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  1. Hey everyone. Can anyone who owns Vezon & Fenrakk tell me if their set came with four pearl dark gray 2 x 7 axle and pin connectors for the hind legs or if those parts came in dark bluish gray like BrickLink appears to claim? I recently replaced my broken pearl dark gray pieces with dark bluish gray ones but I'm starting to suspect the BrickLink inventory may be wrong for this set; it lists the pearl dark gray pieces as alternates but I can only find images of the set with these parts and never dark bluish gray parts online. Thanks. :)
  2. Vezon’s Visit With little hope remaining and nothing left to lose, the Toa battled against the mighty Umarak, doing their best to stop his ritual of opening the door to the Shadow Realm and releasing Makuta. With their weapons thrown into the portal and out of sight, the five remaining Toa were left with only their strength and will to stop Umarak from allowing Makuta to cover Okoto in darkness. “It’s too late,” said Toa Kopaka, helping Toa Onua to his feet after Umarak threw him against the wall. “Look!” Kopaka pointed towards Umarak as his ritual neared completion, but just then Kopaka’s focus shifted to the sudden appearance of a grey figure in a black cloak. The figure stumbled into view between the Toa and Umarak, seeming to have entered through another portal. “Ugh, this dimensional travel doesn’t get any easier,” said the cloaked figure, nearly falling to his knees. He looked up to see the five Toa standing tall in front of him, all still breathless from battle. “Oh,” the figure said, slightly surprised at the sight, “hello. Good day. My name is…Toa Vezon. You appear to be Toa, yes?” “Yes,” said Toa Tahu. “I am Tahu, Toa of—” “Fascinating,” Vezon interrupted. “I couldn’t help but notice you have no weapons. Do you have any special powers I should know about? Or certain weaknesses an enemy would greatly value?” “Our weapons were stolen by Umarak,” Toa Onua said, pointing to the towering beast, “and we cannot summon our elements here.” Well, what fun are Toa with no weapons or powers, Vezon thought. Can’t even give me the pleasure of stealing the weapons and using a fire sword against the ice Toa. “You’re finished, Toa,” Umarak shouted. “You cannot stop me.” Vezon turned around to face the shouting Umarak, his large claws, horns, and thorny green body mesmerizing Vezon’s vision. “That is one ugly creature,” Vezon said, as Umarak raised his clawed hands to the sky. “Well, I’ve seen worse, even before I destroy them, but still.” Ekimu approached the new arrival with his confused eyes squinting behind his mask. “Your name is Vezon?” Ekimu asked. “I’m mostly certain, but I can check again if you’d like.” Vezon said. “Has your world heard the name before?” “No,” Ekimu said, as he drew closer and closer to Vezon’s mask, “I have never heard that name before. That’s the problem.” “Oh,” Vezon said slowly, “that’s not good. Or maybe it is good. Not sure.” “But,” Ekimu muttered, “the prophesy…” “NO!” Umarak let out a loud shout. His body glowed a bright purple before shattering into pieces, leaving only his mask intact. After Umarak’s mask ascended into the portal, a blinding light from the portal surrounded and area and then was gone. The portal was open. “Makuta was using him the whole time,” Pohatu said. “Ah, so Makuta exists in this strange place to, huh?” Vezon said. “He always ends up being a major enemy to someone.” Just then, Makuta’s large body began to emerge from the portal. “See, there he is,” Vezon said. “Definitely shorter than when I last saw him, but really what wasn’t.” “This part of the prophesy was meant to be,” Ekimu said, “but not everything is going as foretold.” Ekimu raised his eyebrow, as he glanced over at Vezon. “What?” Tahu gasped. “Makuta can’t win.” Vezon opened his mouth. “Well…” he said, preparing to prove the Toa wrong; but after seeing how much stronger Makuta looked after a second glance, he felt his energy could be better spent elsewhere. Now would be a good time to leave, please, Vezon said to himself, clanging his fist against his fused Kanohi Olmak. As Makuta grew clearer in view, a blue light flew from the portal and swirled above the Toa’s heads. “What is that?” Tahu said. “It’s Gali!” Lewa shouted in excitement. The blue light swirled around before landing back into Gali’s motionless body and returning it to life. The Toa praised her return, but she wasted no time. “I was in the ancient city. I’ve seen the proph—wait, who is this,” Gali said, pointing at Vezon. “Oh we go way back,” Vezon said. “Maybe an eon or two. You don’t remember me, uhh…Gala?” “But…but the prophesy made no mention of…of…this,” she said, her head turning back and forth between Vezon and Ekimu. “I do not know what it is,” Ekimu said uneasily. “What did the prophesy say?” Ekimu asked the question more sincerely than he liked. He didn’t forget the prophesy, did he? “Okay,” Gali said, shaking her head. “I learned that we don’t pull our elemental power from the planet, but it’s the planet that pulls its elemental power from us. We are the elements!” Her excitement returned to her, as she turned towards the Makuta and shot a blast of her elemental water power from her chest. The other Toa looked on in awe and disbelief. “This is our destiny,” she shouted. “We will merge our powers and end this.” “But if we merge our power,” Pohatu said, “it will be the last thing we do.” Gali looked at Pohatu with assurance; he knew what had to be done. “This ends now!” Pohatu said, as he rose above the ground and shot his elemental power at the emerging Makuta. One by one, the Toa floated into the air and shot their elemental powers towards Makuta, as he shot his dark powers back at them in a tug-of-war between light and shadow. Come on, Makuta, Vezon said to himself, rolling his eyes. Are you telling me that you can’t defeat six Toa with no weapons? What kind of Makuta is this? As the Toa’s elemental power continued to strike Makuta, it became certain that Makuta could not keep up with the Toa’s unified strength. “In the name of the elements,” Onua commanded, “we banish you to the Realm of Shadow!” Hold on, Vezon thought, if these Toa defeat Makuta—who is likely the top enemy here—then this world will be at peace. Peace! Yuk! No, no, no, can’t let these people have it that easy. Vezon walked over to Toa Pohatu, grabbed his leg, and pulled him to the ground, disconnecting his elemental power beam from Makuta. “NO!” Pohatu shouted. “What have you done?!” “Shh, I want to see what happens,” Vezon said, his eyes fixed on the Makuta. As the remaining five Toa watched their brother fall, they continued to hold back Makuta a few more seconds with their elemental powers, but the missing link of their unity was enough for Makuta’s power to prevail. With the Toa in shock and one link short, Makuta’s shadow shot back at the Toa, knocking them hard to the rock behind them. With the Toa down, Makuta emerged from the portal, fully revealing his black, gold, and fire-red figure. “Yes. I have returned!” Makuta shouted as he slowly stood from the dark ground. “Darkness has overcome light.” “No,” Ekimu said. “This is not how it is supposed to be!” Ekimu and the Toa all looked at Vezon in shock of what happened, but Vezon was busy staring at Makuta. After a few seconds, the Toa’s silence got his attention. He turned around and saw each Toa staring at him, now in anger. “Oh!” Vezon said. “Yeah, I lied. I’m not a Toa. And even if I was I’d be a really defiant one. Or a great one if you ask me.” “Darkness will rule this land forever!” Makuta shouted, as he raised his staff and began releasing his shadow in all directions. “Oh-no…” Ekimu said, falling to his knees and holding his head, “what do we do? Oh what do we do what do we do what do we…” The weaponless Toa stood tall against Makuta, but mentally they were out of ideas. The only thing they knew for sure was Vezon was not a friend. Just then, Vezon could feel his fused Kanohi Olmak reacting again. A small smile crept behind his mask. “You know,” Vezon said to the enraged Toa, “I would love to stay and explain why your world would become incredibly boring without me or Makuta, but this mask is taking over again. Wish I could watch, but oh well. Enjoy, Toa!” And as suddenly as he appeared, Vezon was gone.
