everything up. No, of course not, that wouldn't be up to snub. He thought about this new idea and his heart started to grow. The more he thought about it, the more he started to know, There's more to Christmas than just gifts as a reason. He started to understand why it was such a happy season. As he contemplated this, he lost track of the sled, And it started slipping down into the protodermis, which would leave Makuta quite dead But he noticed in time and hopped off of his ride, And tried to pull it up while Cuddles tried to hide. He pulled and he pulled, and actually managed to lift up that sleigh, Which they say grew his ego three times that day. He returned all the presnts and then went back to his cave. Thinking of the spirit he had been saving this day. "You know, next time, I'll leave hating Christmas to Scrooge." Makuta said with a sigh. "Let someone ELSE deal with these frustrations from up high. I'll take over the universe some other time, but not around Christmas, If I do, I'll look like a bad guy; that's too much of a risk." THE END.
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Does anyone know exactly (or approximately) what audio tricks/effects were used to give Teridax his iconic demon-robot voice? I'm just kind of curious about audio and video editing.
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Haven't touched LDD in a while, but then I was watching Mask of Light again and I noticed how much Makuta's feet looked like the Ben 10 block feet. So, this came about. 123 4 (new!) Download the .lxf file for better views. Wings because wings rule.
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Hello everyone. This is a story I have been working on for some time. I started it several years back, so forgive me when the story starts out as pretty bad. I promise you, if you keep reading, it will improve, especially if you give me your feedback. This story revolves around the 6-month period Teridax was in control of the Mata Nui robot. I hope you enjoy what you read!Chapter 1: The Whisper(((Island half a kio from Artahka, Toa Nuva ETA 20 minutes from Metru Nui)))Twelve figures sat around a strange statue of a Kanohi Hau. It was strange in the fact that no matter where you looked, no matter what angle you saw it from, you always be staring it in the face. They had sensed the storm in Karda Nui and they knew what had happened. But a stirring was troubling them. One of the figures opened his eyes from his meditation and looked at his brothers.“Is that...?” he asked slowly.“Yes. It is. Teridax...” another said. “I knew he couldn’t stay away.”“So the Plan is... complete?” the first asked.“No. Not yet. But soon...”The first figure cursed softly under his breath. “Then perhaps it’s time for some reconnaissance.” A third figure opened his eyes from his meditation, a slight smirk spreading across his face. “Ooh, I agree,” he said.“I thought you would. But no, I think we need more... finesse... send the twins.”“Understood,” two quiet voices said at the same time.“Good,” the first figure said with a slow nod. “Teleport to Stelt. Commandeer a boat and head north to Metru Nui.”“On it,” the male voice whispered.“Consider it done,” the female voice added, and the two figures were gone. The first figure then turned to the second.“Prepare the weapon cache. It’s time.”(((South of Metru Nui, Toa Nuva ETA 8 minutes)))Lewa Nuva tapped a few controls on Axalara’s dash and leaned back nonchalantly. Pohatu did the same, the words AUTOPILOT ON flashing on his mask’s HUD. However, Kopaka kept his hands on the Jetrax’s controls, face as expressionless as ever.“Is it feeling a little cold up here, or is it just me?” Pohatu joked, smiling behind the face guard. But Kopaka did not laugh and Pohatu looked down in defeat. Gali sat on the edge of Jetrax’s wing, her legs swinging back and forth as she stared at Kopaka, who was pretending not to notice her. Tahu scoffed.“Jealous much?” Takanuva said with a slight chuckle, his size already having decreased almost to normal size.“Pfft. Me? Jealous?” Tahu laughed sarcastically. “As if...”“If you say so...” the Toa of Light said with a shrug.“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand city of-“ Pohata was cut off by the sight of huge fortress walls being erected around the continent. The Toa all stared in disbelief and Gali placed her hand over her heart light.“Mata Nui protect us...”But Tahu wasn’t going to wait around. He was a leader. And he had to take action.