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  1. Been a while since I tried making a Toa. I thought a tropical fish motif would be an interesting direction for a Toa of Water.
  2. Flickr The liquid men of the deep are not to be trifled with — their weapons can douse a target at 100 paces, which causes the air-breathers of the land a great inconvenience. They also reek terribly of fish. Entry for the Bio-Cup 2018 prelims theme of elements — for which this MOC represents water, naturally.
  3. The Tawa is a very odd Rahi, both in appearance and behavior. While it feels most at home in the waters around Ta and Po-Wahi, it is found in vary numbers all around Mata Nui's coastline. During the colder seasons, they move far off from the shore into deep waters, but during warm weather, they come up to the shallows. They hunt by digging their bodies into the sand so that only their rocky forehead is above ground. In their throats is a rotating set of teeth which are extremely sharp and coated in venom that causes a sensation of burning. This allows them to scare off much larger predators, like Tarakava, and a Tawa bite is particularly damaging and painful. Their bony foreheads used for camouflage, combined with their iconic saw-like teeth give them their name. Their aggression, size and camouflage make them very hard to catch, and any fisher wanting to do so will need a well trained Moke crab helping if they want any chance at success. Since the Tawa is a delicacy in Ga-Koro, many Matoran attempt this feat, and when one of the rarely succeeds, a day-long feast is held celebrating the brave fisherwoman and her loyal Moke. The celebrations include the successful fisher carving a new rod from the bones of the felled Tawa, because the one she used to catch it is always beyond repair. Further images to be found in the Flickr album. All comments appreciated!
  4. near the end of Bionicle G1, I tried a bit of MOCing. I thought I was so cool. My selfMOC was made before I knew what a selfMOC was. and you know, it was an Inika build. I thought I was making the coolest creations. My first titan was using Tuma's body, no changes. I stopped trying after a couple months. Then at the end of G2, I started again. I used the 2016 Torso pieces with slight changes. Then I started adding posable hands to my MOCs. Then I started doing custom torsos. Then lots of details. In a period of about a year of MOCing, I have made a lot of progress. My Titan Makuta is way better than Terrracus, my first titan. And now my SelfMOC has way more detail, custom torso, articulated hands, skirting, the whole nine yards. I even added weapon storage on his back. I then made the handle of his hammer way more interesting than a normal long axle. I am hoping to get a goood camera in a couple months so I can share my MOCs on the sites and places I really like. after a year and a half of MOCing, I am making creations I can really be happy with. When I found websites about Bionicle, I was discouraged. That is not true anymore. Thanks for reading my rambling on my creations. ~Spiffy.
  5. In my research for the third section of Volitak_Boxor's alternate model database project, I've heard in BIONICLE Heroes (on the BIONICLE Wikia) that among the three other Rahi of the game (Fikou, Visorak and the dragonfly-like thing), there is a fourth Rahi that is a destroyable enemy that leaves currency and is a fish-like creature. Can anyone give me some more information or a picture of this thing?
  6. Makaru

    I Build a Thing

    Look at this thing Isn't it neat This is where I let you know my allegories to Disney's The Little Mermaid aren't fully complete. [Flickr album]
  7. I've made this topic to commemorate the birth of our very own Lakefish loving Fourteenth Doctor, currently in the guise of The Fourteenth Lakefish. Happy brirthday!
  8. CeeCee

    Fish!

