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  1. Feel free to drop any comments about my story Memories here.
  2. Kanakalackin

    Memories

    -------Chapter One------- Sicarius walked up a hill and gazed upon what had once been his home. Once a small village of Matoran who all trusted each other, led by a noble Turaga, and guarded by a single Toa. Now a field of rubble and ash. He walked down the quiet streets, matching their silence. He walked past his old home, the combat school, and the graveyard. The village didn't initially have a graveyard, it was built ten years ago by Sicarius to comemorate the Matoran and Turaga that died protecting themselves. What were they protecting themselves from? They were protecting themselves from one of their own. A single Matoran, fueled by hate, jealousy, and retribution. And it was all Sicarius' fault... --Eleven Years Ago, In a Small Village on the Southern Continent-- The Matoran known as Sicarius was on his way to work when one of his friends knocked him down. "Sorry Sic, running a bit late today." He said as he stopped to help his friend get back up. "Late for what?" Sicarius asked. "Combat simulation with Roan." Sicarius' friend replied. "Mind if I come watch?" Sicarius asked "No, not at all. Let's go!" Sicarius' friend said with enthusiasm. Sicarius and his friend made their way to the combat school while exchanging strategies, imagining insanely cool battles that could take place, and trying to contain their exitement. "Well, it's about time." A Toa of Stone said as the two Matoran walked inside. The school wasn't what you'd expect, rather than a classroom, it was a huge courtyard. Stone pillars and large rocks were scattered throughout it to provide ample cover in combat simulations. The Matoran of the village who were interested in becoming fighters all came here to train under the instruction of their protector, Toa Roan. There were about 40 of them altogether in the village, and 15 of them served as guards alongside Roan. Together, they defended the village against the dangers that sought to destroy them; Rahi, nature, and the Makuta themselves. "So. Are we ready to get started?" Roan asked as she walked across the courtyard. "Good luck Yrun." Sicarius said to his friend as he walked over to the observation room. Inside the observation room, Sicarius was joined by the Turaga of their village, who instructed Roan at this school and chose her to be his successor twenty years ago. "Today's match will be between Roan, Toa of Stone, and Yrun, Matoran of Earth." The Turaga proclaimed. "Let the match begin!" Immediately Yrun took cover, Roan had the upper hand currently, as the Toa starts off with a weapon and the challenger does not. It was only a matter of time before she found where he was hiding and immobilize him. He had to keep moving and find a weapon. Roan knew Yrun's fighting style; she instructed him in multiple combat simulations similar to this against some of the guards. It was only a matter of time before he found a weapon and began attacking. So she sat down and focused on the vibrations in the ground. She could feel everything from the tiniest ant moving across a field to the largest Rahi inside a cave if she focused. "What's she doing?" Sicarius asked the Turaga. "She's watching and waiting." The Turaga replied. "How is she watching something when her eyes are closed?" Sicarius asked. "Keep your eyes open and you might figure it out." The Turaga answered with a grin. Yrun had found a throwing disc and a javelin from crawling around. He knew Roan had her tomahawks with her and that she wasn't likely to trade them out for anything. So all he needed to do now was find her and complete his strategy. Roan had felt Yrun moving around from his starting position to the far left field and prepared to defend herself. She stood up drew her tomahawks, watching where he was hiding. Yrun heard Roan get up and draw her weapons, so he knew that she was prepared for his attack. He was skilled with a sword, proficient with a javelin. But he was terrible at throwing discs from far away. To compensate for that, he aimed for the nearest pillar in a way that he hoped it would ricochet its way towards Roan and distract her temporarily. He narrowed his eyes, held his breath, and hurled the disc across the field. Roan saw the disc fly from behind a pillar and make its way across the field. She watched its pattern of flight and readied her tomahawks. When it was coming straight for her, she blocked it and sent it flying back towards Yrun. Yrun watched Roan deflect the disc and readied himself to strike as something caught his eye; a small shimmer in between two rocks across from him. Had he missed something while he searched his side of the field for equipment? He squinted to