  3. "They say that the multiverse is composed of constants and variables. There are endless possibilities for what could happen. In one world, he dons the last mask of dimensional gates and is forever bonded to it by his destiny. In another, he teams up with a young woman who lost her finger and gained the power of tears. In yet another, he is unlucky enough to be the lab rat of a homicidal artificial intelligence with a penchant for portals. Through all these variables, one thing remains constant: Vezon is an annoying lunatic who never shuts up as he stumbles blindly from one universe to the next." Ah, Vezon. Whether you love him or hate him, I think we can all agree that he was certainly... memorable. As of this past March, I can finally add BioShock Infinite to the list of games I've completed. A crossover between BioShock and Portal, specifically Elizabeth using the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device, was something that I had in mind for a while, even seen here in this Garry's Mod screenshot from last year. You know, because portals and tears are basically the same thing (okay, not really, but that's not the point). Now that I've completed BioShock Infinite, what better way to celebrate? But then, I remembered another Portal crossover that I wanted to do for an even longer time. You can see one of my cruddy sketches from circa-2008 depicting Vezon meeting GLaDOS. A while back, I even jokingly suggested to Andrewnuva199 the possibility of a "Vezon's Mind", basically a Freeman's Mind-style playthrough of Portal from the perspective of Vezon. Again, because portals and dimensional gates are basically the same thing (again, not really, but that doesn't matter). And now, it's finally made possible with the porting of the BIONICLE Heroes Piraka models to GMod, thanks to The Frosty_Engine! So then, I asked... "Why not both?" Much like Armed with a Tail, the mental image was just too amusing for me to pass up. Elizabeth running through Aperture Science, escaping from GLaDOS and her turrets... while Vezon rides on her shoulders like a Jockey from Left 4 Dead, telling her where to go and pretending that he's contributing something useful to the situation. Admittedly, the "riding on the shoulders" pose proved to be the most difficult part of the picture to pull off, thanks to Vezon's thick legs and Elizabeth's (comparatively) short thin arms. Also, I discovered that, even when adjusting video settings to their maximum (e.g. enabling anti-aliasing), images through portals in GMod are not affected (e.g. still aliased), so GLaDOS ended up looking lower-quality than the rest of the image. Even Super DOF doesn't affect images in portals. Therefore, I tried to hide this with some additional dynamic post-processing in Picasa, but... I still don't know if I trust that program when I can't tell whether or not the JPG files it saves (and it only saves JPGs) are truly lossless. Once again, big thanks to The Frosty_Engine for making this possible. Comments and constructive criticism are appreciated.
  4. Crunchyn

    Vezon

    EDIT: Thanks for the feature, BZP! Instead of working on my entry for Journey to Netflix, I finished up a Vezon painting I left on the desktop for months.
  5. So I found some old drawings I thought I might upload. This happens to depict the traditional method of courtship on Zakaz, which is presenting the flower of the Spiked Dagger Plant. Such a flower is difficult to obtain, but a determined Skakdi will either find a way to harvest it or die trying.
  6. ~Intro~ Roaming the streets, nowhere to go. Where will the illustrious Vezon preside? he has no more haggis, no rotating mirror to sit on, nothing. But then the obvious answer hits him like a firestorm touching a raw grape in july on an orange farm during a political election. He would return to the desolate dung pile called the house of Ghidora where he had come from, hogtie him and put him into the closet again, and once again become the king of all things random! Ah, the plan was so brilliant and so wondrous it seemed like a miracle he cared! but he was nowhere near coolville. How would he return to his domain from which he would show his triumphant awesomeness? And so this perilous journey began to reclaim his lost nothing back over at Ghidora's estate. Over corpse and spinal cord, through the money banks and into the hair brush, marched Vezon, Determined to show his brilliant majesty to all who think properly. Across snow-capped mountains and hot dog stands, through thick jungles and perfume departments, over the hilltops into the illustrious domain he once commanded. And as the sun rose behind him, scared to do it in front of his face, he saw the border collies of coolville! a tear filled with crocodiles shed from his snake-like eye, as he lifted his hands and said "I'm so great!" which showed the nightmare across the whole town. At last! he was home. Barging in through the door, he abducted Ghidora during his meal, and stuffed him away in the closet. But being such a hero0, he decided to finish the meal for him. And now, with his awesome might- Hey did you read the thing, or just skip to this sentence? Ask Vezon The Third Written by Ghidora131 Ask Vezon is back for the third(and definetly not last) time! Basically the way this works is you(you) ask Vezon a question.* Vezon proceeds to answer it in a comical story that makes little to no sense. NOTE: Vezon will only do stories if there are three or more questions asked. Most of which revolve around a fictional home which is apparently mine. But, that's not all! we have a new feature! it's called GUEST STARS Basically, fill out a description of what you look like below (i.e. Mask, mask color, body color, limbs color, hands/feet color, any headwear, any clothes, etc.) and maybe you'll get to be in an episode of Ask Vezon! Well, whatcha be waiting for? get asking!