    This is my first ever SS. Please be gentle. As I am entering this into the FFFC I had trouble keeping the word limit under 1000. Its actually just a little over. Still waiting on confirmation on that. I feel the start is a lot stronger than the second half but only because I was strapped with the word count. Fish! It’s a magical world the ocean. Being a Po-Matoran, Keprin didn’t have much interaction with it, so being this far out was something he treasured dearly. The rippling waves sparkled a vibrant orange, twinkling the reflection on the sun into his eyes, contrasting against the rest of the blue water that seemed too span from one end of the horizon to the other. It was early morning. Very early morning. So early in fact, that behind him the sky still wore a dimmed lilac prowess. He sharpened his knife with a stone he had picked from the Po-Wahi beach just before the two of them had set sail. “I hope you’re not thinking about killing that poor creature” Pezi, the Ga-Matoran said, standing over him and her hands placed firmly on her hips. There was a tutoring look in her innocent eyes, as if he were some barbaric creature who needed to be taught the civilised and tranquil ways of Ga-Koro. “You can never be too careful, my dearest.” he smiled, looking up from his blade. “Besides, poor creature isn’t exactly the words I would use for something that’s eating the fish we eat and sinking the ships we use to catch them.” The mission was to move the giant fish as far out to sea as possible so it wouldn’t disturb the island any longer. Pezi would do most of the work. Kerpin was just there for back up, really. She let out a sigh that contained mostly annoyance but with a slight hint of genuine laughter mixed in. “You arrogance will only get you so far rock head” she tapped the top of his Kanohi three times to get signify its apparent hollowness. “When will you learn that it is just the way of nature? Big fish eat smaller fish and protect themselves from anything that might be a danger to them. I feel it’s something you Po-Boys will never get the gist of.” Keprin shook his head and just laughed. From a distance it may have seemed like this unlikely couple were anything but friends. They rarely saw eye to eye on matters and would often send sly digs towards each other’s cultures or more personal acts. The truth was though that Pezi had chosen him for this mission and it want just because of his experience in military matters. Besides Keprin had hardly made any attempt to deny her offer. The ocean wasn’t the only magical thing out here today. The Ga-Matoran lent out a gentle hand towards Keprin, who sheathed his knife before taking it and lifting himself up. As he rose his eyes met hers, and their heads were unnaturally close together. Keprin looked away instantly and rubbed the back of his neck. It was the first time he had ever felt uncomfortable in Pezi’s presence although she seemed un-phased. Maybe she hadn’t really noticed it or maybe she just wasn’t bothered about the two of them being more intimate with one another. “Turn around” she said, pulling out an oxygen tank she seemed to be struggling with the weight of. “Do you want me to…” “No” She cut him off, he voice strained with effort. “I can manage.” Her strength didn’t seem to come through a physical sense like his, but more a mental perseverance. Something of which could be very, very dangerous at times. To those faced against it but also to herself. Keprin knew he well enough to know she had trouble giving up. She clipped the tank around his shoulders and waist and turned around so he could do the same for her. To Keprin’s, perhaps unjustified surprise, she seemed to have no trouble with the tank now it was balanced on her back. They both placed on a mask that covered their entire mouths. “This is what we use to talk to each other once we are underwater,” she said. The voice played directly through Keprin’s ears. He exaggeratedly staggered back clutching them. “Darn it girl, as if hearing your chatter wasn’t normally bad enough.” He jested and gave her a friendly wink. She gave him what was probably a smile, although hard to tell with the mask on, and fluttered her eyelids. They both dove into the water, the heavy tank dragging them down further towards the ocean floor. It was beautiful. The bright coloured plants coated the ocean floor and fish of all shapes, sizes and patterns swam past him just inches away from his face. Just before he could reach out to touch them he felt a sharp, numbing pain in his right arm. He turned around to see the fish they were supposedly hunting with its teeth sunk into his limb. Keprin let out a yelp that must have got Pezi’s attention as she turned around instantly. Without hesitation the Po-Matoran grabbed his knife and brought it down hard into the fish’s nose. It must have been at least four times the size of him. The fish opened its mouth to bare its hundreds of razor sharp teeth, like staring into the jaws of Karzahni itself. “Keprin!” Pezi squealed, unclipping her tranquilizer harpoon from her back. She swam towards it at speed that seemed to even shock the enormous monster. She buried the harpoon deep into the fish’s brain. Its huge eyes role back, then plummeted to the ocean floor. That was the moment when Keprin blacked out. He awoke on the small boat they had travelled on. He was slumped down against the front and when he looked down at his arm he noticed his hand was placed in Pezi’s. She appeared to be asleep but Kerpin new better than that. “What happened to following the ways of nature?” He teased, a huge grin slapped to his face. Pezi’s eyes shot open, ecstatic at first then turned to a look of anger. She punched him in his bad arm. Hard. He yelped out in pain. “You deserved that,” she said sternly, furrowing her brow. Then she started laughing. A laugh that Keprin knew was uncontrollable. He joined in too and put his arm around her. “I take it we’re having giant fish for dinner, then?”
