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  1. The title says it all. What are your favorite BIONICLE Chronicle/Adventure/Legend books? It can be in terms of author preference, how the story was presented, the characters introduced and how well they were represented, or just the story being told in general. I'd like to hear all your opinions on what books you enjoyed, and what made them so good. You can also mention the Bara Magna books if you want, I don't think they had an official series title. Mine would be 1. Island of Doom (it really did a good job of setting the stage of the stakes with the reveal of Mata Nui dying, the return of the Nuva, and the introduction of the Piraka, who were amazing villains in their own right. It was a great story overall) 2. Raid of Vulcanus (It was a great book that helped delve a little deeper into the Bara Magna society and let you get to know the different characters. Plus it was a very nice prologue to the Legend Reborn which helped me enjoy that story better without being just thrown into the middle of things.) and 3. Time Trap (Who didn't like this book honestly? It was the time when the Makuta was at his finest, along with Vakama and the Shadowed One... the story kept you on your toes, and gave us lots of character development on all fronts) But that's just me, what do you guys think?
  2. Hello again Friends! Today I have come to share my latest Lego stop-motion film "Desolate Jewel" it is a sequel to my film Desolate Sands, so I recommend that you watch that first: This sequel Take place immediately after the original, our Hero recollects his previous adventure and it's link to his current one. Please tell me what you think of it and any other thoughts you might have
  3. CommanderKumo

    Hunters

    Chapter 1 The toa of ice stood watching the rain collide with the window, the island is a nice place he thought, overshadowed by the nearby Metru Nui, at times he believed this lack of attention to be a relief, as he was the only person who knew of a grave secret which could threaten the entire population, suddenly a concerned matoran stumbles into the room. The kanohi arthron, mask of sonar already alerted the toa to what this matoran was about to say, Rahi have breached the city gates, the mask's power rung true as the matoran revealed this exact information, grabbing his katana, he tells the matoran "Gather everyone in the keep below", with that he he left the chamber, ready to face the invaders. The island had been designed like a fortress, a huge stone wall surrounded it, each home located along fortified paths, as the toa looked over an edge he assessed the situation; tarakava beasts had breached, Who is controlling these creatures? He thought, before he could think any more the toa of air landed next to him. "What's the situation Samler?" Mahel Toa of air asked. Samler notioned towards the Tarakava, "Saving the matoran is our first priority" he then jumped over the railings down into battle below, Mahel followed behind. Samler landed one one Tarakava, freezing it in it's place using his ice powers, meanwhile Mahel blasted a gust of air, blowing another out to sea, the two toa stood back to back as 3 tarakava all charged at one. "You know it" Samler cheered, Mahel lightly laughed, the tarakava all sped forward, Samler created a ring of ice particles around him and Mahel, then Mahel used his air abilities to throw every single hailstone at the tarakava, the onslaught pummled the beasts, incapacitating them, Samler noticed that a mask had fallen from one of them. He grabbed the mask from the stony floor, the rain bouncing from it, even in the obscured light he could see it was rusted, a sure sign of infection by kraata. "The brotherhood are behind this" he told Mahel, showing him the infected mask. Mahel was concerned "what would they want from here?" Samler knew that the time had come to reveal his great secret, before he could say anything they were both alerted by screams from matoran in danger, without saying a word Mahel knew his orders, they both hurried away into the night. Elsewhere on the island three lie defeated, the being who defeated them laughing at their loss, they barely scrape away as the terrifying Kuma-Nui rats start burrowing, the being watching their progress, "My time has come" they laugh... Review topic: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/25026-hunters-review-topic/
  4. What's up BZPower, here I'm bringing to you a dream. A dream I've had ever since I first got hooked to Bionicle. Waking up in the world of Bionicle, doesn't matter where, when or how, pulling yourself together and embracing the journey that waits ahead of you. Be it fighting the villains alongside heroes, beating up nasty Rahi, fighting in the arena against the Glatorians or rewing up that sweet Cendox V1 and smashing things up - it all sounded so great. The idea of such a game in wich you immersed yourself into the world of Bionicle, not filling up anyone's shoes but going in as you. This idea has been going in my head for a long time and then... it hit me - Why not make it myself!? Thus we get to this. Introduction Bionicle: Spherus Magna is a 3D open-world explorer-adventure game. It lets the player embark on his own journey without any real limitations allowing him to explore the world of the reformed Spherus Magna. Think Skyrim, now take away the budget and add Bionicle to it. Setting Yes, it will have plot! No, it won't be canon. The whole game takes place some time after the end of Mata Nui saga (RIP G1) on the, now once again glorious, planet of Spherus Magna. The 2 societies - Matoran and Agori - are integrating each other and have gotten used to the different world that surrounds them. Since Greg completely ditched the serials and all the side stories I have decided to forget them too. So, no Lewa isn't trapped by the Agori, Velika isn't a Great Being, there are no Mega-Vorox on Bota Magna and so on. Basically, Teridax was defeated and Mata-Nui sacrificed himself so everyone could live happilly