  7. I've finally had a chance to draw something and It's been awhile since I post anything.... and I've really been slacking off on that comic series. lol Oh well, I'll get to it eventually. Anyway, I felt like drawing a reimagining of Vezon, with a more cursed undead appeal, with some of that Joker-like charm, so please enjoy the "Piraka Prince of Chaos" lol Comments, questions, uh... you know the rest.
  8. Ok here is just a little thing that I noticed when I was rebuilding Vezon. Where did his cape come from? Did he just defuse from Vezok with it? Or did he buy it on Voya Nui on his way to the Ignika? If Greg Farshtey answered this then please let me know because the idea that the cape is a part of Vezon, literally, is just terrifying.
  9. Hi Guys, My name is Cas I'm 20 years old and I live in Holland. Over the years I've collected a big MISB bionicle collection. I'm new on this forum and I would like to sell some very rare sets from time to time. I have a very rare new Vezon and Kardas 10204-1 set that i'm willing to sell! This set is not available in new condition on ebay anywhere and second hand ones go for high prizes! All the parts are still mint in bag with opened box. If anyone is interested in this very htg rare set I'm selling it for 400,- us dollars. Thank you for your time and have a great day! If you any questions you can mail to: cas_zutphen@hotmail.com
  10. Back in 2006 when I was ten years old, it wasn't that long ago I had finally got to see Mask of Light. Which is the first bonkle film, about the search for the seventh Toa, Takanuva, Toa of Light and later Shadow but then just Light again. How the Avohkii transformed Takua into Takanuva stuck with me. So when 2006 rolled around and the Mask of Life was a thing the Piraka were searching for, as were the Toa Inika, I did the thing that seemed logical at the time: I thought that one of the Voya Nui Matoran would find the Mask of Life, put it on, and become VEZON, PIRAKA OF LIFE. I was thinking that it'd totally be Piruk because I liked green sets the best at the time. Then, of course, it didn't happen like that and I got upset because I wanted to know where Vezon came from. WHO WAS HE AND WHAT MATORAN WAS HE?!?!? I clearly didn't understand what Skakdi were. Then it was revealed Vezon was part of Vezok once, so I thought that when Vezok put on the mask of life, he and Vezon would become one. Then 2007 happened and the Ignika decided it wanted to go diving. I was thinking that Dekar would put on the mask and become... HYDRAXILOS AND SPINOCTUNKA. No, not really. I did briefly wonder at the time why there wasn't a Gadunka + Hydraxon + Maxilos combiner like there had been with that kind of set for the past three years. Also, here's a little blast from the past for some of you: Remember when people were theorising that Toa Ignika was Matoro?
  11. Bionicle Rap Battles: Created by Kovika, Inspired by Idd2000 This Week: Vezon vs. Vezok As Requested by: Dallior Rules: Kovika starts with his rap, then the next player must continue with the opponent's rap. Winner is the one who can out rap all others. Standard BZP Rules Apply. 3 2 1 Begin. Vezok: They call me "The Beast" So let me feast! On the misery of this crazy half-Skakdi freak! What? You think you're neat? You've got a lot to beat If you ever wanna measure up to me! I'm Vezok; a Piraka, can't you see? This effort is fruitless You're simply useless So why not give up and cry? Even better: Why don't you lay down and die?
  12. Oh how I wish I could recreate Vezon and Fenrakk. I've rebuilt Fenrakk and most of Vezon except I'm missing the cape and face parts. I'm looking for a cheep price for ethier so if you have them (or know someone who does) comment here plz I need this for the good of my collection. Also I have a silver kanohi Ignika so yeah.
  13. Sigh. Well, I'm back again. Now, hold the rotten tomatoes for just a second, and let me explain. I come home from work only to find Vezon sitting on my couch, and he won't leave. I told him as long as he doesn't fuze anything together, he can stay and have an ask series on BZP. (Note: He's driving me insane. Please help!) Anyway, here are the rules: 1: One question at a time. 2: Only questions that are random count. (Why is the sky blue, What do you think about Kane-ra, Etc.) 3: Vezon is random. Don't trust him. Okay, ask away!
  14. Dimension of the Pink Ones "What foul, Great Being forsaken, debauched, and most likely boring world have you taken me to today?" But the mask was characteristically silent. Vezon looked around. There was sunlight here. There wasn't always. Once there hadn't been any light at all, which had made it difficult to tell the voices of the natives from the voices in his head. He preferred it when there was light. "Only one sun here. I liked the place with 37 suns, now that was a hot hangout. My dear, Vezon, did you just say that out loud? You burn me up. By the Great Beings! That was terrible. Shut up." Vezon looked around again. "At least it has trees . . . I like trees." Vezon raised his staff—no Spear of Fusion, just a handy toy he'd picked up in a pocket dimension inhabited by sentient sand—aimed at random, and an energy bolt shot from the tip. It arced into a tree and exploded. The remaining branches flamed pitifully. "I like trees. Nature is so beautiful." He didn't know exactly why he'd done that, but then, he rarely knew why he did anything. Sometimes a little voice in his head said, "Here's an idea . . ." Vezon's response was usually either, "What the Karzahni, why not?" or "Gear off, I'm trying to think." More often the first. He walked on. With each step he took, some new shrill-voiced forest fluffball squealed in horror and ran away from him. Some of them were birds, some of them were little furry things, some of them were pretty soon dead. He was beginning to think that there was nothing in this dimension but trees, and Rahi he found frankly too small and too cute, and if that was true, it was going to be a dull day. He was warming up his staff again when he saw a break in the trees up ahead. He stepped out from under the canopy and into the full, unadulterated sunlight. "It has buildings. A little primitive, but I've seen worse." Suddenly something screamed, and several other somethings started screaming, and many somethings started shouting and screaming and it got very loud very quickly. Vezon was looking around. The city street seemed to be lined up and down with the most revolting creatures he had ever seen, and we can take his word for that; he had seen a lot of revolting creatures. "What the Tren Krom are these unearthly Makuta spawn?" He retched on the words. He could hardly breathe in the air filled with their Great-Spirit-awful stench. He was horrified. These filth were a stain in the universe and an offense to the dignity of being. If the woodland critters had personally repelled him, the very existence of these new abominations scandalized existence itself. They were small, soft, skinny, and pink, with strange, indecently colorful cloths draped on their feeble bodies. They were walking anatomical comedies. Their feet were barely bigger than their twiggy ankles, their arms smaller and shorter than their legs, and their heads defectively small, not to mention deformed. The tallest of them was still at least two feet shorter than Vezon. He grabbed one as it was trying to run out of a large metal box, and picked the creature up in his hands to examine it closely. He tried to ignore its ear-splitting screams. It