  9. Did you know Takea sharks prey closer to Matoran settlements than one might think? They actually hunt within 1 kio of a settlement, since their preferred diet generally accumulates within that area. Just some trivia, but it's something to look out for if you ever go fishing. Like I was on that fateful day, the day I made my biggest catch ever. I'm a Po-Matoran. Guys like me, we prefer carving, shaping, Kolhii, anything that takes advantage of our strength. We don't lava surf, we don't swing on vines or dig out tunnels to other Koros. We don't predict the future, we don't find ourselves in snowstorms, and we absolutely do not go fishing. Or anywhere near the sea, for that matter. The closest I've gone is buying a Makuta Fish near the shore. I spent the rest of the day overcoming sickness from just being close to water. And so, one day, I find myself closer to the sea than I would ever have agreed to, at least under normal circumstances. I'm leaning back on my chair, situated in the middle of a fishing boat, floating in the middle of the sea, and looking as calm as possible. The key word here being “looking”. Because let's face it, EVERY Po-Matoran is scared of water. It's the darkness to our light, the Makuta to our Toa. You get the point. Anyways, I've somehow managed a straight face, which I wouldn't have been able to alone. Here, I have an Onu-Matoran and a Ga-Matoran for company. Which lessens the paralyzing fear in my mind. It's mostly the Ga-Matoran. I've had my eye on her for a while. She's not a bad pick, and word's being going around about her recently. Oh, how I want her heartlight to flash when I hold her, how I want her mask to touch mine's. First come, first serve, and I just so happened to share first with this joker. He's blind, has bad taste, and obviously doesn't want to be here any more than I do. That's one thing we have in common. The second thing is an interest in her. The third thing is enmity toward each other. There is one difference though: I had a plan. The Ga-Matoran is a major fishing enthusiast, so when I and this mini-Makuta asked her if we could go fishing, of course she took us out to sea. “All the fish are gathered in this spot. We're about three quarters of a kio away from the village, so we can get back pretty quick.” She hands us three rods, each made out of some strong bamboo. We get out our lures, chose a spot, and fish. Did you know Takea shark love the smell of a Makuta fish? I feel a tug on my rod. Something fell for the lure and is currently either a Takea shark or engaging in an unwitting act of cannibalism on a poor Makuta Fish piece. I look over. There they are, the unmistakable twin rubies, the twin wells of blood. They're situated on a snout, under which is a mouth filled with teeth which would make even Makuta cry for help. Those teeth are clamped on the little bite I used as my lure. My heart starts pounding. I'm not really doing this, right? I'm not going to actually go ahead with the plan. It's insane, it's worse than what that fool Akhmou was doing with the Comet balls. Where's your sense of Unity? I mull it over. I almost lose the shark. I strengthen my resolve. I'm trying to increase my sense of Unity. That Ga-Matoran is what matters now. It's my duty to get her. It's my destiny to be with her. “Hey, guys! I think I got something!” The Onu-Matoran rushes over to my side, tipping the boat over. “What, what is it? Lemme see!” He's oblivious to the absolute paralysis of the Ga-Matoran. Did you know the only thing Takea shark love more than a Makuta fish is fresh Matoran? “Alright, time to reel it in!” I yank the rod up, draw on all of my Po-Matoran strength, and watch as the shark flies, arcs through the air. It's so beautiful, so graceful, that I forget my inner nagging doubts. What's even more beautiful is the Ga-Matoran I will soon be calling my own. The shark lands perfectly onto the boat, its mouth wide open, then shut in the next instant. The Onu-Matoran is screaming and yelling for help as he gets devoured by the beast. The Ga-Matoran is in shock, rigid as a statue. Time to put my plan into motion. I start screaming, going crazy, acting out fear. I lunge at the beast, whipping out my handy carver's knife. It's the first time I've ever used it to kill, but you won't believe how useful it is. By the time I'm done, the Takea is about ready to be cooked and served, and I somehow obtained the Onu-Matoran's mask. The Ga-Matoran's passed out, and the Onu-Matoran...well, the Takea had a good meal before it went out. I start adjusting my mask, bring out the Onu-Matoran's mask as proof that I tried to save him, and start crying. Part of it's fake, and part of it's real. I shake the Ga-Matoran awake, who gets up and looks around to analyze what happened. When she sees the Takea, she remembers...and she starts crying. I hold her in my arms, tell her it will be alright. That I tried to save him. She replies by saying she's sorry, she should've told us Takea were around in these areas. She tells me I saved her. The tears mingle with the splashes of water on her mask. And all this while, I'm just thinking about how wonderfully it went. I went fishing, and I'm returning home with a catch. The best catch I've ever made. Oh, it's a magical world, ain't it? ------------- Word Count - 996