ever after. Gameplay As I said, this will be an adventure/explorer game. The player will have the entirety of the new world of Spherus Magna to explore, including all the locations we know of and some original ones I came up with to make the world even richer. The player will have the full freedom to go wherever he wants to whenever he wants to. See those White-Quartz Mountains over there? Go climb them. See that volcano on the other side? Go dive in. Whatever you want, whenever you want. The player will also be able to interact with many characters from the universe. For the full list of characters that will appear check below. Toa: - Tahu - Gali - Lewa - Pohatu - Onua - Jaller - Kongu - Nuparu - Hewkii - Hahli - Takanuva - Turaga (all of them) - Matoran (all known and more) Glatorian: - Gresh - Tarix - Strakk - Malum - Vorox - Kiina - Ackar - Vastus - Gelu - Perditus - Surel - Agori (all known and more) - Rahi (various types, still didn't get to them) - Bota Magna beasts Locations: Everything. I mean everything. From Canyons and deserts to swamps and snow. I want this game to be as broad as possible and grasp every important location in the Bionicle universe. Features: - Exploration Many places to go, many things to do and many items to find. The journeys you take will lead you all over Spherus Magna. You'll go to places from wich you won't want to leave and those from wich you will want to run away. Some of the locations will include the famous White Quartz Mountains, individual elemental districts of the world and some original locations such as The New Atero! - Combat Arena fights Once a symbol of divide between the villages, the arena matches are now a sport event in wich finest fighters come to battle and grab a drink or two after the match is over. The player will be able to participate in matches against the famous Glatorian in both ground duels and vehichle matches! Enemies: Fighting against Rahi, Vorox, Bone Hunters and the very leader of the Dark Hunders - The Shadowed One himself! The player will need to think twice before waving his sword at some of the characters here. - Interaction As the player progresses through the game, he will witness the reformed world and be able to talk to a lot of characters, both well-known and those that are original to the game. I want to make this game really full of places to go and things to see. - Items Many things you can find. - Travel methods Vehichles. All your favourite vehichles from Axalara T9 to Thornatus, up for a ride. "Say hi to familiar faces" "Parts? Food? Weapons? - We got it all!" "I found Strakk. Strakk didn't find any money on me. Strak is mad..." "Don't go to the Wastelands unarmed kids..." "Gali asks how are ya?" "Temple of Mata-Nui - one of the original locations set in the heart of New Atero. The Matoran built it in honor to the Great Spirit." Now that you've seen the screen-shots, NO I DID NOT MAKE THE MODELS! I got them from all the corners of the internet. The credit goes to: - Glatorians: ripped from Glatorian Arena (this is non-commercial use, please don't sue me xD) - Rahi: ripped from Bionicle: the Game (reffer to the above ^^) - Agori and mischellanious go to their respective owners: here and here - The Matoran Masks and some aspects of the enviroment go to these guys. They said they'll be glad if someone would use their models so I didn't ask them directly, but if they have any objections please do say, and I will remove them if you wish. Now that we got the description out of the way, I'll get to something else. Basically, I need help with this. The project, as I imagined it, is going to be a medium sized game. Not too big, but not small. I can indeed finish it on my own, but it would take a loooong time. Time by wich I and probably you, would already get fed up with. So since I'm doing everything on my own, I would need a few people to help me out with some things. I myself, can handle the characters, and have handled the majority on my own. I would need help with these things: - level design - Rahi 3D models - a tiny little bit of code These 3 I could definitelly use help with. If any of you are interested in this please message me. u.u Now, I have mentioned budget (or rather lack of one) at the beginning of the post. This is a fan-made game. Not even clasified as indie as I'm just one guy who doesn't even have much of a background in the field of game-development. That said, this won't be the prettiest game ever. It won't be the most stunning game ever either. I'll list all the cons here: - visuals (evident from the screenshots above. Not the prettiest game ever) - animation - animating 3d is hard. Animating 3d in games is insanely hard. To get around this, I completely discarded all animation. Wait! Don't go yet! What I mean by this is that there will still be characters moving around and stuff BUT they will be doing pretty much just that. The model will simply drag around without any body movements. (For instance characters won't move their hands and feet while walking etc.) - combat - the combat will be left-click attack, right click block with additional items you can use. Nothing original and with a lack of animation, nothing eye-attractive either So there you have it. Those are the 3 biggest downsides of the game, but, IF pulled out the way I intend to, it will make up for it with a big number of things to do. So, is anyone interested in anything about this game? Regardless of wether you want to play it or help me work on it, or neither of that, everyone's comments are highly appreciated. I repeat, if anyone is interested in helping with this please let me know. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Spherus Magna: White Quartz Mountains Demo Update: 2/5/2016 Alright everyone, at long last here it is! The first demo that gives you a peek at how the game will look like.Taking on the role of a mysterious traveler, you will explore a small area of White Quartz Mountains and face off against its Rahi and a band of mercenaries called the Ice Bandits! The demo features 3 locations: - New Atero (Gate, Avenue, Mata-Nui Temple) - New Atero Outskirts (Waterfall) - White Quartz Mountains (Snowy planes, Cave, IcePeak) Part of those atleast. Featured characters: - Ackar - Kiina - Surel - various Matoran - various Agori Featured enemies: - Ice Bandits (difficulty: Easy, creep level) - Iron Wolves (difficulty: Easy-Medium, cool level) - Ice Bats (difficulty: Annoying, don't fight just ignore and run level) - Ice Bandit Boss (difficulty: Medium-Hard, Boss level) The demo is short but serves its purpose and will show you the direction the game has taken. Now a few things are worth noting. Main one is the Battle System. It's a unique system that works despite the already mentioned lack of animations on the characters. I'm gonna explain it here as the game will offer no such help. The combat works in a bit weird but non the less original manner. It revolves about a concept of "Ranges". Basically, every enemy has an "Enemy Range", a distance from which it can deal damage to the player. Likewise, the player has a "Player Range" from which it can deal damage to the enemy. The key thing in the combat is to position yourself in just the right spot in which you're out of "Enemy Range", but the enemy is within your "Player Range". This way you can attack the enemy without suffering any damage. The catch is both you and your enemies are on a constant move. Your enemies will be chasing you and you'll have to run from them, retreat, jump and attack just at the right time. The system will allow flexible movements so the player will be able to move in all directions at various speeds and will be able to jump over certain enemies. All enemies have different movement speeds and ranges so some will be able to attack the player from long distances and the player will need to use ranged weapons, some will have a small range but will be a lot faster than the player, etc. When the player and enemy begin to fight a "Combat Initiated" box will appear. The disappearance of the box will mean that the fight has ended either through enemy dying or the player succesfully running away. The other thing is how to start the game. The game is still in its early phases and as such isn't optimised for every display. For now it would be the best to run the game in 1024x720 resolution with Windowed box checked (you shouldn't play full-screen). The reason for this is that the GUI doesn't work correctly on other resolutions so for the time being just play like that. This is how your settings should look: A couple of other things: - you move with (W-A-S-D + shift for running and Space to Jump) - you attack with Left Click and will deal damage only when enemy is in range - you talk to characters by coming close to them, no other action is necessarry - the huge blue/gray/red walls in the scenes are colliders preventing the player from going where he shouldn't go. Blue ones are standard colliders, gray ones indicate that there is an area that isn't in the demo but will be available in the later phases of the game while the red walls are an indication that you have to kill an important enemy in order to pass through them Link to the Demo: https://mega.nz/#!S4IU3a6T!cR_SC6iHD4vMKN7KbdQV0NzVN8a88vxcY6pGarhYC_k Download the Rar file and extract it. Start the game by clicking on the "MountainsDemo.exe" (a cube looking icon). Credits: - Iron Wolf and Ice Bat models were made by an awesome BZP member Aho. Be sure to thank him for his hard work. - Ice Bandit, Matoran, Agori and weapon models were ripped from various places already mentioned in the OP - Songs belong to the Bionicle movies - SFX is downloaded for free all over the internet xD
  5. Raiders of the Forsaken Archives By RisingSoul, a.k.a. Christian Horst Back cover synopsis: Review topic. Dramatis Personae Hamak: red Toa of Fire. Sahkmah: blue Toa of Water. Marik: green Toa of Air. Ikapak: white Toa of Ice. Polin: brown Toa of Stone. Nepteran: black Toa of Earth. Kali: blue Ga-Matoran Chronicler. Contents: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Epilogue
  6. This is just an epic where I write about the exploits of my personal LEGO collection. I've been playing with these guys since childhood, and now they get to have their stories told. Chapter 0: Great One Two minifigures made their way through a labyrinthine cave. A trail of glowing crystals could be seen behind them. These would show them the way to the outside world. It had been a lengthy journey, and both parties were left tired and cold. It was necessary, however. Much was at stake, and hope was growing faint. "It shouldn't be much further." said the minifugre in black. He had black hair, a black firefighter's jacket and black pants. He held a flashlight and it shone on the hard rock ahead. "Are you sure?" said a young woman with brown hair held back in a ponytail. She wore a white shirt with a collar and two front pockets and green slacks. Her eyes were black and her lips red. "Sure? No. Megan, no one has seen this being for centuries. There's a chance his existence is entirely fiction! We can't be sure of anything." He spoke matter-of-factly. "That's awfully optimistic of you, Jack." her words seemed to hurt as they escaped her breath. "We both knew this was a long-shot from the start. But if the legends are true, we will soon find out." It was not long when they came across a large chamber through a small opening in the stone before them. Jack shone the light towards the center of the room. There he sat, a great creature of green and red. He had one short arm, and the other long with two great fingers outstretched. His torso was full of holes, and on his right chest area sat a crooked, yellow, chisled head, its eyes closed. "He's real...." Megan whispered in astonishment. It was all she could manage. Jack pulled out a scroll from his pocket and let the flashlight illuminate it. He began to read. "Oh ancient spirit of light and shadow, we call for you to wake, The world outside has fallen low, and lest the heavens shake, We pray your wisdom holds the key to