“Pohatu, go attack the remaining ships. The ones not on fire. Lewa, Kopaka, strafe the area with fire. Everyone else, get off the ships and try and figure out what the heck is going on!” he barked, flying off towards the island. He landed and the armor shifted on his body back to its dormant state. The other three did the same and they charged towards the doors.Pohatu had already veered off, the other two craft joining him as they flew in perfect unison, drawing contour lines all across the sky as they flew. Pohatu banked slightly to get a good look at the blue Toa on the ground and smiled, waving at Hahli. But she did not wave back. He guessed she hadn’t seen him and he hit the booster on his ship, flying towards the coast.The ships began turning their cannons on him, and Pohatu flew close, low and fast, peppering the ships with fire from his vehicle’s two wing-mounted Rockslide Cannons. The heavy weapons, which were made for dealing damage to whole mountains, easily tore through the Makuta’s ships, each slowly beginning its descent to the bottom of the ocean. For the heavier ships, Pohatu smirked as he would fire his heavier blaster, the cannons setting fire to the Destroyers as they, too, began to sink.Meanwhile, Kopaka had flown over, firing his three cannons at the Rahkshi, which were screeching and jumping, swinging their staffs at the sky, only to be destroyed by the balls of pure light. When things were too danger-close to the Matoran, both he and Lewa would fire their lasers, which tore through the Rahkshi armor just as well. Within only twenty minutes, all the enemies had been destroyed, and the three ships were able to land near the Coliseum.Pohatu was the first to jump off his airship, armor instantly shifting back to its dormant shape, and he grabbed a large bulky guard angrily.“What’s going on here, huh?” he snapped. “Why is Metru Nui a-“ Tahu pulled the Toa of Stone off the guard, who was looking a bit shocked at the sudden attack.“It’s the Order of Mata Nui,” the Fire Toa said, “and if it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t have come back to a home.”Pohatu did not answer. He bowed his head in apology and turned back to the Rockoh.“So what happened?” a voice shouted. They turned and saw both Hewkii and Hahli sprinting towards them. “Did it work?” they both yelled in unison.“Calm down,” Gali smiled, waving her hand at the two younger Toa. “We did it.”“So he’s awake? For real?” Hewkii asked, shaking with excitement.“For real,” Tahu answered. “Mata Nui is finally awake.”Hewkii and Hahli bumped fists, trying to contain their excitement, although failing as they both jumped up and shouted with joy.“So it’s true...” Dume said, hobbling over to the nine Toa. “That’s what that earthquake was, wasn’t it?” the Turaga smiled happily and Tahu nodded. Vakama soon joined his fellow Turaga and bowed.“It is an honor to welcome you back here,” Vakama remarked, turning to Dume. “Shall we?” Dume nodded, and the two walked towards one of the several elevators placed on the side of the Coliseum. Dume pushed a button on a control panel and the elevator rose. A large screen projected up in front of them as they reached the top, and the two Turaga of Fires’ faces appeared on viewscreen all over Metru Nui. Matoran, who had been scooping away parts of broken Rahkshi or attempting to rebuild rubbled shacks all looked up at the screens.“Fellow Matoran,” Dume began. “I ask you to lend an ear to our message. Your Toa Nuva have returned. The Great Spirit has awoken!” No one had to strain to hear the cheers from all across the massive city. “Tomorrow, you are all invited to the Coliseum. There will be a celebration, the likes of which has never been seen!”But Hahli did not feel like celebrating, even now. She could not help but remember Matoro, who had given his life that Mata Nui might live. And despite all the wounded and the dying among the defenders, she could not help but feel it had all been a little too ... easy. True, there had been some unexpected help: the airships, the Bohrok, the storm. But they had faced an army of Rahkshi. Something told her they should not have won, at least not with so much of the city still intact. She smiled. Turaga Nokama would have chided her for worrying so much. No matter how things seemed, the Great Spirit was awake for the first time in over one thousand years. Light had triumphed over darkness, hadn't it? The Toa had achieved their destiny and saved the universe, hadn't they? And that meant all was well again; nothing very bad could happen now, could it?Hahli turned to head toward Ga-Metru, humming a song Nokama had once taught her. One written long ago that spoke of hope for tomorrow. Perhaps, if not for the music, she might have heard the sound of dark laughter on the wind.[Review]
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Sorry if these have already been asked before. In the scene from LoMN, was Teridax trying to grab the Mask of Time from Vakama or was he trying to absorb Vakama into himself? If he was trying to grab the Mask, would the Hand have shattered it like the rocks he pulled in later? If he had actually absorbed the Mask (on Vakama or without), would that count as destroying it (thus destroying all of time) or would it give Makuta Voporak-like powers?And considering the fact that Teridax wanted the mask for his own use, was using that Shadow Hand power there a smart move? (The power, according to BS01, has an automatic recoil, thus causing absorption or smashing.) Did Lhikan inadvertently save all of reality here? -
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So, I've had a story idea for a while, but first, I was just wondering if someone could supply me with the text from the scene of one of the books where Krika tells Gali Mistika to flee, and says that little quote about afterlife. Thanks a bunch!