  10. I awoke to the rising sun shining into my hut. I sat up, excited for the day ahead. Hopping out of bed I quickly checked in the mirror to be sure my mask was straight and looked over my metallic parts and joints for scrapes or scuffs before zipping toward the door. I grabbed my pack, which was waiting for me there, and my bamboo pole and throwing disk, just as the usual precautionary defenses. I strolled eagerly toward the village gate of Ta-Koro. It was very early and hardly anyone was up, but the guard questioned me and my business before letting me out. I crossed the bridge and soon reached the outer edge of the volcano, where I continued on at a brisk trot, heading inland. I made way through the sunlit forest and admired the beautiful trees and scenery. Soon I reached my destination: A small river, one that ran through the middle of the forest on its way to the sea. I set my pack on the ground and heaved a contented sigh. I found a nice spot to sit beside the river, and set down my bamboo pole and throwing disk there. Then I retrieved my fishing pole and line from the pack, grabbing some bait as well. The critters won't know what hit them. I tossed a determined and confident expression at the river. I wound up my line, attached the bait, and swung the line into the river. Then I sat back to wait. And wait. And wait. Ah, the joy of the hunt. Matoran versus wild, I thought as I began to nod off. My pole was wedged firmly between a stone and my leg, my fingers still coiled around it. After a fine little nap, I awoke feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Soon I also felt unsuccessful. No tugs on the pole had awaken me, but I drew in the line to be sure. Nothing. The bait was still there. By now it was all soggy, though, so I replaced it before tossing in the line again. Now I sat, wide awake, pole grasped with both hands, and waited eagerly for my first bite. I waited patiently. And waited. And waited. Nothing. I leaned forward and looked into the water, but try as I might I couldn't even catch the glimmer of scales nor a splash of any kind. I sat back. They just aren't out and about today, I suppose. I reeled in the line and cast it again. The minutes passed. There, a ripple! I leaned forward eagerly, only to see a small nut floating in the river. Evidently it had fallen from a tree. I sat back in disappointment. Waiting, and more waiting. Well, that's what these sorts of days are for, right? The minutes stretched into hours, and soon it was mid-afternoon. I sighed. Well, that's a fine day, then. Time to go home, I guess. But just as I was about to reel in the line, I thought I felt a tug. It was so faint, and lasted so short a time, that I thought I must have imagined it. But there it came again, and then again with more force. I slowly reeled in my line, and the force of the tug grew. A grin crossed my mask. This one's putting up a fight! The intensity of the pull grew still more, and soon it was a full-on battle between me and my quarry. I patiently worked the line, struggling to bring it in but taking care not to break it. The minutes stretched on, and I felt that the day hadn't been such a waste, after all. Oh, the exhileration and excitement of the hunt! Slowly, inch by painstaking inch, I dragged the line closer to shore. Finally the creature began to weaken, and I reeled him in with more speed. Finally, to my incredible gratification and delight, I just about had him. With a final great big yank on the line, something large erupted from the water and flew into the air! A fish! A beautiful, scaly fish that was bigger than my head! I reveled in the beauty of it as it sailed through the air, glistening water droplets flying alongside it. What a beautiful sight, and what a beautiful dinner it would make. What happened next still baffles me. Even looking back on it now it causes me to shake my head in wonder. A bird came along, a big raptor with wide wings and sharp claws. It swooped down out of nowhere and grabbed the fish, my fish, right out of the air. My shock then was no small thing. I stood there dumb for several moments before I regained my composure enough to shake my fist and yell at the bird, who passed on without even acknowledging my presence. Nor did I give up. That fish was mine by right, and I would have it back! I instantly grabbed my throwing disk and ran after the bird. I had a hard time following him through the forest, and several times I feared I'd lost him, but finally I tracked him to a sizeable spire of rock at the edge of the forest. I watched, frustrated, as he set the fish down on the very top of the spire. I may be too late. . . But all of a sudden he took to the air again, flying out over the forest again. What caused him to leave I would never know, but I didn't stop to wonder. I