battered his face and chest with punches, which felt about as painful as being beaten up by an adolescent Ussal. But the moment he'd touched it he felt sick, and he dropped it soon. Their bodies were so squishy it was like holding Muaka droppings. "Why, Teridax, that Kavinika!" Vezon murmured to himself. "He must have put the moves on Roodaka. And what lovely children they have!" Vezon sprang up on one of the metal boxes in the street, which creaked and dented under his feet, and one of its glass windows shattered. He tutted. "Pathetic." In a louder voice, he announced: "Attention, all you mindless, smelly pink inhabitants of this egregious waste of creation's resources! This is a public service announcement! I am now going to vaporize you all, as a public service to the universe. On the other hand, if you can understand me, you can all bow down to me immediately and name me your supreme potentate and I'll spare a few of you to keep as slaves. If you can't understand me, please just keep screaming and I'll just vaporize you all. Thank you." The frail pink creatures kept screaming. Vezon jumped down from the metal box. "Right. Well, what's first? Caustic shots of crackling explosive energy stuff, a violent and possibly messy melee, or hey, maybe I can topple one of these buildings and watch a bunch of the pink things get flattened. You think so?" Before he could test, he heard a loud wailing sound, something like a Doom Viper being bestially tormented. Vezon turned to look, and he saw one of the metal boxes down the street. It was moving, so obviously it was some kind of vehicle, and this one sported bright lights flashing red and blue. But what interested him most was the fact that it was coming toward him instead of carrying its passengers in the opposite direction at high speed in hopes of preserving their lives a little bit longer. Either these pink things were particularly courageous, or particularly stupid. The vehicle swerved and stopped, and two of the pink disgraces got out and pointed little metal objects at him and shouted something. They seemed to be trying to communicate. They weren't so primitive that they didn't have a language, it seemed. Vezon regarded the pink ones curiously, shrugged, and blasted their vehicle and them to the Red Star. Two more screamed toward him from opposite directions. They pulled up short, pointed their little metal objects, which Vezon realized were weapons, and opened fire. It was like being peppered with pebbles. Really fast, really really tiny pebbles. They glanced harmlessly off his armor, and Vezon sighed. "Look," he began, "I admire what you're trying to do here, truly I do, but—" He broke off as one of the pebbles flew into his open mouth and he gagged on it. As soon as he recovered, he stood up again and pointed his staff. One of the pink ones ducked behind the door of the vehicle, as if that would protect him. Vezon resumed, "Anyway, you're just bugs. Pointless, insignificant bugs. I'm sorry to tell you, but it's the truth. You're pathetic. But see, this is your purpose. You're meant to be destroyed." His staff hummed as it warmed up for another blast. "What else could you possibly exist for?" Vezon stopped. He put a hand against his face. He felt a tingling sensation in his head. Now, Vezon knew that meant one of three things: one, that he was upside-down, which he was not; two, that he had been hit very hard in the head, which he had not; or three, that the mask was warming up again. "Karzahni," Vezon muttered. "Never mind!" he yelled to the pathetic pink Makuta spawn. "Forget everything I said. Carry on with your lives." The next moment in a bright flash Vezon was gone. ~ ~ ~ ~ I almost put this in Comedies, but I figured it wouldn't quite have fit in there. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I always have a great time writing for Vezon, and actually, I have a few ideas (and at least one definite plan) to use him in some more serious work. His could be a fun character to explore on a less superficial level. Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
  15. Magical link [~250 KB | 1658 x 2173 px] So um, I was going through my old files (rather, scans) and came across this 'little' piece of lineart from back in 2011; sadly I never got around colouring it, but I thought "Hey, why not put it up on BZPower". Criticism is welcome, as always, just bear in mind that this is fairly old already.
  16. What happens when you dip an insane Piraka into a vat of protodermis? Sometimes it dies. Others, it just gets a little more psychotic than it already was. Vezon Syka Ahead http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon.jpg]http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon.jpg[/url] Left http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon2.jpg]http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon2.jpg[/url] Back http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon3.jpg]http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon3.jpg[/url] Halberds at the ready http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon4.jpg]http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/Piraka/vezon4.jpg[/url] (And yes, thats a Kraata in his chest. Good for mind-controlling by the local Makuta doing the dipping)
  17. My Master By LockmanCapulet I knew nothing but instinct before my master came. When he first came to the altar-cave and touched the Life, I felt the power, the Life itself, flow into me from where his feet touched my back, where they did not move from. I felt my legs grow, my jaws expand, my fangs sharpen. I was no longer a little spawn spider. I had power. I was power. I felt… alive. The Life made me know that I was to guard it, and that he was my master. My master. He was me and I was him. I knew what he was from and what made him, the weapon he had. He told me his story, how he fled the ones he came from and found me. I told him what I could remember of my life. We had one thing in common- before we found the Life (the Life found us?) we were both lost and without true purpose, despite our futile desires. He knew me and my power. They were his, too. When we were attacked, we would get stronger. Most things could not hurt us. We were perfect to guard the Life. The first six came, the ones my master came from. With the power he came from, my master made two of them one and made the one fight the others. He made the one into two again, and left them all asleep. For now, my master- and the Life- were safe. The next six came a short time after. They were better than the first. They had their own powers like the Life, but different. We fought them for longer than the other six. They pushed us back, and my master and I fell in the magma in the altar-cave. I thought we would die. But we didn’t. My legs grew joints and claws, my body stretched, and wings grew from my back. I was a new creature. My master and I rose from the magma, startling the new six. He spoke to them, then we fought more. While we fought, one of the new six used his power to make the Life talk to my master. The Life wanted to be with one of the new six, not him. Not my master. My master was angered and made us fight even harder. The battle raged on for what seemed like forever. But then… It all stopped. The next thing I knew, my master was off of me. The Life was somewhere else. I was free, and I was powerful. I flew to the surface, knowing that I needed him no longer. Him, my master. I knew nothing but instinct after my master left.