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Here's an original Makuta character I did, and yeah that's a bow on his back. http://i700.photobuc...xhero/Verin.jpgDid this in Adobe Illustrator. Oh and I meant for the title to be Unnamed Makuta, but then I recalled his name, and it ended up Unnamed Verin. Oh well.
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So I've been practicing my writing by rewriting the main Bionicle story with some differences, depending on what I feel works. Thinking about how I am going to handle some things, I've run into questions that some of you may or may not be able to help with. Rather than make a bunch of topics over time, I thought of as many as I could and compiled them all at once.1. I'm assuming the Turaga hid the Great Kanohi on Mata Nui, so why didn't Makuta just destroy the masks? The masks were unnecessary to awaken Mata Nui, and there was no need to give the Toa more power. Maybe it amused him to let the Toa search for a tiny bit more power knowing it would not help them in the long run? Pretty minor question with no real effect, I'm just curious.Exo-Toa2. What was the purpose of the Exo-Toa in the Bahrag lair? My personal theory is that they were supposed to protect the Bahrag while they were asleep, but I have no evidence.3. Why would Exo-Toa prevent the use of elemental powers?4. Why did the Exo-Toa in the Bahrag lair attack the Bohrok-Kal? Were they operating on the goals of the Toa Mata as the last people who used them?A lot of the Bohrok Kal saga didn't make sense so I'll ignore it for now.Suva5. How did Tahu's Nuva symbol survive the destruction of the Suva? Did some quick-thinking guard grab it?6. I assume the Suvas did not always exist on Mata Nui and the Turaga made them based on some prior knowledge?7. The Suvas on Mata Nui seemed to be attached to the ground, so I assume the Toa/Turaga simply carried the individual masks and Nuva symbols down to Metru Nui?8. Could multiple Toa use the same Suva?9. Why didn't Lhikan use the Suva and abundance of masks in the Great Temple?10. How did travel between Mata Nui and Metru Nui work? I never understood this. The Toa Metru were able to get to Mata Nui by boat, yet Mata Nui is directly above Metru Nui. I assume the airships were able to fly through some cave systems in Mata Nui Robot's face to come out on the surface, but I never understood how they were able to sail upward.11. How did Vakama know the teleportation disk he launched at a fleeing Nuhrii would bring him closer and not send him further away?12. What was the point of the Morbuzahk? I think I read on BSO1 it was supposed to drive all Matoran to the Coliseum where they would be encapsulated, but disguised as Dume, Teridax could just call an assembly to bring them all together, which is what he ended up doing, anyway.13. Why didn't Makuta kill the Toa Metru? As far as I can tell, if all of the Matoran were encapsulated and the Metru dead, his plan would work just fine, and I don't think he should have had any trouble dispatching six inexperienced Toa. Instead he played a game of cross the street without getting hit by a car and got himself imprisoned.14. When Avak trapped Kopaka in his mental prison, why didn't Kopaka attack Avak directly instead of focusing on the cage?15. Are the powers listed for Axonn and Brutaka the full extent of their abilities, or is it unknown exactly how much they can do? Again, just curiosity.16. I may have overlooked this while reading the books, but why did Makuta send the Piraka to Voya Nui? Was it just to get himself into a position where he could directly affect event when things weren't going exactly how he wanted them to?Some Bigger questions:16. How exactly did the Matoran's work in Metru Nui keep Mata Nui alive? They provided resources like tools, but they didn't seem to ever do anything that directly affected the Robot besides liquid protodermis purification and solid/molten protodermis reclamation. Because seriously, Po-Matoran carvers contributed absolutely nothing, as far as I can tell.18. What was the purpose of any species other than Makuta, Matoran, and Rahi? Not including some one-offs like Karzahni, Artahka, Tren Krom, and some of the Hand of Artahka/OoMN members.19. What was the purpose of Matoran outside Metru Nui? I assume maintenance, but we never saw that happening and if they were maintenance crews, wouldn't it have