began to climb the spire, which wasn't too terribly steep. A few perilous slips and much physical exertion later, I reached the top. Panting, I heaved myself up the last foot and beheld my beautiful fish, looking just as wonderful as ever, flopping limply on the rock. Then two things happened that made me stop dead: First I heard growling, then right in front of me I saw the angry face of an Ash Bear. My heart-light skipped a flash, and we stared across at each other. The bear's claws clung perilously to the stone. But this was still my fish, and neither bird of prey nor Ash Bear would have it from me! He growled again and heaved himself still higher up. In that instant I made my move, and with the flash of an arm the fish was in my grasp. In the next instant I turned and the bear leaped towards me. I was too slow, but the bear was clumsy and he crashed headlong into me. Before either of us knew what was happening we were tumbling down the side of the spire, and as we tumbled the fish flew from my grasp. The bear eagerly snapped at it with his jaws, but from his back I was able to grab it before he could get his teeth into it. Then with a kick to the stomach he loosened my grip again. This continued all along our bumpy ride down the spire, each of us struggling vainly not only to slow our fall, but first and foremost, to get that fish! Finally we landed in a heap at the bottom, he on top of me. There, on the ground in front of us, sat the fish. In an instant we were racing for it. Before either of us could grab it, though, another Ash Bear suddenly appeared from the foliage and grasped it in his jaws. With a growl that sounded to me like a laugh, he ran back into the forest, but the first Ash Bear and I were hard on his heels. Soon we reached a small clearing, where the fish-stealing bear was tackled to the ground by the larger bear. The fish flew from his mouth and into the air, where I leaped and grabbed it before landing and dashing off into the forest. Only, now I had two ash bears after me. Oh, Taku, how do you get yourself into these things. . . ? I sought the only way of escape that I could see, and leaped for a low-hanging branch. But I was too late, the bears were upon me. The leader crashed into both me and the tree just as I grasped the branch, which snapped off under the bear's weight. Upon hitting the ground I realized with a start that the ground here began to decline, and I tumbled head over heels down the hillside. The bears tumbled after me. Again the fish slipped from my grasp and a bear snapped at it, only to be shoved aside by the other bear, who swiped at it with a paw. He hit it but couldn't grasp it, instead sending it high into the air. I then lost sight of it and began to wonder if I cared anymore. The world refused to stop spinning, no matter how many times I asked. . . The bullying trees and rocks were no help, either, who seemed to take delight in beating on me. Finally, though, the three of us came to a stop at the edge of another clearing. In that moment my only thought was escape, but just then we all caught sight of the fish again as it came sailing down out of the air and landed in the middle of the clearing. It flopped helplessly. Suddenly many tooth-lined maws and sniffing noses stuck out of the surrounding foliage. In an instant, no less than twelve more ash bears were madly converging on the fish. My own two friends included. In their crazed charge they shoved me along, and I found myself unable to escape. The circle of bears closed in, and the first ash bear I had met that day dragged me screaming into the mix. Finally I fell to the side just as a larger bear crashed into mine, then I was forced to roll aside as two giant paws slammed into the ground. Another bear kicked me with its hind leg, and I found myself in the middle of a knot of bears, like the eye of a hurricane. To my incredible wonderment, the fish suddenly plopped out of the sky and into my lap. I laughed a giddy laugh of amazement. But then dozens of furious eyes converged on me, and with a terrible cry of fear I flung the fish from my person. Rolling away desperately, I sought to escape the claws, limbs, and bodies that entangled me. How long this continued I am not now certain, but finally I found myself flying through the air, after which I landed on the back of one of the beasts. As he turned to snarl at me, I recognized the first bear I had met that day, and I thought I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes as well. And then wouldn't you know it? I again saw that dratted fish flying through the air, and instinctively, though I can't imagine why I did it, my arms flashed out and grasped it. The bear and I now stood on the edge of the clearing, while the bears behind us were still fighting tooth and claw. After his initial glance at me he turned his attention to the woods and we were soon flying along between the trees. It took the other bears a few moments, but soon they were after us, their large bodies crashing a terrible swath through the undergrowth. On