  18. All right, before we start, I'd like to point out this link to a comedy called Vezon Tv which was in the same kind of family as Ask Roodaka and A Day in the life of Teridax? in the aspect they all used the same characters. The Vezon in this comedy is the same who appears in Ask Roodaka and guest appears on ADITLOT, and likewise the Makuta in Vezon Tv are the same who are in ADITLOT, etc etc.Unlike those two, however, Vezon Tv didn't get too much love back in the day. I remember a good friend of mine who was a big fan of this comedy, who even suggested a lot of ideas for episodes. One of the biggest was when Vezon ends up in an alternate dimension where he was a judge who heard a trial of Teridax versus Icarax (before it was taken to Judge Tuma), and from there things got insane. He liked the comedy and he wished for me to continue it. Unfortunately, he's no longer on this site... Anyways...Vezon Tv shared a few things from Ask Roodaka, aside from the use of the same characters occasionally dropping in. It had the same sort of wacked-out humor and sometimes Vezon would answer fan mail. It also had some differences, like sometimes Vezon would interview random celebrities or Bionicle characters. There was one member who wanted Vezon to interview him, but he never answered me back. That was an awkward interview to write, I tell you. This comedy would also have spoof songs from Vezon (but written by me) in these mock music video sort of deals. It also had other segments that would refer to popular culture at the time (so some of these chapters are really dated) or the Bionicle story at the time, such as my spoofing of the bachelor show, in where Vezon would give a rose to a moment he found interesting. It was also the first appearance of the insane salesman named Crazy Siddy (an insane version of Sidorak) who sells games at "low low prices." He sounds like a used-car salesman and he was a fan-favorite character among some of my friends.Anyways, why don't we get on with the actual thing now? You're probably bored of me, if you haven't already left the topic after thinking "this guy's boring and he talks too much."Episode 1: Purple Hippo*Inset rock music and “Vezon Tv” title card HERE*Vezon: Hey, everyone… What am I doing here, again?Lord of shadows: Because I said so. And for the fans of this comedy. All 2 of them.Vezon: Fine. I’ll go along with it… for now. Anyways, welcome, webbites to this show… thing. I’m not even sure if we can still call it “Vezon Tv,” considering the original was ended such a long time ago. So instead, we’re going to mix things up a bit! I even got a new satellite transmission thingymajigger!*He holds up something so small and microscopic, you can’t even see it if you tried.*Vezon: Yup, it’s even smaller than the last one I had! Remember that one?LOS: No. No one aside from you and me remember any of the original show.Vezon: Oh. Well, that’s great. And why is it me you decided to bring in? Why not Roodaka or any of those other fools?LOS: I felt like it.Vezon: Well, I am pretty great, aren’t I? I’m probably the greatest character based on a Bionicle character you ever made.*Somewhere in an alternate universe…**Icarax, lost in his dimensional travels, falls through the ceiling and becomes unconscious for a while. He’s woken up by someone shouting in his non-existent ears.*Aerith: Hello-oooooooooooo?Icarax: Gah?!Aerith: Hooray!Icarax: I’m awake! Huh?*Icarax takes a while to look around, only to be more confused than he already is… which is even more confused than he’s always been.*Icarax: Am I dead?Aerith: Not quite.Icarax: Are you an angel?Aerith: No. I’m Aerith. *giggles* You fell through the ceiling. That’s hot.Icarax: Um… So you’re my rescuer, then?Aerith: Nope.*She turns around and imitates how she was when she found Icarax.*Aerith: Hello-ooooooooooo? *Turns back around* That’s all I did.*both laughing*Icarax: Why am I laughing like a moron?*Inside Icarax’s head, in his memories*(Teridax: you nickel-plated twit! You distasteful duncebucket! )Icarax: Oh, yeah… maybe that’s why I was a fan-favorite character based off an actual Bionicle character.*Then somehow, Icarax does a back flip and gets on his feet.*Icarax: I’m very good a back flips. Or at least, I’ve gotten good a back flips ever since I got lost on this weird voyage.Aerith: Really? What happened?Icarax: Well…*flashback, ADITLOT Chapter 116*Mutran: No, I was afraid of this!Mutraine: Stop saying that when you obviously aren’t!Gorast: What are you doing here?Chirox: Trying to stop the zombies Mutran created.Gorast: So you started this?! *She jump onto Mutran as he gets up, beating him senseless.* You’ve really messed up big time, Mutran! If these zombies don’t kill you, I will!Mutraine: Get in line, I called killing him first.Icarax: And what exactly are you trying to do to stop these zombies?Mutran: I made this gun-thing, and I was hoping it would return the zombies back to their graves. But now that Teridax broke it, I don’t think it might work.Teridax: Oh, sure, blame your mistakes on me.Chirox: It doesn’t look that bad. Try it out! *He takes the thing from Mutran and he aims it.*Mutran: Wait, it hasn’t been tested yet!Chirox: Then there’s no better time than right now! *He accidentally fires it at Icarax, sending him to his death.*Mutraine: What’d you do that for?Chirox: I don’t know.Gorast: So did you kill him or what?Mutran: I’m not so sure. Since I haven’t tested it yet, the results are yet to be determined.Teridax: Then may Mata Nui save Icarax, wherever he may be.*At some random house, in the Real World…**Within this particular house, there was a meeting among a few girls, but they weren’t just any girls, oh no. They were Twilight fans… Well most of them anyway. Caution: The following scene might become graphic. Pregnant children and small women are advised to leave the room.*Girl 1: I don’t think the series is good because I don’t like love stories or the supernatural.Girl 2: How dare you, it’s the best series that was ever made, better than Harry Potter!Girl 3: How can you not like it?! Something’s wrong with you!*Just then Icarax, just pops in from out of nowhere.*Icarax: Uh, what just happened?Girl 3: Wait, who is that?!Girl 2: He must be a vampire!Girl 4: Just like in Twilight!Girl 5: Are you sure?Girl 1: He’s just a Makuta. You know, from Bionicle.Girl 2: Shut up, you’re not welcome here!Girl 3: We don’t have to listen to you!Icarax: Oh, boy. I’m dead.*End flashback…*Aerith: Wow. That’s pretty strange. That’s hot.Icarax: And you have graphics that rival Doom 3.Aerith: I think you can think of better pick-up lines than that.Icarax: Hmm… something about this seems eerily familiar…*just then, the film stops and Vezon burns the film roll.