been better if they knew why and what they were maintaining (Big Robot).20. Why didn't anyone know they were in a big robot? Was it to prevent anyone from getting ideas like Makuta?21. Almost forgot. Does magnetism affect only magnetic substances (metals and magnetic rock)? So it would be mostly useless in a purely organic environment.And while I'm making a long list of questions, I'm going to throw in some opinions as well:Reidak's power is ridiculous and terribly defined.Is anyone else frustrated by the fact that, in hindsight, the Toa Nuva never won? Every victory they had as a team was already predicted and expected/hoped for by Makuta. And they were the central characters of the story and were the most powerful Toa and everything. It's just kind of a downer whenever looking back at the story ever since Makuta took over the MU in 2008.~Legoman
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“Vospula, what are you doing?”The query was a sharp, angry hiss that drilled into her ears immediately, and the Av-Matoran knew instinctively that though the tone was hostile, this was no enemy, nor was it someone who sought to do her harm in any way. No, this was just another Av-Matoran. Just another stupid, scared Av-Matoran who thought he knew better than everyone else did. Well, she would show him, just wait…“What does it look like I’m doing, jumping rope?” she replied scathingly, ducking underneath an improvised warning sign: the lettering was written suspiciously in what looked like blood layered over wood.“It looks like you’re trying to climb over the Lightvine!” hissed Merkan, the Av-Matoran who had discovered her; as he drew closer, Vospula could see him clearly reflected inside the soft, enveloping glow of the plant. He was a tall, gaunt looking, alabaster Av-Matoran with red stripes running up and down his body, generally assigned to guard duty by the elders due to his…specific…set of skills. Merkan’s prowess as a warrior was almost as renowned as his cruelty towards the servants of darkness; these servants could range from Makuta to their minions to even disloyal Av-Matoran. He was not someone, Vospula knew, someone that should be trifled with. She had heard the rumors, after all: most of the ones who didn’t know Merkan’s reputation ended up dead or in a medical hut, barely recognizable as anything that was once sentient. “You do know that the Makuta could be out patrolling as we speak, don’t you? This village is a sanctuary, and you taking nighttime strolls is not doing that reputation any favors!”Had she not been so close to the Lightvine, had her outline not been so clearly visible to the guard, Vospula would have scoffed and rolled her eyes. As it was, her body tensed, her fists clenched; she seemed to be readying herself for a fight that both Matoran knew could very well happen. Merkan was standing a fair distance away from the plant, however, shielding his eyes with his hands so as to see her better.“I just need some me time,” she said back, rather more calmly than she intended to sound. “My legs are beginning to fold in upon themselves after being constricted in between these vines so long. It’s impossible to properly let them stretch while confined to the village.”The smoke was almost boiling out of Merkan’s ears as he took in every word she spoke: Vospula could almost see the possible responses flitting through his irises, the bitingly sarcastic or cruel comebacks that she knew he was so used to spitting in the same manner that a Doom Viper spits venom at its foe, waiting for the moment that it can swoop in and wrap itself around its disabled enemy and begin to squeeze the life out of it…“I can’t legally let you go,” he snarled finally, which was not what Vospula expected; at most, the guard would have normally spat threats of dismemberment or imprisonment at her, as was typical of the village guards since the Makuta invaded Karda Nui, but hey. She wasn’t complaining. “But since you annoy me, and you risking yourself out there with the Makuta is an appealing prospect…have a pleasant night.”Merkan gave a bitter smirk – now that was more like him – and began to walk away from Vospula and the Lightvine, and she turned as well, rubbing her hands in glee: she could finally go outside, finally take a walk for herself, allow herself to escape the claustrophobic tendrils of village life for just one night. It had been