we ran, until suddenly we crashed headlong into something big, metal, and hard. The something growled in response. My steed inched back in fear as a great Muaka cat heaved his giant body and turned to see who had disturbed his afternoon nap. As he turned his head was opposite us, and he caught sight of our pursuers before us. With a roar of rage he charged them and sent them scurrying away in fear. My own bear lost no time in putting as much distance as possible between him and the other Rahi. On and on he ran, before finally coming to a stop beside the very river from which the fish had come. He panted and stood very still. For some reason I felt less afraid in that moment. I slipped quietly from his side and flopped into a sitting position, leaning against him and dropping the fish to the ground. Once my breath had returned, I laughed. I laughed loudly and heartily, amazed by what had happened. And to think we finally came out of it with the fish! It's a magical world, I realized. Somehow I was beginning to feel a little kinship toward this bear. In response to my laughing, he turned and I could have sworn that he began to laugh, too. We laughed for several moments in wonderment at our marvelous escapade before returning our attention to the helplessly flopping fish. Our eyes rested upon it just in time to see it flop back into the river. No! We both ran forward, but it was too late. The fish was gone. I couldn't believe it! After all that, the fish had finally escaped our grasp, right back into its own home. When suddenly with a flash of wings, a great bird of prey, the same one as before, I could have sworn, swooped out the sky and dove into the river. I watched in amazement as the strong claws dragged the great big fish right back out of the water. With a swoop of his great paw the bear felled the bird, who escaped with his life but lost the fish. The fish sat between us. I stared it. The bear stared at it. Then I took out a knife and set the tip against the fish. After a glance at the bear, I proceeded to cut the fish in half. Well, not quite half, the bear was more than twice my size, after all. He took his chunk and gulped it down in several large bites. I held my half and watched him as he ate. Once finished, he stared calmly at me for a few moments. Then with a farewell chuff, he turned and went off into the forest. After several more long moments I realized with a start that the woods could still be swarming with angry ash bears. I quickly retrieved my pack and gear, save the throwing disk which still lay at the foot of the spire, stored my share of the fish in the pack and made my way for Ta-Koro. Yes, it was quite a day.
  11. The fish slowly swam in a circle, surveying the area in detail. Something had disturbed the water nearby. No predators were visible, but it could not shake the feeling that it was being watched. Hahli felt a little guilty. While taking a swim, she had noticed a Rahi she was unfamiliar with and decided to observe it. Using her Kanohi Faxon, she had copied the camouflage ability of one of the creatures from Ga-Wahi and swam along behind her mark. Apparently it had detected her and, possibly suspecting she meant it harm, was now on high alert. The Rahi was remarkable. Though mostly organic, plates of red armor were attached to its sides, and what appeared to be thin blades jutted off its rear fin. It was rather large—about the size of the Toa’s head—but moved swiftly through the currents with powerful strokes of its fins. The other Rahi had done their best to avoid it. Though unsure, Hahli suspected they feared this one much as it did her. Perhaps I should find out why. She deactivated her Kanohi. Immediately she became visible, startling the fish and making it halt its movements. It remained still for a matter of seconds before charging Hahli. Being a Toa, Hahli saw no reason to fear the attack. That was when its organic components suddenly transmuted into armor. Hahli had no time to react—the now fully-armored fish rammed directly into her midsection, catching her off-guard and knocking the wind out of her. She attempted to recover, but the Rahi swiveled around and drew its bladed fin against her armor, leaving a shallow gash that was more surprising than painful. Despite its aggression, Hahli did not want to hurt the creature. Rather than using her claws or fins to bat it aside, she reached out to the water around her and summoned a powerful current aimed directly at her attacker. The Rahi refused to give up and fought against it. Hahli increased the power, sending the fish tumbling away, and then flexed her fins and shot up towards the surface. “Why are all the Rahi out here so mean?” she muttered as she stepped onto the shore. As she walked, she thought back to the attack, activating her Kanohi as she did so. Her skin turned to armor—she could feel herself getting slightly heavier, but she was still able to move about freely. If there were any drawbacks to the ability, she could not see them. Well, if nothing else…this should come in handy.