*Vezon: Oh, come on! I thought this was about me!LOS: Apparently people want to know what happened to Icarax.Vezon: Well, I’m not one of them. This is about me. Now then, how about we try and do something a little familiar. Unfortunately, I don’t really have Umbra around anymore. But we can do one of my favorite things.LOS: We’re not going to stare at the sun until we go blind.Vezon: What?? Aw… Fine, then let’s just have a stupid interview with a stupid guest.Krekka: Duh…Vezon: I didn’t mean that literally! Oh, fine. (unenthusiastic) Hey, everyone, it’s Krekka.Krekka: My name’s Krekka.Vezon: Yes, I just said that. Now then--Krekka, puts on captain hat: Duh, I’m da captain.Vezon: Uh… okay. Now then, so what’s it like living a life where you’re so easily confused about everything?Krekka: I’m da captain. I boss you now.*Krekka starts rowing with an oar (where did he get it?), and he hits Vezon on the back of the head while pretending to row.*Vezon: You know, I think I can see why Nidhiki hated working with you.Krekka: But I like Nisfreaki.Vezon: That’s not even his name, you know?Krekka: But… all these years, I’ve called him Nisfreaki…Vezon: Well, that just proves one thing: You’re a total moron.Krekka: Exactly.Vezon: So then I’ve been hearing these insane rumors… like this one that says you’ve considered reading a book. I mean, what’s up with that?!Krekka: The book thing is too hard right now.Vezon: Which one are you reading?Krekka: There’s a stripey guy with glasses on the cover. And he’s in all these pictures…Vezon: Wait, so this is a “Where’s Waldo?” book we’re talking about?!Krekka: It has pretty pictures. But I can’t understand it.Vezon: I’m just at a loss of words here. Okay, am I crazy? I know I’m insane, but this guy here is just making things harder on me!Krekka, hugs Vezon: Daddy!Vezon, gasping: Let me go! A hug from you is the equivalent to dying!*Krekka releases him and sits back down.*Krekka: You quoted The Shadowed One.Vezon: Yeah, because I thought he was exaggerating when he said that, but now I know it’s true! Okay, Krekka, do me a favor. Stare at that window.*Krekka nods, wearing a bucket on his head.*Krekka: Got it.Vezon: Good.*Vezon starts to walk away and he goes off screen, and the sound of footsteps going up some stairs can be heard, followed by a door slamming.**Meanwhile, we check back in with Vezon.*Vezon: A lot of things have changed in the three years I’ve been gone. Like I got this sweet golden mask stuck on my head! And now apparently heroes are made in a factory. I don’t get that, if you ask me. Toa didn’t come from a factory. Well, the shiny guy that no one ever sees has a factory, but he doesn’t count!*Vezon continues going upstairs, only to be met with some very crazy-looking goons and a hunchback in all-black armor.*Von Nebula: Hi, there. Wanna hear a joke.Vezon: O.OVon Nebula: What is a Hero’s favorite drink?[awkward silence]Von Nebula: See, this is the part where you ask “What?” so I can ask--Vezon, angrily: What?Von Nebula: Oh… you kind of threw off my rhythm there. Let’s start again, from the top. What is a Hero’s favorite drink?[awkward pause]Vezon: What?Von Nebula: Power-ade. Get it? They have to recharge their cores, so…Vezon: Can I go now?Von Nebula: You know… I’m tired of people when they don’t laugh at my jokes. So when I’m unable to fulfill my dream, I attack and destroy lives so no one can fulfill their dreams!*Von Nebula moves over, immobilizes Vezon, and makes him fall to the floor.*Vezon: Um… we’ll be right back.Announcer: You’re watching… whatever this show is called now. Am I getting paid for this?Crazy Siddy: Crazy Siddy here with Crazy Siddy’s Import Game Emporium! I just got out of the asylum and I’ve been itching and raring to go for selling off my latest and greatest deals!Announcer 2, unenthusiastic: Come on down to our new location. There’s deals galore, as far as the eye can see.Crazy Siddy: Our friendly and helpful staff will answer your gaming questions!Vezon, wearing mustache: Can someone please help me?Crazy Siddy: Check out all our newest releases for the latest game console release, the Pintendo Xii Q! You’ll see great games like Pintendo Park! Spider-Man Photography Sim! Harvest Sun: A Tale of Two Cities! Italian Plumbers Q! Carly Rae Jepsen Karaoke! And much more!Vezon: Seriously, I’m being held here against my will.Crazy Siddy: But that’s not all. First customer who gets here gets these free dollies!*He holds up a Transformers Prime voyager Optimus, wearing a pick apron, and a deluxe Arcee, also wearing an apron.*Crazy Siddy: This set is fun for children of all ages! So come on down! We don’t care how you get here, folks, just get here!Announcer 3: Crazy, Crazy, Crazy Siddy! Crazycrazycrazycrazy, Crazy Siddy!Crazy Siddy: Still Crazy! *Starts playing “house” with Optimus and Arcee.*
  19. It’s a brand new day, and the evil Doctor Drake, notorious holder of a Ph. D in Matoran-era history, walks up to the general bulletin board in the center of New Atero, armed with his trusty hammer, an extra large Skall knife, and a challenge painted in bright red letters. HISTORICAL CHARACTER RECLASSIFICATION NOTICE Character: Makuta Teridax Class: Honorable Hero (Challenges to this reclassification are invited to meet me in my office in twenty minutes) Doctor Drake Lawyer: That’s bad PR. You’ll be dead in twenty minutes. Doctor Drake: Not if I can prove it. (Twenty minutes later, the six Toa Nuva appear in the Doctor’s office, not withstanding Tahu, looking especially irritated, and Vezon, because he likes the Doctor for some reason not worth mentioning) Doctor Drake: You have come to answer my challenge? Tahu: Yes. Teridax was a murderer! Doctor Drake: Well, he murdered a bunch of Makuta who were rooting the minds of innocent Matoran in Kini Nui, and a few hundred Rahkshi that he created. Of course, that was to defeat the evil Voporak, so I’m willing to excuse his personal self sacrifice. Gali: Not to mention a boatload of Rahi and Matoran. Doctor: Which are not further infesting this planet, contributing to more than their share of problems for the native inhabitants. Tahu: Such as? Drake: Overpopulation, for one thing. Gali: How dare you! Teridax nearly killed the Great Spirit Mata Nui! That would have nicely solved your overpopulation problem, you scoundrel! Drake: He also waylaid the Barraki with his own attacks, allowing the valiant Toa Mahri to send Matoro to save Mata Nui’s life. Lewa: Just so he could take the robot over. Drake: Which allowed the Great Spirit to arrive here, and power up the hunks of junk in the desert, which further facilitated the restoration of this planet. Lawyer: You are insane. Drake: Excuse me? Lawyer: No, I was talking about him. (He points to Vezon, who is enthusiastically nodding along with everything Drake says) Onua: You forget that he caused needless pain and hardship for countless beings, not to mention unnecessary deaths. *looks at Gali* Vezon: I did? Onua: (Ignoring Vezon) He also is responsible for my fellow Toa’s …transformation…due to the insidious Rahkshi armies. Drake: In other words, he built up your character to lead the Matoran on this planet, to prepare you. I would expect nothing less from such a great leader. I am sure your final test – he gestured to Tahu – will further benefit you in ways unexpected. Vezon: Thank You. Pohatu: What are you trying to gain by this? Teridax is dead. Drake: It is not wise to speak ill of the dead. Vezon: I’m not