her dream for months now, and she had to pinch herself once or twice to make sure it wasn’t some kind of sleep-induced hallucination. But no. It wasn’t. She was going outside at last.Slowly, almost timidly, Vospula put one foot over the Lightvine, and immediately, her left leg felt relieved, as though if it had been filled with lead before the vine had drained it out of her system. Reveling in her own internal ecstasy, she stepped over the plant with her other leg; immediately, though she felt truly alive and excited, the warmth of the Lightvine seemed to fade and die, though its glow was still as bright and beautiful as ever. Already, she could feel the darkness creeping through her very being, robbing her of her innate light and beauty. Eager to escape this feeling, she began to take steps away from the village and began to explore the surrounding area.It was easy to lose track of time during the bleak Karda Nui nights, and after what could have only been several hours, Vospula finally decided that it was time to find her way back towards Karda Nui…somehow. Without a Lightvine to help navigate her, or any other source of light beyond her rudimentary Lightstone, the Av-Matoran was totally and completely lost, and for the first time, a flitter of regret passed through her.Maybe this wasn’t the best of ideas…Her musings were cut short as she tripped and stumbled over something cold and hard, and only her quick reflexes managed to help her grab on to it and stop herself from busting her face on the cold, hard ground. Almost immediately, she knew something was wrong. The object, though hardened and chilled by days of exposure to the elements, still felt vaguely…familiar. Sickeningly familiar.Screaming, Vospula realized that it was the blood-stained, mutilated body of Merkan, his face contorted in a final look of righteous fury. Taking her lighstone and lifting it, she immediately realized what had happened: Merkan had been dead for days. The Merkan in the village, the Merkan everyone thought they knew, was some kind of servant of Makuta – no, perhaps even a Makuta itself – was in the village right now, watching and scheming and waiting for the time to strike…A cold, harsh laugh, like the sounds of Rahi fighting each other for dominance over their pack, began to reach Vospula’s ears, and as she spun, she thought she saw a shadow that didn’t seem to blend quite right with the black curtain the night sky cast over the Karda Nui landscape. Vospula suddenly realized she had been tricked, and as she saw the shadow move again, she turned on her heel and began to sprint. ***** Well, basically, this was a spur of the moment story idea that I got this afternoon and wanted to experiment with: the concept was about going beyond the boundaries of something and learning the consequences of pushing against those boundaries. I'll leave it to you, the reader, to decide how well I did. As always, I do this for you. Much love! -Teezy
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I have some questions about the Brotherhood of Makuta for the Memoirs of the Dead entry that I'm writing. 1) When did Teridax take over (how many years since the MU was created)?2) The Makuta were created as biomechanical beings from non-sentient liquid antidermis, and eventually reverted back to their original liquid form, correct?3) Were they created by Mata Nui, or the Great Beings?4) When Teridax presented his plan to the rest of the Brotherhood, what made them follow it? What was in it for them?5) When were they first assigned regions (how many years since the MU was created)?6) When did Spiriah leave (how many years since the MU was created)?7) When did they abandon their inner light?8) Why did they abandon their inner light?9) How did they abandon their inner light?10) Are the Makuta programmed like the Matoran? If they aren't, were they before they became antidermis?11) Do the Makuta directly control Kraata, Rahkshi, and wearers of Infected Kanohi, or are they just the Makuta's slaves?12) Did the Makuta create Rahi from Viruses and liquid protodermis, or energized protodermis?13) When the Makuta became antidermis, did the armor they wore at the time become antidermis too, or just their mechanical and organic parts?14) Are the pre-antidermis Makuta basically masses of Kraata with mechanical parts and armor?15) How big are Makuta before they start absorbing things?