heal our earthly woes, We ask you now to grant us power that we may best our foes." The chamber began to shake with a moan like soft thunder. The creature's right eye glowed white. The floor began to glow, revealing a pool of water that was five feet below the cliff they were standing on. The chamber was now dully illuminated with blue light. "A thousand years... I have slumbered... And now I rise to your call..." The voice was ancient and booming. Megan and Jack stood in awe for a moment. Jack was the one to step forward and speak. "Oh great one, we have come here seeking-" "I know why you are here, Jack... and Megan... I see through the tree of time... I know its branches well... and its roots... You come seeking order... in a world of chaos... Witchcraft... Monsters... Fire... You wish to best them..." "Yes, we do!" Megan shouted eagerly. "What must we do to prove ourselves worthy of such power?" "Ha...ha...ha..." The laugh was wistful. "You have already done so... by finding my den... Megan... step forward." Megan hesitated, but then stepped towards the giant. He held out his long arm and wrapped his two fingers around her. Hoisting her up to his face. His head straightened itself within his torso, and his right eye opened wide. "Daughter of Yin... You shall become a child of Yang. Accept... his power.. But... beware... the light can easily... flare too brightly.. and consume..." Megan stared into his eye. It was as if the entire world around her vanished, the being's grip vanishing from her senses. She could see the stars and galaxies swirling throughout the universe. They grew brighter and brighter still. She felt warm, a warmth that filled her through to her bones. It was as if she was floating through the heavens, ascending to new heights. Her heart beat excitedly and it made her head spin. It felt wonderful and dangerous at the same time, her mind racing. The giant released his grip and Megan floated down slowly to the cliff next to Jack. Her mind was still swimming. "...Jack..." The great creature extended his arm down to the base of the cliff. Jack stared for a moment, but then walked to the edge, letting the great arm carry him up as well. The giant's right eye closed, and this time his left eye opened wide. It was pitch black. "Son of Yang... You shall become a child of Yin. Accept... her patience... But... beware... The peace of darkness... can be very tempting... and quell even the brightest passion...." Jack felt as if the world had faded into nothing. He saw the lights of the universe slowly fade into nothing. He felt cold, as if he had turned to stone. He felt as if he were falling fast to the earth, down into the abyss. His heartbeat had slowed to a faint pulse. It made his head acutely aware of the cold. It felt strangely calming and sad at the same time. The red and green creature set Jack down gently on the cliff, and he staggered; keeping his balacne proved to be difficult. "What... did you do?" Megan asked, still feeling lightheaded. "I have granted the two of you power... You shall both... cancel out the other... Use these gifts wisely... and bring order to your world..." And with that, the giant's eyes slowly closed and a low thunder rumbled through the cavern. The blue glow of the water slowly started to fade. "W-wait!" Jack yelled, stumbling to get to his feet. "We... will... meet.... again...." And with that, the chamber returned to darkness. Review
  7. Hi! I'm going to write some bionicle books that will look almost official (But are not official, they will be fan made) because of the use of only official characters. If I finished a book, there should be a link to the book: BIONICLE Mata Nui Adventures #1: War Of The Forest: PDF BIONICLE Mata Nui Adventures #2: The Great Infection: Unfinished If you have anything to say, reply to this topic
  8. Hey I noticed there isn't an Adventure Time thread. So I made one. Talk about everything relating to Adventure Time
  9. Spherus Quest: An Episodic Comedy Adventure Character Bios coming soon... Preface Once, every 1000 cycles of the machinations of the known and unknown dimensions of existence and non-existence, a comedy line dances into the Grand Ol’ Oprey of life that escapes the meager limits of language cobbled together by the feeble minds of Matoran. Although severely limited in their ability to describe the glorious lovechild of hilarity and wit that is this comedy, many eons of intense delegation among the foremost seers and scientists that are able to call a giant robot their home have refined their sacred chants into a few sentences… “Pretty good, but I was a little lost there, and this guy already did something like that a year ago. Here’s the link. I’m getting a mod to close this thread.” So much for the tongues of Matoran. Regardless, this comedy has seen fit to grace the presence of your computer screen, Bionicle fan. In doing so, it has caused the room you are now sitting in to be saturated by holy light, and converted your pc or phone or tablet or magic mirror or potato into a holy computer. You’re welcome. Your specific device can now run Battlefield 4 on medium graphical settings and comes with a gift card for 20 dollars in Steam wallet funds. … Wait, why are you still here? Huh, you still want to read this? Really? Wow, ok… Gosh, really? That’s super cool of you. To be honest, I didn’t think anybody would get this far. I guess I’ll write something up real quick Well, here you go. CHAPTER 1 The Toa Nuva begin to discuss with the Agori leader Raanu the terms for building a Matoran refuge on the newly reconstructed planet of Spherus Magna. Although now considered beautiful and life sustaining, the planet still had its share of new dangers and challenges... Tahu: That direction. It’s perfect. Raanu: Our Thornax bushes are that way. Tahu: Okay… that other perfect direction. Right there. Raanu: That’s our other Thornax spot. Tahu: That way? Raanu: Thornax Tahu: (Points up) Raanu: Thornax Tahu: (Points down) Raanu: Thor- Tahu: (Points angrily at Lewa) Raanu: Hmmm… Tahu: What’s with you