dead! I’m not dead! Lawyer: We know. Tahu: For the sake of peace in our society, you are under arrest. Drake: I am simply a conscientious objector. You have no right to arrest me. Lawyer: And what point would that serve, other to create unnecessary hassles on my client, sir? Drake: Well, he is part Makuta. Vezon: I’m not dead. I mean, he’s not dead…wait… Pohatu: I think we need some time to think this over. Agreed? He looks around questioningly at the irritated Toa. One by one, they stomp out the door, Tahu smashing the threshold in raw fury. Vezon follows. A few seconds later, a Spiket cart charges past, nearly running over the Skakdi. At the last second, he flips out of the way. Vezon: I’m not dead! Drake: And neither am I. Lawyer: It’s a good thing I didn’t bet on that one. So who’s next on the list? Mata Nui? Drake smiles menacingly. Drake: No, pal. Remember, the Great Spirit is off limits. His flaws have already been categorized by the Authority on such matters. But as for the next challenge…that is for me to know, and you to not find out. He settles back in his chair, deep in thought. Doctor Drake sits up in his chair. fishers64: So you’re going to answer a few questions about this comedy. Drake: Isn’t that your job? Lawyer: It’s my job! I’m head of public relations! fishers64: Very well. The Lawyer will now answer questions relating to this comedy. Can I guest star in this comedy? Lawyer: It’s an extremely dangerous proposition, but you may enter the highly dangerous world of this comedy to defend your favorite character from the tyranny of the Doctor. While I would advise against this, opposite rules apply. You may choose to defend your favorite hero from being classified as a villain, or you may try to prove that villain is really out to destroy the world. How often will this comedy be updated? Lawyer: As soon as the Doctor can come up with a new challenge, which usually takes about a week. However, if a lot of people are attacking his positions, he usually tends to accelerate matters. (And for some reason, fall weather makes his mind slow down – I haven’t quite figured that out yet) Are there any specials planned for this comedy? Lawyer: That’s a question for our humanoid liaison. fishers64: Maybe if we get a lot of guest defenders for a particular character, we’ll do something special. Other than that… Doctor: That is for me to know, and you not to find out. fishers64: We have to tell them about K- *Doctor slaps hand over fishers64’s mouth* Okay! Okay! Fine, I guess that wasn’t part of the contract. Lawyer: No, it most certainly was not. fishers64: If you dare, join us next time on Spinning Doctor Drake! *looks at Doctor and the Lawyer* We’re all right…kinda.
  20. Vezon awoke. He momentarily did not know who he was, or where he was, but it all came to him in a few moments. He was laying on his back. This was different, but pleasant. He looked around at the cavern that had been his home for the past few weeks. It seemed normal. The walls were a dark red color, and there was a faint scent of smoldering lava in the air. But something felt off. What could it be? Then it hit him. He realized that he was not fused to Fenrakk--no, it was Kardas now. He remembered that Fenrakk had become Kardas when he had battled with the Toa. He slowly began to remember the fight. Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not toLeave because I’d go berserk?! WELL…You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse,And now you see I’ve gone completely out of my mind. AND… The battle had been intense. Vezon could not really recall ever fighting so hard. Those dratted Toa had been trying very hard to take something away from him. But what was it? It had been something terribly important. Not only had the Toa been after it, but those pesky Piraka had been after it as well. They had been incredibly easy to dispose of. But what were they after? What were they all after? Had it been Vezon himself? Had they all really just wanted to kill him? No, that was impossible. How could anyone want to kill someone with such charm and handsome looks? Why, the very idea! No, they had been after something that was small and metallic, something that was… Vezon suddenly remembered what they had been after. They’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa!They’re coming to take me away, Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haa!To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time,And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats,And they’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa! They had been after the Mask of Life. The mask Vezon had spent the majority of his young life guarding. The mask, that mask, that wonderful mask. It had chosen Vezon to guard it, taking pity on him when others had spurned him because they had been jealous of him. That small act of kindness had made Vezon devote his every waking moment protecting it. He and Fenrakk--Now known as Kardas--had spent hours talking of all the ways they would protect it. And then the day had finally come. The day when someone tried to steal the mask. Well, Vezon wouldn’t have it. When the Piraka had come he had dealt with them in an expert fashion. The mask had been proud of him. You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had saidThat loosing you would make me flip my lid… RIGHT?You know you laughed, I heard you laugh,You laughed, you laughed and laughed,And then you left, but now you see I’m utterly mad… AND… Shortly after the Piraka, those terrible Toa had shown up. They were persistent in their effort to take the mask, but Vezon had shown them. He and Fenrakk both showed them. They were no match for the power of the mask. They never even knew what they were up against. Vezon had nearly made mincemeat out of them, but then they did something terrible. They stopped hitting him. Vezon needed them to hit him. Otherwise he couldn’t beat them. They almost defeated him, they did. Those dratted Toa. They thought wrong. They couldn’t beat the mask. Just moments before he had fallen, Vezon had urged Fenrakk into the lava. They’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa!They’re coming to take me away, Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa!To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds,And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes,And they’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa! Vezon remembered dying. It had been quite an experience, but not as glorified as it was made up to be. He had been alive, then he wasn’t. It was simple as that. He had seen an afterlife, or at least he thought he had. It had looked very strange, but that may have been because he was not yet used to being dead. He had only been dead for a moment, but then felt himself pulled back through to the realm of the living. Resurrection was also rather disappointing. It was like dying, but backwards. He was dead, then he was alive. Simple. Rising up from the lava, he realized that he had come back even stronger. Fenrakk had become Kardas, and now they were ready