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Gali was practicing her axe-throwing in the Keongtu jungle she had just calculated the angle she needed and she throwed when suddenly, a shadow toa jumped up to attack her when suddenly the axes hit her arms. 'Eeoow! Wat-da tht fro?' she screamed. The shadow toa talked in slang. Gali ran up to her because even though she was a shadow toa. She quickly calmed down the shadow toa. 'Tell me your name,Shadow toa.' Gali asked. 'No.Free me and i shall tell you.'Review Topic
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I stopped following Bionicle during 2007, but a friend had kinda got me back into them. I read that The Makuta now named Teridax, possessed the body of Maxilos, and I assume other Makuta can as well. But, can a Makuta possess the deceased body of a Toa? Thanks for reading and/or posting.
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Well, after a long period of working on this one, here it is, my entry for the latest Comedies Contest: Reign of Stupidity! This is (as the name implies) a BIONICLE spoof of the first two chapters of the story serial "Reign of Shadows." So, here goes! Reign of Stupidity A BIONICLE comedy by Me! Chapter Everything: The Only Chapter Vezon walked between worlds. Actually, this was untrue, thankfully. Walking between worlds had the nasty habit of causing most people to suffocate in the vacuum of space, and Vezon was obviously still alive. But still, something very weird was going on. One minute, he was in the sunshine, seeing Matoran and Dark Hunters working together to build a gigantic pie launcher, only to realize that Tava had eaten all of their ammunition. The next, he was in some place where a website called KanohiZoneTrionicle, or KZT, existed as a fansite for the story-based Mega Blocks line of "Trionicle," which was hugely popular. That last one would give him nightmares for weeks. How had this all happened? As far as Vezon could recall, he had found a huge pizza lying in the middle of the road on Destral, and since pizza was his favorite food, he had eaten it. But it turned out that someone had pranked him by hiding an Olmak in the pizza somehow. So now there was an Olmak stuck in Vezon's stomach that liked teleporting him to random dimensions for no particular reason. He still didn't quite know how long the effect lasted, or how to control it, or if people would come with him if he ate them. That would be interesting, he thought. After all, Makuta Teridax sure looks tasty... Somewhere else entirely, Tahu was pacing in a frustrated manor, trying his best not to burn stuff. He knew that if he did, Makuta's minions would probably find him, but the temptation was a bit too much for a comedy Tahu to handle. Finally, he just couldn't stand it any longer. "BURN STUFF!!1" he exclaimed noobishly as he set a nearby wall on fire. " " "Hey, watch where you point that thing! I'm feeling very frustrated!" shouted the manor he was pacing in. " " emoticonned Tahu. "Manors can talk?" "I can, and I'm frustrated! So keep it down!" said the frustrated manor. "Better yet, go outside!" "Fine, fine, let's go," Tahu told his group of random BIONICLE characters that were with him for some reason. He, Kopeke, Johmak, Krahka, Guardian, and Lariska were a bizarre group to be together if he ever saw one. As they emerged from the frustrated manor, he thought, They're not exactly Pohatu, Gali, Lewa, and Kopaka...but they'll have to do. "So, what exactly are we doing here?" asked Lariska. "When do we fight stuff?" "Fight what?" asked Johmak. "The sky? The ground? This comedy itself?" Tahu shrugged. "Well, there is a cache of random junk a bit south of here," he said. "Maybe there might be some weapons. Or at the very least, we can chuck the junk at the sky and hope it gives Makuta a stomach ache. What do you think, Kopeke?" " ... " ellipsed Kopeke. "I completely agree!" Guardian got up and wandered away from the group. He thought this whole thing was just pointless. Why couldn't Makuta just leave them all alone? Surely he had better things to do than watching his insides wander around his body trying to plan a