  12. The Ruki swam through the tranquil oceans of Mata Nui. He watched Tarakava serpents slither through the water as they were stalking a strange blue figure, Takea sharks on the hunt, and many other things. It’s a magical world he thought as he swam on, still observing. Ooh! What’s that? He thought as he swam towards an oddly shaped sea urchin. What does it taste like? He wondered as he bit it. Yuck! Definitely NOT a sea urchin. He said as he spat the object out. When he turned around, he saw a very odd creature in the water. The newcomer wore a blue mask, like most of the natives, but a red and yellow body. What are you? The Ruki wondered as he followed the odd, multicolored thing to the object that was most definitely NOT a sea urchin. Take it. I don’t want it at all. The Ruki thought. The creature then swam up through an opening and disappeared. The Ruki followed and stuck its head out of the water and watched the creature place the object that it had picked up into a larger thing. Just then a hut that the Ruki had seen earlier, filled with little blue things, popped up and out of the water. Then the trouble started. A giant Tarakava, most were, burst out of the water and attacked. Time to go! The Ruki thought as he plunged back into the ocean. Several hours later, the Ruki was still hungry. What’s that smell? The Ruki thought as he approached a shiny object with something delectable on it. This looks good… The Ruki thought and he bit into the chunk of meat. Yum… So tasty… The Ruki thought. Wait, what’s happening? The Ruki thought as he struggled to stay underwater, his strength finally gave and stopped struggling. “I got one!” Something said. “Nice job Marka, I didn’t know that you had it in you!” Another voice said. What’s going on? Where am I? The Ruki thought, scared, as he flopped onto a lily pad. “You’re going to be my new pet.” The voice called “Marka” said. What’s a pet? The Ruki wondered as he was carried off.
  13. Gotta calm everyone down after all that drama in my last blog entry, gosh. Here's a nice story, super short and junk. I even illustrated it myself. IT'S ABOUT FISH
  14. The Ga-Matoran village was unusually loud ever since the talking fish plague. The Po-Matoran settlement across the bay wasn't happy either because sounds carries well over water. At night the fish could be heard chattering nonstop, occasionally interrupted by a cry of "SHUT UP" from the carvers. One insolent fish would always reply with a smug "NO." Turaga Onewa had become fed up after his third night awake and called a counsel of Turaga at Kini-Nui.Turaga Nuju complained the loudest in his clicks and chirps, even if his problems weren't associated with the issue at hand. Since Matoro had died in a freak Muaka accident there was nobody to translate for him, and Matau had taken up a game of matching Nuju's words to a beat while Whenua chanted along. Nuju hated it and his reserved attitude quickly devolved into stabbing at Matau's feet with his staff. Nothing ever got done at these meetings anymore. "Remember when we were Toa and we actually saved islands?" Vakama asked idly. "Metru-Nui was overrun and destroyed, Vakama," Nokama growled. "Good times, yeah." --- Onewa sat at his stone desk with his head in his hands. A fish sat in front of him, blathering away about the weather and the latest koli game and how handsome Huki was. It gasped. "I have become self-aware! I am not a halibut!" Onewa flicked at it and it flopped happily, opening and closing its mouth and rolling it eyes around to look up at the Turaga before continuing its endless tirade of the most inane topics on the face of Mata-Nui. The elder decided that a walk along quieter shores would be wise. He wasn't about to get any sleep here.The telescope overlooking the beach of Ta-Wahi stood silent and reverent, a monument to the first heroes of Mata-Nui and a prophecy of those to come. Onewa started the climb hesitantly, stopping many times to sit down, catch his breath, and admire the moonlight glinting off the waves far below. He was in no hurry. The climb wasn't to be made by weary, sleep-deprived elders and haste would solve their problems no sooner. Mostly because it meant that he would pass out and fall down and die. That wasn't a great thought.The moon peaked in the sky and began its descent as Onewa reached the top and plodded to the telescope. He swung it around on its arc and aligned the red star in the center. Suddenly everything made sense as the stars came into focus. Onewa spat out an inappropriate metaphor and effectively strangled the telescope with both hands. --- The Makuta was content with himself. He had discovered lately that being malicious was only half as fun as being insufferable. This fish thing was a good start to his insufferable campaign, he felt. Everyone hated talking fish.
  15. Flickr NOSH NOSH NOSHAn early Halloween MOC, which came about when I meant to retool an older orange and black creation, but ended up distractedly making a fish. Ah well. Probably influenced by Makaru's oddly cute Fanglyfuss.~B~
  16. so yeah, turns from a fish headed robot with claws into a lobster bot. kind of reminds me of the sharkicons from transformers g11234567Edit: Images linked due to large dimensions. Images in BBC should be no larger than 640x640 pixels.-Wind-
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