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If one was to look upon the village of Le-Koro on any other day, they would have found a sanctuary of happiness and peace. The streets would be filled with mirthful Matoran, all talking, laughing, and sharing the joys of life. Not a single window would be shut, and the bright day would be enjoyed by all. Music would ring out as well, filling the air and lifting up the spirits of the downtrodden sky high, and Matoran dance throughout the city. This day was different though. On this day, the village in the trees was completely silent. Doors were closed and bolted shut, as fear prowled through the village. The only signs of life in most the streets were the instruments that had once brought such joy to the village, left forgotten on the ground. The leaves rustled softly above the village, bringing a whisper to stir the somber silence. A red Matoran stood, motionless, in the center of the town square - the only Matoran to be seen outside. Was it really only this morning that I brought the news here? Tavahka mused, It feels like this place hasn’t been touched in an eternity... Slowly he turned and looked towards his home village, towards Ta-Koro. He fought against the tide of memories that rushed to overtake him, but they swept in against his will. He remembered the fire, the screams of pain. He remembered getting away, and worst of all, he remembered looking back. Mata Nui, that look back. He had turned, and what he saw had stunned him. He saw Ta-Koro, his home, burn in the very liquid that had been their living. Seeing his everything burn and everyone he had ever known melt into nothing had left him in shock. Just the thought of that moment brought sudden tears to his eyes, which he began to wipe away furiously. He didn’t know what had caused the corruption of his friends, or who was responsible for the civil war that had overtaken Ta-Koro in its’ final hours. But, he feared that they were still out there, somewhere, and that the horrors would renew themselves soon. He began to move, slowly heading towards his temporary house while lost in his thoughts. His hands shook with fear at the sight he had seen. Memories of his friends still haunted him, and he couldn’t stand to think about the fact that he would never see them again. Tavahka wiped his eyes again, struggling to keep the tears in but failing drastically. Every crack made him jump, every slight sound made fresh tears spring into his eyes. He shambled to the house he had been directed to earlier that day, hoping that sleep would claim his tired body soon. He hadn’t gotten any rest since the bloodbath had started, and so he pushed along, struggling to reach his bed. Everyone else had gone away, mourning in their own ways. But they had left him, here in the middle of the town all alone. He closed his eyes, and he pictured the faces of those brutish caricatures of his friends, thirsty for blood. The sun was setting as he finally collapsed into his room. This was towards the outskirts of town, because it was as far away from the wreckage of Ta-koro Tavahka could get. The door thudded shut, and Tavahka closed his eyes and wondered. Wondered what could have happened if he had stayed. Wondered what he could have done to save somebody’s life, anyone’s life. Wondered if he could have the courage to keep living. He opened his eyes, still seeing phantoms of the deranged. This one was different though. This one didn’t go away as he focused more and more on it. “Did you miss us?” a voice hissed, startling Tavahka to the ground. This was no vision or memory, one of the killers had found him already! Tavahka opened his mouth to scream, scrambling backwards, but was silenced before he could. His body slammed into the ground, as the killer stood up and grinned while wiping his knife clean. “Let’s get ready to exterminate the rest of these insects.” he spat out, to seemingly nobody. The darkness itself seemed to grow darker, and the blood-red armored killer began to feel an uncomfortable sensation. He was nervous. “Your services will no longer be required.” a cacophony of voices spoke. “You’ve completed your task.” Suddenly the killer found his lungs filling with some foreign substances. He clawed at his throat, struggling for breath. In mere moments his body hit the floor, right next to his victim. Four beings stepped out of the dark. Each wore armor like the Matoran, but they were not simply villagers like the rest. No, these were monsters, traitors in every regard, and they were going to destroy any hope the village had left. They would not stop until their mission was accomplished. --- The next day, a red Hau was found in the center of the village, cut through with a savage M. The worst fears of those living in the small village were coming true. Their brothers had already fallen prey to this cult, who was to say if they could survive it? Bionicle Mafia II: Electric Boogaloo HD Edition --- Remember this, anybody? No? Okay... Basically I said I was going to write a Mafia epic long before Voltex started his epic. But then he beat me to it, and while I was writing this one, I realized that it really should probably be over here in comedies instead. After two years I finally have it in a state I am sorta okay with. This opening wasn't very funny, but things get a little more... off kilter in a bit. So yeah, let's do this. All of the scenes have stayed intact, as far as deaths go, as well as the fact I use much of what was actually said in topic and in PM as dialogue. So it gets pretty silly, if you remember how this game went haha So yeah. Thoughts?
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