try and make out what it was, and found that it was a sword. Yrun grinned as he foolishly stepped out of his cover and right into the path of the returning disc. Roan watched as Yrun stepped out from his hiding place and walk towards a weapon. But before he even made it halfway there, the disc struck him on the side of his head and sent him sprawling on the ground. Roan then started walking towards the dazed Yrun. Yrun head was throbbing. What hit him? He looked around to try to see, but all he found was the disc. There was no way that Roan could've deflected it in such a way that that could've happened. He looked back at where Roan was standing and saw that she was gone! He frantically got up and looked around, seeing nothing. He decided to continue making his way to the sword. Roan watched Yrun from behind a pillar. He had started walking towards the weapon again. She jumped out and threw both of her tomahawks at Yrun. Yrun had reached the sword and picked it up, never noticing the tomahawks flying towards him until he felt a sudden pain in his legs. He looked down and saw that the training tomahawks that Roan was using for the battle had stuck to his leg armor. Although they were fake, they still hurt a lot. Yrun cumpled to the ground writhing in agony. Roan walked over to Yrun, picked up the sword and completed the match by holding it to his chest armor. She helped Yrun get up, and then exited the courtyard through the observation room. When she walked in, she noticed that Sicarius had been watching the match with the Turaga. "Oh, I wasn't aware there would be an audience." She said. "Is Yrun a friend of yours?" "Yes." Sicarius answered "We hang out a lot." "Has he ever fought you in a simulation similar to this?" Roan asked "No, we only play chess." Sicarius said. "He's a great strategist, and wins most of the time." "So he says." Roan said "Can you tell me the mistake he made that cost him the match?" "He acted before thinking." Sicarius replied "Instead of taking the time to study the field and see the oncoming disc, he walked right out in the open." "Precisely." Roan said "You said you play chess, correct?" "Yes." Sicarius answered. "Would you like to play a quick game?" Roan asked "Of course!" Sicarius said excitedly. ----------------------------------------------- Review Topic
  3. While doing some Googling earlier, I accidentally stumbled upon this little webpage created by Turakii from some years ago. I didn't even remember this existed until I found it. Not sure how old it is, exactly, but it's from at least 2008, if not older than that. I even contributed to it. Lookit: Even funnier, almost all of those facts are still true (except for the last one. In recent years I've managed to exceed 100% awesome ). I haven't read through all of it yet, but I've already spotted the names of a few members who aren't active anymore, but it's surprising how many of the members on the page are still active. It brings back a lot of fond memories of the old BZP, especially during the 2006-2008 years. I'm sharing it here because I thought other people, especially older members who contributed to the list, might be interested in reading it. Nostalgia and all that. -TNTOS-
  4. Hello everyone! This is my first time posting here in the short stories area. So I tried my hand at writing shorter fiction, and I'm actually enjoying it a lot, I might do this more often rather than always doing full-length epics. This is a Short Story I wrote called the Last Memories, a short narrative by Toa Mata Onua. I'm going to stop babbling now about why I wrote this, so you can actually read it for yourself, enjoy! And pleeeeease give me some feedback, I want to know how well I did at writing my first short story. The Last Memories Onua silently listened for the fifth click that would indicate the rest of his team had entered stasis within the Toa Canisters. He had made sure to close his only half way so the stasis would not activate.Tahu, the leader of the team, and Kopaka, the self-proclaimed deputy, had brought them here and ordered them to get inside these strange ‘Toa Transports.’He trusted that the Toa of Fire would not lie, but the big question that had come to Onua’s mind when he had been told to get inside was; What if Tahu and Kopaka had made a mistake?” He sat there in his canister pondering this; What if we’re never released from our sleep within the transports? What if we’re needed, but nobody can call us for help? The world might crumble to dust around us, and we might never even know; or worse, what if we die here? What if something comes while we sleep and slays us? Who would be left to protect the Matoran and the Great Spirit?Onua’s thoughts were interrupted by something unexpected; a voice that said, “Onua, Toa Mata of Earth.”Onua