people and Thornax!? Raanu: What’s with you people and living!? Tahu: Look, we need a place to build a freaking Matoran City! For Matoran! By Matoran! Maybe if you, like, grew food instead of Thornax you wouldn’t be subsisting off of a gladiatorial combat system Raanu: Don’t be confoundin’ me wiff yur fancy orthopedics, boy. I like my innards where they be. Gali: Sir, this may be a better question: where are the Thornax NOT? (Raanu’s eyes glass over) Gali: Sir? Lewa: I think you broke it. (Gali splashes water on the Agori’s face) Raanu: I told ya’ he was lyin' on the floor this mornin’! Onua: Easy, old timer. Agori: Sorry, youngins, I thought I heard somebody mention Thornax and a negative word in the same sentence… Kopaka: Sir, we just need an area where the Agori wouldn’t mind us building a new home for the Matoran. Raanu: Why are you white? Lewa: Ohmygosh… Kopaka: We’re not going there. Cykron: Yes sir. Kopaka: Any ideas old man? Agori: I had a few , Casper, if you’d let me think. Kopaka: Ok we’re already done professionally. Cykron: Couldn’t resist. Pohatu: I just had a super cool idea! Onua: No Pohatu: Brother, there are no Mahi around. Anywhere. At all. Gali: Wait, what Mahi? Onua: (Sticks finger in Gali's face) Exactly. (Awkward silence) Pohatu: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND YOU KNOW IT. Onua: LIES. Gali: Quiet! What's your idea, Pohatu. Pohatu: . Anyway, why don’t we build a city that can house both Matoran and Agori peacefully? Gali: Sounds good to me. Lewa: Sure. Tahu: Dibs on mayor. Kopaka: … Onua: THEY WERE SO FULL OF LIFE. Raanu: Never eat asparagus before goin’ on a date, boys. Take it from me. Turaga Duma: Dibs on mayor. Tahu: NOW WAIT JUST A SEC- Oh, hello wise one. When did you get here? Turaga Dume: I'm with you, always. Tahu: That’s terrifying. Turaga Duma: Yes. Raanu: Is it dark in here or am I having a stroke… Kopaka: I sincerely hope it’s the latter. Raanu: Ow yep, still white. (The other Turaga approach, along with other Turaga from other unknown regions of the recently destroyed Matoran Universe) Vakama: Have we reached a verdict, friends? Tahu: Raanu should not be leading his own life, let alone a nation of Agori. Vakama: Yes, we will take care of that soon enough. (Scary music plays. Raanu eats a fig newton, because that’s what old people eat.) Cykron: This writing stuff is easy! Vakama: Have you come to a conclusion of where to build a new Matoran/Agori city? Gali: We have a few ideas. Vakama: (Gesturing for the other Turaga to form around him) Let’s hear it. Roughly ten minutes later… Duma: Then it is decided. We will arrange a small scouting party of six capable Matoran to venture into the newly reformed wilds of Spherus Magna in order to find the ideal location for our new city. Whenua: Why only six? Duma: It’s served us pretty well so far. Whenua: Why Matoran? Duma: Because we need all of the Toa we can spare to guard the rest of the Matoran here. Whenua: Why… Cykron: Because I came up with this story in the five minutes between calculus and english class. Whenua: Ah. Duma: Any other questions? Whenua: Well, I- Duma: Anyone at all? Whenua: I just- Vakama: I think we’re good here. Nuju: *Whistles* Vakama: Haha oh, Nuju! *Everyone laughs* *Raanu dies* Stay tuned for Chapter 2!
  10. Welcome yet again to the land of Balfe Nui! After the Toa of the Farside Village escaped from the protosteel worm, they were recruited by the Patriots, a group of Elite Toa. The threat of Nuva and his infected warriors is still there, and the new team must do everything in their power to stop him... This comic was made in 2013. This is the direct sequel to Uprising, so make sure to read that story first! Here are the links to each page: Prolog: Assault Chapter 1: Gathering Chapter 2: Swampland Chapter 3: Heights Chapter 4: Solitude Chapter 5: Renegade Chapter 6: Resurrection Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Epilog Edit: Cancelled due to the limited amount of interest. I hope you enjoy! Made using: Sanyo Xacti S4 and iPhone 5 (camera), Comic Life 2, Gimp 2.8 and Picasa 3
  11. I have begun a YouTube series called "Comedic Play-Through of the Mata Nui Online Game." This is a link to the first episode. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lM6N82hkcA
  12. This is the review topic for my 3 part epic. Link: http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=9067
  13. Welcome, readers, to the land of Balfe Nui! Follow the amazing journey of a Toa team... but not an ordinary type of team you know. The Toa look like the Toa Nuva - except for their colors, which are all swapped. They have next to no memory of their past when they first awake at a strange, new land... This comic was made in 2012 and the dialogues/text boxes were rewritten in 2014. Is is the first installment in a comic trilogy, which follows the character's development in both skill, mind and their armor styles. Just click on the links below to read each page! Prolog: Awakening Chapter 1: Evidence Chapter 2: Nightfall Chapter 3: Formation Chapter 4: Conquest Chapter 5: Discovery Chapter 6: Destiny (Part 1) Chapter 6: Destiny (Part 2) Epilog: Departure I hope you enjoy! Made using: Sanyo Xacti S4 (camera), Comic Life 2, Gimp 2.8 and iPhoto
  14. Chapter 1: Team Takilo was on his way to Le-Koro to meet his friend. He was already at Le-Wahi when Nui-Rama captured him. The young Ta-Matoran escaped, but he fell to Energized Protodermis. Takilo transformed into Toa of Fire. Later, when he arrived to Le-Koro, He saw that swarm of Nui-Ramas had conquered the village. Takilo tried to free the Matorans of Le-Koro, but he failed. When he was on his way back to Ta-Koro, Toa Tahu told him that few other Matorans had transformed into Toas as well. He also told that Takilo should assemble his own Toa team. First, Takilo went to Ko-Koro to meet Shin, Toa of Ice. Then, they went to Po-Koro to meet Boulder, Toa of Stone. Then to Onu-Koro and finally, to Ga-Koro. Now that Takilo had assembled his team, they were ready to free Le-Koro. To be continued...