revolution. Didn't he have important giant robot stuff to do? In his opinion, they should all just do nothing and wait for Makuta to get bored of watching his insides. Suddenly, a giant mouth opened in the ground and swallowed Guardian. "OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!" said the ground. Tahu and the others stood up and turned toward the spot where Guardian had been swallowed. "Oh, no, a Dark Hunter's been killed!" exclaimed Tahu. "You know, less than a story year ago, you'd be saying instead, "Good, a Dark Hunter's been killed!" Lariska pointed out. "Yeah, well, having your universe taken over by an insane Makuta tends to have that effect on people." Before anyone else could say anything more, a group of Exo-Toa randomly appeared out of nowhere and walked over to them. "Citizens of the Makutaverse," the lead machine began, "you are charged with--" "What? No, I thought it was supposed to be 'The Unimakuta,'" argued another Exo-Toa. "Master Teridax definitely said it was 'The Makutaverse,'" the first one said again. "No, 'Unimakuta!'" "'Makutaverse!' And that's final!" "O RLY?" "YA RLY!" Lariska just shook her head at the sight of the machines arguing. "This may turn out to be the stupidest revolution ever." * * * Axonn had been running for several years now. After he had appeared in a large desert, he started running to try and find Brutaka, who seemed to be screaming in pain. Or maybe just laughing. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference with that weirdo. But all this time, he had been doing nothing but running across the exact same landscape, without getting hungry or tired or anything. Just running, with Brutaka's continuous laughter or screaming always in the background. Normally, he would find the fact that this had all been going on for several years straight to be odd, but he figured it was just another hiatus of Lewa0111's. Being stuck in situations like this for years on end while Lewa0111 took his sweet time in updating his comedies was pretty typical. But then, something happened that wasn't at all typical for just another comedy hiatus. Completely out of nowhere, the sky cracked in half and deposited Axonn on a beach. He was, understandably, confused. The desert was completely gone. Wait, what? thought Axonn with a . Then he realized. Makuta was messing with his head. Again, for the 9,876,239,489,286,580,7q6,854th time that week. Figures. "Hey, Makuta!" Axonn shouted angrily to the sky. "If you can hear this, I'm coming to make you pay! That's the last time you mess with Axonn, the Liver Cell of your body!" "Actually," said some random Matoran from the Southern Continent, "Our village already called being liver cells." "Fine, then that's the last time you mess with Axonn, the Lung Cell of your body!" "Sorry, already taken," said Toa Iruini and a bunch of Le-Matoran. "FINE! Then that's the last time Makuta messes with Axonn, the SPLEEN CELL of his body!!" He waited expectantly, but no more random characters appeared. The Matoran from the Southern Continent just shrugged. "Nah, spleen's still open. You can be a spleen cell if you want, nobody else really wanted it." Axonn just sighed. "Then I am Axonn, the glorious axe-wielding Spleen Cell! Fear my...umm...spleen-ness! What does the spleen even do, anyway?" " " responded Iruini and all the Matoran. Back with Tahu, the Exo-Toa were still in the midst of a heated debate over whether the new universe was to be called "Makutaverse" or "Unimakuta." So far, they hadn't made much headway and had devolved into a stereotypical length-wasting comedy argument. "Unimakuta!" "Makutaverse!" "Unimakuta!" "Makutaverse!" ...Yeah. Exactly. At any rate, Tahu had decided to use their arguing to his advantage. The minute the argument turned into a cartoony fight between all of the Exo-Toa, Tahu would shout a third suggestion, "Unikutavermase." Then, when all of the Exo-Toa turned to fight him, he would slip out of the brawl and let them beat each other up while he and the rest of his team escaped in the ensuing chaos. Before he was able to put his plan into motion, however, the ground grew another mouth, only this