froze, and then after a moment of silence he said, “What? W-who said that?”The voice replied, “It was I.”Onua looked around, and even though he didn’t see anyone, he whispered, “Mata Nui?”He wasn’t sure how he knew, but somehow he did; the voice that had spoken to him had been the Great Spirit.The voice spoke again, “Onua, wise Toa Mata of Earth. You seek answers to your questions, do you not?”Onua stammered a little, and then replied, “Y-yes.”The voice said, “You are very wise to consider these things before you simply obey orders.”Onua smiled a little and thought; So I am right! Tahu and Kopaka were wrong!The voice continued, “But you are losing sight of something. The reasons you were brought into being; Unity, Duty, and Destiny.”Onua had heard these three things said many times. They were the three virtues that the Matoran lived by. He too had tried to live by them, but Onua had never fully understood what they meant or what their significance was.The voice continued, “You are so concerned with accomplishing your duty as a Toa, that you have forgotten your destiny.”Onua thought for a moment and replied, “Which is...?”The voice replied, “Only by following all three of the virtues can you accomplish your purpose. Your brothers and sister will stay in stasis until they are needed. In order to follow the virtues, you must go with them so you can achieve unity, to accomplish your duty and-”As Onua understood what this was leading up to, he finished, “…and to fulfill my destiny.”The voice replied, “Yes, now you begin to see. As I have said before, you are very wise Onua. Through that wisdom you will save your brothers from doom many a time in the future.”Onua listened in surprise, he had always seen himself as one of the less important members of the team, not a good leader like Tahu and Kopaka, or as good at keeping the peace like Gali.The voice spoke up again, “Being humble is a great strength Onua, even stronger than your Kanohi Pakari, but never let that humbleness cause you to look upon yourself as unimportant. Evil will triumph when the good do nothing. And to answer another question that you are certainly thinking, you will not remember anything when you arrive at your destination, except your name.”Onua was saddened by this, but the voice continued, “But one day you shall return here, and your memories will be restored. And now Onua, you must seal your canister, and wait to fulfill your destiny, and I must go.”Onua quickly said, “Wait, I have another question. When you first spoke to me, you called me a Toa ‘Mata.’ Why?”The voice replied, “It is an ancient word, few know its meaning, or even understand it. Loosely translated, it means ‘Spirit.’ Think of it as the opposite of Piraka.”Onua full well knew what Piraka meant; it was a great insult meaning, ‘a thief and a murderer.’ To be referred to as the opposite of it was a great honor.The voice spoke again, “And now Toa, I must go.”Onua said, “Wait, don’t go yet! I have so many more questions to ask!”But the voice did not reply. If Onua had worn the Kanohi Elda, the mask of Detection, he would have realized that Mata Nui’s presence was still there, but he was simply not answering.Onua sighed, and then held up a razor-sharp claw, “Perhaps I won’t remember anything,” said the Toa of Earth, “but this canister can remember for me.”He began to etch a sentence into the wall, and if Mata Nui could have smiled in his current form, he would have done so. The sentence read, “Evil triumphs when the good do nothing.”Mata Nui silently thought to himself; Wise Onua. He did not choose to remember his past, nor his meeting with me, or even the pride of knowing he would fill an important role in the future. He instead chose to remember his destiny.Onua etched one last pair of words underneath that read, “Mata: 'Spirit'."And with that, he placed his weapons in a compartment and twisted the handle above his head, sealing his canister. He felt dizzy for a moment, and then fell into a deep sleep as the Great Spirit watched over him…
  5. So I was digging around online to figure out what Bionicle game I used to have on Game Boy. I had it a looooooooooong time ago, and lost it a loooooooong time ago. Eventually I determined this was the game of my youth. Anyone else remember this game? I seem to recall it being fun, but then again I enjoyed some pretty terrible games when I was 6