  15. Watch this first, it should bring you pretty much up to date. (Unfortunately my mic was so good it picked up every little detail of my voice, so when I talk at the beginning it sounds like my mouth is full of spittle or something. ) https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxS3hsV0UtSDFVVnM/preview P.S. I forgot to mention in it that the awesome colorful lens flare stuff you see in it was actually made by an awesome Blender Game Engine user named "Martin Uptis". Here is a link to his video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyZWu23xpWA If you like Blender or looking at cool 3D things, then check out his channel. Okay, the video pretty much says it all. That is my proof for this. I'm not sure what else needs to be said so far, but I'll add to this post later once I have more progress. In the mean time tell me what you guys think. Here are some screenshots as well. Most are from the "spoiler zone" mentioned in the video, but don't worry they don't contain spoilers. https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxTlNfa1M1R3ZnOUU/edit https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxdk9SZkxkMWI2eGs/edit https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxakI0NUhEVXVnYms/edit https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxX0haQi1DS25fRkU/edit https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxWl81TVhwRm02Mk0/edit https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-joMIsbuoMxdXBtQnpwa3lDVHc/edit
  16. PGS List Closed!1. Reznas2. Darcsyde3. Vataki4. Snicker5. Dr. Giggles6. Sybre7. Calvirick8. King Joe9. Biocryptid2110. Rahkshi OverlordGS List Open!1. Terra Nuva2. Flaredrick3. Charge_Beta4. TAHU20145.6.7.8.9.10. Credits Soran: Chimoru R Season 2 Opening Storyline Comics Quest Part 1 NEW! Non-Story Comics Gangnam Style Lazy FUS RO DAH! Slacking Will bring Season 1 back soon! Christmas 2012 New Year 2013
  17. Okay, so the rules of this topic are simple. I post a short (still over 300 words) segment to begin, and give you (the readers) a few choices to pick from at the end of it. The first person to post has their choice selected, and the story continues in that direction. Unless you make a choice that kills you, in which case please refrain from swearing at the screen in anger. I will post a custom death message, and give you the previous choices that you didn't pick. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Allons-y! ___________________________________________ A beach. You are standing on a beach of sand. Sand irritates you for some reason. Something about bathing suits. As you gaze out over the ocean, you see waves breaking over a coral reef. Beyond that, there's...nothing but water, really. You stare at it. Like, a lot. Stop staring. Seriously, stop. Oh for the love of-I already told you, there's nothing out there! Turn around! Thank you. Where am I? you wonder ponderingly, your mind full of hazy memories and week-old fish tacos. WHO am I? ...Tunabreath... Tunabreath? Was that your name? It seemed to fit, to make sense somehow. Like peanut butter, blended with chocolate. Of course, there really wasn't much ELSE that seems to make sense, so we haven't really gotten anywhere. You shake your head in frustration, as for some reason whipping your imaginary hair back and forth seemed to calm you down. How did you get here? Why couldn't you remember anything? Why do you always miss Taco Tuesday? Why?! WHY?! You glance towards the polished canister that brought you here, and notice several red components lying in the *shudder* sand. Upon closer inspection, you realize that you are looking at two flame-shaped sword pieces and a mask. You pick up the oddly marketable sword pieces and piece them together. Upon swinging the completed sword around, you realize that it's way too clunky. Not to mention it's a weird idea. Who would ever want something that you have to assemble before using? That's just silly. You then take a look at the mask. It looks odd, as if it had been slashed open three times in the cheek areas, with an odd sort of vent thing above the eyes. You decide to put it on and-HOLY CURIOUSLY AMBIGUOUS DEITY, THAT'S A LOT OF ENERGY! You could run a marathon in sweat pants with this thing on! Curious, you pick up the sword again. Far from feeling clunky, it feels lighter than air, and fits perfectly in your grasp, almost as if the sword was a set piece perfectly designed to slide into a matching socket on your hand! As you recklessly swing the sword around, accidentally decapitating multiple birds, you observe sparks coming out of the sword. As soon as you stop focusing on the sword, the sparks seem to stop. Intent on figuring this out, you put full concentration into the blade, and a stream of fire shoots out of it, setting alight the jungle next to the beach which I previously failed to mention because continuity. Do you: A: Call for help? B: Attempt to fight fire with fire? C: Do nothing because nature killed your family? D: Go out for Ice Cream? Once an answer is posted in the comments section below, I will continue the story according to what was chosen. (Also, for those of you who couldn't tell, this post is a parody of the first chapter of Bionicle Chronicles #1: Tale of the Toa.)