to defend the mask like never before. The Toa were shocked as anything to see Vezon riding a dragon. It was wonderful. Kardas was so delightfully destructive, even more so than he had been as Fenrakk. The fight had continued, but now the tables had turned. Vezon and Kardas were beating the Toa back. Vezon and Kardas no longer shared the ability to become more powerful when they were hit, but Vezon didn’t mind. Kardas’s wonderful ability to incinerate things with his breath made up for it. Yes, they were just about to kill the Toa. But then something awful had happened. Something that was so incredibly horrible that it made Vezon cringe with anger just thinking about it. I cooked your food, I cleaned your house,And this is how you pay me back for all my kind, unselfish loving deeds? HUH?Well you just wait, they’ll find you yet,And when they do they’ll put you in the A.S. P. C. A., you mangy mutt! AND… He heard the mask’s thoughts. It no longer cared for him. It wanted to cast him aside like an old worn-out shoe. It despised him. It wanted the white Toa. This had driven Vezon into a powerful rage, only moments before the battle was over. He had been so distracted that he never felt the Zamor that struck him, putting him and Kardas in suspended animation. And now here he was. Kardas was gone, Vezon had no idea where he was. And so was the mask. The Toa had stolen it. Vezon suddenly leapt to his feet, screeching with utter rage. He was right back where he had started. Alone. Friendless. And it was all because of that stupid mask, and that Toa who had stolen it. Vezon suddenly noticed the spear that lay next to his foot. The spear of fusion, the wonderful spear. It was broken, but was buzzing with energy. Vezon realized that it was repairing itself. The familiar grin returned to his face. He realized what he could do. He could track the Toa down, and reclaim the mask. And then they could never have it again. Because Vezon would kill them. As the weapon finished fusing itself together, Vezon noticed the blade was dull from the battle. He found a suitable stone and began to sharpen it. Soon the blade was honed and razor-sharp, ready to cut through the toughest armor. Vezon was just about to throw the stone away when he stopped. He put it in a compartment on his armor. He would need it again to sharpen the blade after he had killed the Toa. They’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa!They’re coming to take me away, Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa!To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time,And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats,And they’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa!To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds,And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes,And they’re coming to take me away, Ha-Haaa!
  21. So, one of my two self-MoCs, Vezon-X, is a silly little character I made up, and one day, drew a picture of. It's one of my greatest works of art, so tell me what you think. LINK~Tobi
  22. ASK VEZON! and friends... Episode one: No questions.In a distant land, far away, sits a planet, Spherus Magna, on this planet live the inhabitants of the Bionicle universe, one of them is walking through a city, making his way towards a building. The Being wears a cloak, his armor shines with light, and his footsteps echo throughout the street, regardless of the noise. This person enters the building, and is greeted by a receptionist, as the Being nods, he enters an elevator, and pushes one button. The elevator goes up, and then opens to reveal a stage, one closed by large red curtains, as the Being walks out, the elevator doors behind him shut, and the Being speaks with a few other people. After their conversation, the being sighs, adjusts his cloak, and then steps out onto the stage, and is once again greeted, but this time by a crowd...Later...A small Blue Matoran helps her boss back behind the curtain, her name is Dalu, and she pulls him into a seat, and starts to speak to him, "what did you do this time? Throw a tomato back at them?" She asks, the Being looks up, and sighs, looking at his assistant, "no, I tried to calm them down, but they only got angrier, and threw more things at me, I think someone pitched a gold watch at me." The being known as Vezon holds up a small golden watch, which Dalu snatches from him. "We need to work on your personality; you can't be insulting the audience when they don't applaud!" Dalu shouted, even though she was only Vezon's assistant, she could still yell at him, and she seemed to be more like his caretaker.Vezon shook his head, "I can't help it, and you know that's not the only thing I do wrong, maybe it's my humor that throws them off. Oh well, I said that I would be back on after the commercial, maybe you and Fenrak can help me out a bit, I can't answer to questions and do the interviews all by myself!" Vezon said, looking around at the set, he was surprised that he could pay for all of this, but he didn't really care as long as it was there. Vezon stood, and walked into a room, Dalu behind him.A Large chair and mirror sat at the end of the basket-ball court sized room, the chair sprouted four legs, and something massive got out of it. The large monstrosity slowly walked toward them, and half of its face came into the light of the room. "What do you seek?" A deep voice said, obviously from the beast in front of them.Vezon stepped up, "I seek... Dessert," Vezon said, and Fenrak shook his head, "I can eat you, right now, and then continue on the show without you." Fenrak came out into the light, making Vezon and Dalu back up. "No, you can't do that, we have a contract that says you can't eat me, or any of the crew. And a few other things, like eating anything here excluding food, or eating the outside of the building." Vezon held up a piece of paper, filled with words. Fenrak growled, "Why I signed that, I will never know, but a little piece of paper can't stop me from eating everyone and everything here." Vezon slipped out of the room, along with Dalu, Fenrak was pretty intimidating.Dalu grabbed the paper from Vezon, "everything on here is eating related, it's like he is food depraved or something, when was the last time you fed him?" she asked, looking up from the paper, Vezon thought back, but was stopped when Dalu spoke again, "obviously it's been a while," she said, handing him the paper back. "Actually, I was only trying to remember, it could have been yesterday, or three hours ago." Vezon stuffed the paper back in between his armor, and Dalu scowled at him, "okay, maybe it was more than a few days ago... but he hasn't killed anyone yet!" Dalu just shook her head, and the two continued on through the building, probably searching for another co-host.CUT! We got 698 words here people, good job!--So this is returning from the grave. I'll get chapters up every day until I can start writing them again. Also, send in questions, ye landlubbers, they're the beating heart of the comedy! -Skar
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