  6. A Real Smile “Kel!” Would she ever give up? One attempt would be understandable, maybe even two, but six? Her door was shut and locked for a reason. Ma’i likely had good intentions; she probably wanted to give her a bowl of soup and a hug but she simply wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. Anyone except-No. Kel Kaness shook her head determinedly. It was hopeless thoughts like those that pushed her back into depression. Futile wishes were merely that: futile. No matter how much she clung to the past, it would never return to greet her. Some things just faded away like a dying rose. And some people disappeared from her life like a, like a- Kel blinked back a tear and picked up her ink pen. There was too much work to be done for her to waste her days crying over lost dreams. If she didn’t get these sales records copied and taken to the shipping office by noon, she would have more to worry about than unwanted memories: namely becoming an unwanted clerk. “Focus,” she muttered to herself. Her hand clenched the pen tighter and she resumed her copying. Only two more pages and then she’d be done. It was truly amazing to her how one merchant could manage to book so much cargo on only two small fishing ships. Yes, he’d been in the business for years but five hundred barrels of wheat on one vessel? For another hour, she plowed on determinedly before finally sticking her quill pen in its stand and placing the records in a leather satchel. She sighed, rubbed her sore neck and cramped hands, and left her desk to stand in front of the small mirror. Her appearance wasn’t as bad as she would’ve thought. Yes, her face was a little red from the heat of her stuffy bedroom and her hair was sticking up from her head in a dozen places, but with a little work, she could pass off as normal-looking. The last thing she needed was her ma’i or friends stopping her and asking her how she was doing. No matter how good their motives, Kel was in no mood to discuss her emotions. Stroking her white blonde hair with a comb, she expertly twisted it up into a tight knot and then smoothed out the rumples in her gray linen dress. Kel eyed her appearance once more before scooping up the satchel and her shawl and leaving her room for the first time in two days. Before Ma’i could hear her soft footsteps from the kitchen, Kel slipped out the front door and onto the dusty street. The morning crowds were already bustling about the town, hurrying towards the market, the docks, and every other shop lining the way. Kel frowned and pushed her way past a tall figure ambling along in front of a trinket stand. “Hey!” She glanced back to see the same young man scowling at her, the shattered remnants of a glass vase lying scattered around his feet. “I, I’m sorry!” She raised her voice to be heard over the low rumble of the swells of people. “That won’t replace the vase, but thanks,” he said sarcastically, kicking at the shards. There was no time to waste with errands awaiting her. But she restrained herself from glancing at the satchel in her hands and forced a sympathetic expression onto her face. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I just used my last ten arna on that! It was a gift!” Though she knew she should have felt apologetic, the only emotion running through her was impatience. “Well, what do you want me to do, wave my hands and make it reappear as good as new?” The man crossed his arms across his broad chest. “Yeah, that’d be a start.” Kel tightened her mouth. He wouldn’t let her go till she gave him something. If only she had a few arna; that might appease him. “I don’t have any money for you now-” “Really?” He looked at her skeptically and brushed his hand over her soft sleeve. “You seem well off to me.” “And so do you!” She snapped, her temper getting the better of her common sense. “Who else buys a vase for ten arna on a whim?” He worked his jaw back and forth before saying in a strained tone, civility barely hiding his anger. “You don’t have any idea. This was an honor gift that I’ve been saving up for for months!” Honor gift. Kel turned her head and took a deep breath. The last time she’d seen an honor gift… it had been sitting on a shelf, awaiting the man who was to come and claim his soon-bride. After a year, Ma’i had hidden it away without a word. “I, I didn’t know that,” she attempted clumsily, her mind fuzzy with swirling emotions. “Well, how would you?” He said irritably. “Now can you please give me some money to replace it?” “Uh, ye- yes,” Kel dug in her bag for a scrap of paper and a charcoal pencil and hurriedly scribbled onto it. “I don’t, I don’t have any, any money with me now but if, if you come to this house tomorrow, I can give you what you need.” The man considered her words for a long moment, his brown eyes boring into the paper she held out to him. “Alright. I’ll be there,” he paused. “Thank you.” Kel nodded and hurried on her way. At least some girl would have the opportunity to experience the happiness she never had. By the time she reached the shipping office it was nearly noon and the blaring sun reminded her with every step that she might be late. She swung open the door and entered the dim reception area, already