  18. CeeCee

    Fish!

    This is my first ever SS. Please be gentle. As I am entering this into the FFFC I had trouble keeping the word limit under 1000. Its actually just a little over. Still waiting on confirmation on that. I feel the start is a lot stronger than the second half but only because I was strapped with the word count. Fish! It’s a magical world the ocean. Being a Po-Matoran, Keprin didn’t have much interaction with it, so being this far out was something he treasured dearly. The rippling waves sparkled a vibrant orange, twinkling the reflection on the sun into his eyes, contrasting against the rest of the blue water that seemed too span from one end of the horizon to the other. It was early morning. Very early morning. So early in fact, that behind him the sky still wore a dimmed lilac prowess. He sharpened his knife with a stone he had picked from the Po-Wahi beach just before the two of them had set sail. “I hope you’re not thinking about killing that poor creature” Pezi, the Ga-Matoran said, standing over him and her hands placed firmly on her hips. There was a tutoring look in her innocent eyes, as if he were some barbaric creature who needed to be taught the civilised and tranquil ways of Ga-Koro. “You can never be too careful, my dearest.” he smiled, looking up from his blade. “Besides, poor creature isn’t exactly the words I would use for something that’s eating the fish we eat and sinking the ships we use to catch them.” The mission was to move the giant fish as far out to sea as possible so it wouldn’t disturb the island any longer. Pezi would do most of the work. Kerpin was just there for back up, really. She let out a sigh that contained mostly annoyance but with a slight hint of genuine laughter mixed in. “You arrogance will only get you so far rock head” she tapped the top of his Kanohi three times to get signify its apparent hollowness. “When will you learn that it is just the way of nature? Big fish eat smaller fish and protect themselves from anything that might be a danger to them. I feel it’s something you Po-Boys will never get the gist of.” Keprin shook his head and just laughed. From a distance it may have seemed like this unlikely couple were anything but friends. They rarely saw eye to eye on matters and would often send sly digs towards each other’s cultures or more personal acts. The truth was though that Pezi had chosen him for this mission and it want just because of his experience in military matters. Besides Keprin had hardly made any attempt to deny her offer. The ocean wasn’t the only magical thing out here today. The Ga-Matoran lent out a gentle hand towards Keprin, who sheathed his knife before taking it and lifting himself up. As he rose his eyes met hers, and their heads were unnaturally close together. Keprin looked away instantly and rubbed the back of his neck. It was the first time he had ever felt uncomfortable in Pezi’s presence although she seemed un-phased. Maybe she hadn’t really noticed it or maybe she just wasn’t bothered about the two of them being more intimate with one another. “Turn around” she said, pulling out an oxygen tank she seemed to be struggling with the weight of. “Do you want me to…” “No” She cut him off, he voice strained with effort. “I can manage.” Her strength didn’t seem to come through a physical sense like his, but more a mental perseverance. Something of which could be very, very dangerous at times. To those faced against it but also to herself. Keprin knew he well enough to know she had trouble giving up. She clipped the tank around his shoulders and waist and turned around so he could do the same for her. To Keprin’s, perhaps unjustified surprise, she seemed to have no trouble with the tank now it was balanced on her back. They both placed on a mask that covered their entire mouths. “This is what we use to talk to each other once we are underwater,” she said. The voice played directly through Keprin’s ears. He exaggeratedly staggered back clutching them. “Darn it girl, as if hearing your chatter wasn’t normally bad enough.” He jested and gave her a friendly wink. She gave him what was probably a smile, although hard to tell with the mask on, and fluttered her eyelids. They both dove into the water, the heavy tank dragging them down further towards the ocean floor. It was beautiful. The bright coloured plants coated the ocean floor and fish of all shapes, sizes and patterns swam past him just inches away from his face. Just before he could reach out to touch them he felt a sharp, numbing pain in his right arm. He turned around to see the fish they were supposedly hunting with its teeth sunk into his limb. Keprin let out a yelp that must have got Pezi’s attention as she turned around instantly. Without hesitation the Po-Matoran grabbed his knife and brought it down hard into the fish’s nose. It must have been at least four times the size of him. The fish opened its mouth to bare its hundreds of razor sharp teeth, like staring into the jaws of Karzahni itself. “Keprin!” Pezi squealed, unclipping her tranquilizer harpoon from her back. She swam towards it at speed that seemed to even shock the enormous monster. She buried the harpoon deep into the fish’s brain. Its huge eyes role back, then plummeted to the ocean floor. That was the moment when Keprin blacked out. He awoke on the small boat they had travelled on. He was slumped down against the front and when he looked down at his arm he noticed his hand was placed in Pezi’s. She appeared to be asleep but Kerpin new better than that. “What happened to following the ways of nature?” He teased, a huge grin slapped to his face. Pezi’s eyes shot open, ecstatic at first then turned to a look of anger. She punched him in his bad arm. Hard. He yelped out in pain. “You deserved that,” she said sternly, furrowing her brow. Then she started laughing. A laugh that Keprin knew was uncontrollable. He joined in too and put his arm around her. “I take it we’re having giant fish for dinner, then?”