time it swallowed the Exo-Toa instead! "Weird. Why did Makuta swallow his own workers?" asked Lariska."Because that wasn't Makuta!" exclaimed Tahu with a . "Look!" They peered into the newly opened mouth in the ground, and with a shout of "OM NOM NOM!" a figure leaped out of the hole. That figure was Onua. "Hey, Tahu!" Onua said. "I was just stopping by to demand why my name didn't pop up when you were thinking about the other Toa Nuva a bunch of paragraphs ago!" "Umm..." Tahu stammered. "Uh, er, umm...good timing on saving us from those arguing Exo-Toa!" he said, changing the subject. "So now what? We were thinking about finding that cache of random junk to the south before the Exo-Toa showed up and started arguing. Want to come with us? That way, there will still be six of us. Guardian got eaten." Onua shook his head. "Don't bother. The Rahkshi of Letter Control showed up and changed the cache of junk to a cafe of stunk. So unless you want to find stuff that smells horrible, there's no point." "Great, so, then what?" asked Lariska. "There are more Exo-Toa and Rahkshi where those came from." "Onu-Matoran!" said Onua. " " emoticonned the rest of the group.Onua shrugged. "Oh, don't mind me, I'm just saying random words. Muaka! Thornax! Pickle! Flashcards! Dinosaur! Rahaga! Slippers! Croutons!" "That's it!" crowed Tahu. "All we have to do is find an Onu-Matoran, and have him ride a Muaka with its mouth stuffed full of Thornaxes! Then, we lure all of the Rahkshi and Exo-Toa to the spot with pickle-flavored flashcards, their favorite food, and when they get there, a dinosaur wearing Rahaga slippers shows up and throws croutons at them! Awesome plan, Onua!" "Nah, I've got a better idea," Krahka, who had been ignored this entire time until now, said. "But I liked my plan! It was random and hilarious!" protested Tahu. "Don't worry. My plan involves lots of explosions." "Oh, okay then, let's go, what are we waiting for!?" Lewa's mission was confusing and made absolutely no sense. He was supposed to find Artakha and tell him to pour a coconut smoothie onto every Rahi on his island, which would somehow cause every Exo-Toa everywhere to spontaneously combust. Of course, it was Velika who had given him the mission, so that probably explained a lot. Even so, Lewa was now here on the island of Artakha to do that weird mission that Velika wanted him to do, but it seemed he was too late. Rahkshi were advancing on Artakha's fortress, far too many Rahkshi for Lewa to fight off on his own. He needed help. No, you don't need help, I'm fine, said Artakha in a cool italic font. "Hey, that's awesome-cool! I want an italic text-font too!" Sorry, I have italic font copyrighted. And Keetongu was taken prisoner by Makuta, so he can't get mad at me since he copyrighted copyrighting. "Aww, you super-powerful beings have all the fun-enjoyment!" Stop complaining, at least you got four different set versions of you released. I didn't even get one." "Well, that is true-correct, I like my set versions! But what should we do instead?" I know someone else who can help you. And he also has a cool font feature on his text. "How do I get there? I don't even know where he is-located!" By the power of random comedy warp portals. "What do you intend-mean?" asked Lewa, before a comedy warp portal appeared out of nowhere and sucked him in. "Hey, what just happened-occurred?" Lewa looked around. He was now facing a blank stone wall, which was fairly boring to look at. Behind him, he could feel something watching him, and he really didn't want to know what it was. Turn, said a voice in his head, with bold font this time. "Oh, come on! You get a cool-awesome font too!?" Yes, I do, because I am awesome. My name is Cthul--oops, I mean Tren Krom. And you have reached the end. "The end of what?" The end of your comedy. The end of this entire comedy. For this must be a single-post entry, and Lewa0111 is getting tired. "I'm puzzled-confused...what are you talking-speaking about?" The comedy is about to end. Like this: THE END And because I am Tren Krom, I am awesome enough to talk after the end of the comedy. Ha, ha! ~Lewa# Studios Lewa0111 Nuva