whisking the neatly copied records from her satchel. “Gorig! I have the manifests you wanted!” The cranky merchant didn’t even poke his head out of the office. “Put them on the desk and I’ll get them later!” She set them down on the smooth wooden desk she normally worked on and made sure they were plainly visible atop a stack of shipping requests. Once he claimed that he never received a set of records and threatened to fire her. “Alright! Anything else?” There was a brief silence. “Girl, just go home and let me work!” Kel rolled her eyes. For someone so demanding, he never wanted her around on off-days, even when he was working. She stepped out of the office and breathed a sigh of relief. That was one less thing to worry about. Outside, dark gray clouds were rolling in from the west, obscuring the bright blue sky. A gust of wind stirred her skirts and brought with it the salty scent of the sea. In a matter of minutes, if they were lucky, rain would arrive. And considering how this summer had been so dry, rain would be more than welcome. Otherwise, the harvest would be poor and there wouldn’t be any wheat to export and no one would have need of merchants. And then she would be out of work, the last thing she needed at a time like this. Though the sky boded foul weather in matter of minutes, she had no desire to return to the house. At least, not yet. For weeks, she had only left to go to the office and work for hours straight. Her body had been so tired, so weak; she had been incapable to do much more than walk the few blocks it took to reach the office. But now, finally, she felt her energy returning to her. Kel attempted to push the rising memories into the dark corner of her mind where they belonged. For months, she had tried to expel them and get rid of any evidence of his presence. And yet, every single time she let go and released him into the past where he belonged, something happened to rekindle her devotion to his memory.Suddenly a loud rumble, not from the sky but from her stomach, jerked her mind back to the present. Food. She hadn’t eaten a mouthful of the stuff in at least a day or so. Kel glanced around at the various food stands- well, it couldn’t hurt. It was strange to recognize hunger after her appetite had left her for so long. She struggled to think. Why was it coming back now? Maybe it was because she had just recovered from her sickness or maybe she was finally getting over… no, that couldn’t be it. Perhaps it was because- Kel brushed away the thoughts. Regardless, with the impending storm, the vendors were starting to pack away their wares; if she wanted something, the time was now. Slipping through the streams of people rushing to get indoors, Kel stopped in front of a small stand advertising baked goods. The owner didn’t even look up from the large basket he was tucking his breads into. “What?” He said gruffly. “I know you want to get inside before your goods are ruined, but, could I please buy two rolls before you close?” Kel asked tentatively. He didn’t seem to be in too good of a mood. The man glanced up from his work, his dark eyes twinkling beneath his bushy gray eyebrows. “So you’d like a snack, eh?” “Yes, sir.” “Alright then.” And he gave her a warm smile. Kel furrowed her brow. Something about those eyes, there was a certain kindness in them…maybe the man knew her and felt he had to pity her. As he handed her the warm package, she stepped forward and said in a low voice, “Excuse me, sir, but have I seen you before?” He wiped his hands on his brown apron and hefted the loaded baskets in his arms. “Can’t say that you have.” “But, but your smile and, and-” “What about them?” Kel shook her head. Maybe she hadn’t completely recovered yet... “I thought that you knew who I was, that you had to feel sorry for me.” He chuckled. “Miss, I don’t know you; I’ve never seen you before in my life.” “So then-” “You sounded a bit sad.” The old man shrugged. “Can’t I try to bring a smile to that pretty face of yours?” And with that, he trudged off down the dirt road. For a few moments, Kel stared after him in amazement. A random stranger was kind to her for no other reason than to help her smile? It was, simply, simply- “Wait!” Kel called after the disappearing form. “I haven’t paid you!” But he was gone. Though the thought crossed her mind that she should be feeling bad cheating a poor old man of his money, something in her whispered that that wasn’t the case. Kel turned away slowly, whispering at the empty road, “Thank you.” Around her, the streets were quickly emptying as the thunder grew louder and the lightning brighter. But she picked up the package of rolls and carefully unwrapped it. The bread was still warm; it had likely been pulled out of an oven less than an hour earlier. Her stomach still reminding her that it’d been days since she last ate, she tore the soft roll in half and bit into it. Delicious. She closed her eyes and savored the warmth. Somehow, it tasted comforting. “Are you okay?” Kel jumped, her heart skipping wildly inside her chest. But when she looked down, it was only a boy, his blue eyes wide with concern. He was waiting, waiting for her answer. She nodded. “Good.” The boy still looked sober. “You look so pale and, and sick. Are, are you sure?” His words were so sincere and so innocent, yet so penetrating. Was she alright, truly alright? He was forever gone, part of her heart and part of her life. And no amount of time would ever completely heal the pain she felt. But why? How could he- how could he leave without a word? Even a goodbye would have been better than nothing. Kel blinked back the tears. No matter how much she tried to stuff the memories away, they would always be there. Just like he was once always there. Then she felt a warm hand on her own trembling one, and then a tight squeeze. The child gazed up at her. “It’ll be okay.” Yes, part of her life was gone. But not all of it. And Kel smiled. “I know.” The boy broke into a grin. “Alright.” “Hey,” an idea came to her. “Would you like to try?” She held out the other roll. After what he gave her, it wasn’t much, but it was something.After a moment’s hesitation, he bobbed his head eagerly and chomped down on the roll. As they stood there, raindrops beginning to splatter down, she couldn’t help but watch him eat. There was something so soothing and ordinary in it all. For the first time in a year, she felt at peace.“Could you spare me a piece?”Kel froze. No. It wasn’t possible. It, it was her mind. Yes, yes- playing tricks on her. Sick. She was still sick. It couldn’t, couldn’t be.“Please?”Someone touched her shoulder, gently. The fingers felt rough and, and calloused. But, but the touch was so familiar. Kel couldn’t breathe.No, no she was, was crazy. It was a lie. A, a trick. Not real. It couldn’t be. The rain poured down, soaking through her dress and streaming down her face. But she barely felt anything beyond the drumming of her heart and those, those hands.“Kel.”It was him. Before a cry of joy could escape her lips, those hands grasped her waist tightly and spun her around. Kel gasped for air. The wildest fantasy of hers could never have created this moment. Not even her most vivid dreams could compare to this. The soft brown eyes gazing down at her were too real for any dream or imagination.This time, she couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out, mixing with rain. But she didn’t care. Because this time, they were tears of pure joy. “You’re, you’re here.”“I’m here.” Bliss filled his gaze and his eyes never left her face. “And I’m never leaving.”And once again, Kel smiled. ~End~ I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. -JG
  7. Through the years we've seen many members come and go. Each year brings us new changes, be them April Fools pranks, name changes or even a forum upgrade. After many years I'm sure this site has its fair share of stories to tell, and although we could just sift through the archives, I think it would be nicer to reminisce with other members.Simple question: What were some of the most memorable experiences of yours on BZP (be them fond memories, horrible recollections or something that caught your eye where you look back and chuckle "Hah, I remember that")Being an old member myself (keep off the lawn), I'll share a few events to start us off.Dark 709's Comics: The MovieI remember this being huge when it came out. There was even a game made for the event. I still remember watching in awe, eagerly awaiting the next part to come out. TugglesYeah, yeah, they were a very simple MOC and they weren't incredibly difficult to make... but man did these things get attention! I still find it funny how upset some members got over it. XD To this day I still remember those tuggly-wuggly-bungly- *hits face to keyboard to stop*Vahki PowerNow this was a fun year for BZP. There were a lot of theories going around about whether or not Turaga Dume was evil. There was plenty of support for both sides and the debate was very engaging. This was the year when Bionicle was taken in a totally new direction with the new discoveries of Metru Nui and the announcement that the Vahki had taken control of our website. Tales of the Chibi ToaThis was an old, old comic series that I was aware of before I ever joined BZPower. Heck, I think this was how we first discovered the site. The comics were simple, yet humorous with Lewa becoming "Cactus Man". I think they were eventually taken down by the creator, but it's still a fond memory of mine. Good times, good times.
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