  19. Current episode: We all wanted to travel in the sky once in our lifetime. Season 1: Episode 0: Prologue PGS: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. GS: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. PM me for details regarding PGSs and GSs. Credits: Gerlicky and Dark709 for the Six-Shade Chimoru Omega Dark709 for Chimoru Omega. More will be added as I try out new kits in the series. It's great to be back in comic making. I hope my reboot of my comic making is successful.
  20. I figured this should return, so join me for... The North-Western Isles Continuity presents... Many years ago, months before the beginning of One Nation Under The Great Spirit...Eljay, a simple Matoran, wanted to peacefully live his life. He never thought about why it was peaceful, or that it was. He just lived. Slowly but surely, this would change. He would embark on a mission to bring back the peace that so many had longed for. He'd have to pay a huge price, and ask himself if it's really worth it... Let the adventure begin, in that case... Chapter 1: Remembering the beginning Comic 1: Sweet beginningComic 2: Unsettling offense Comic 3: Disgruntled costumer Comic 4: Dark dreams Comic 5: Snuffed flame Chapter 2: Beginning the quest Comic 6: Lucky find Comic 7: Have a nice fall Comic 8: Hard landing Comic 9: Destiny's choice Comic 10: Turning point Chapter 3: Becoming a Toa Comic 11: Fighting lesson Comic 12: Long ago recap Comic 13: Collected Comic 14: Show and tell Comic 15: Practice Chapter 4: Home sick Credits: InnerRayg for the sprites! How often these will be updated is unknown, but there are more comics ready in case. I shall be working hard on these, but I need your guys help to keep it a float! I hope you enjoy these, and make this something to remember.
  21. OK guys, here is where you can talk about Adventure time, post favorite quotes, and be super awesome with fin and jake.So, What is your favorite episode? Mine is the one with the secret tapes. It shows Ice king's past and how he became the crazy creep he is now. Edit: Please don't double post. Merged!-Wind-
  22. I recently acquired this from the hands of the villainous señor Palomar before he used it in his personal collection because after all this should be in a museumhttps://attachment.fbsbx.com/messaging_attachment.php?aid=48a5ff791705044b4964d9ae061ad815&mid=mid.1362379349989%3Ae25599ee2dbfa94588&uid=100000824540213&accid=100000824540213&ext=1362383000&hash=AQBiwXkgpKtY_fV9fWvJ5uPmPrkRgBAJZV32UP8oR9w3FABut I'm not quite sure what it isAll I know is that it lights up. And makes noises when it has vatteries, it's also from the adventurers line from 1998
  23. This was originally meant for the Ambage Fortnightly Flash-Fiction contest, but by the time I remembered that there was a 1,000-word limit I'd already reached 2,000 words and was only about halfway done. It still fits the theme, though. There is a reference to a broken mask in here. Final word count: 5,550. That's rather funny, I hadn't planned it that way. Maybe I should add five more words. So I hope you enjoy The Golden Mask. Have you ever gotten an idea in your head? If not, then that's a paradox I don't care to consider. But have you ever gotten an idea, an idea so consuming and wonderful, an idea that so pierces your intermost being, that you couldn't help but pursue it? I did once. This is my story. Well, not my whole story, but a part of it. A rather small part I suppose, but I'm convinced that it's the most important part of my entire life. In fact it's not so much about me but rather my idea. And, well, my pursuit of it. Yeah.     So here's me, Sejon, Po-Matoran. I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill Matoran, either. I was a bit of an adventurer, an explorer, a treasure hunter. There was no Wahi on the island of Mata Nui I hadn't become more or less thoroughly familiar with. And every time I heard of a treasure or artifact? Boy, there would I be. One time I'd searched out the legendary Golden Statue of Matauka in Le-Wahi. That story actually ended up being a little embarrassing, but can I be blamed if the Le-Matoran had set up a bunch of booby traps just outside their village, if Turaga Matau had given his own little statue such a misleading name, or if he'd made a treasure map leading to it and placed it conveniently on a mountaintop, where any passing Matoran could grab it? I think not. I'd also found a cave of diamonds in Ta-Wahi, a sunken city off the coast of Ga-Wahi, ancient ruins in Po-Wahi, the hidden valley of Angri-Bah in Ko-Wahi, and I led the expedition that uncovered the fossils of the Sidirosaurus deep in the Onu-Wahi mines. I love artifacts and treasures of any kind. Even the smaller bits of pottery or tools are to me thrilling little glimpses into forgotten worlds. It is those glimpses and thrills for which I live. I even found something under the Kini-Nui, but we won't talk about that. . . Nor about the time I went after the legendary Toa Stones. If Takua hadn't been so lucky. . . Well, that's neither here nor there. But I don't like to talk about it.   Now I don't like to brag, so let's get back to the story, shall we? Oh, yes, I was a rather adventurous Matoran, you see. I was always looking through old tablets and exploring, trying to find anything of interest. Well, I tell you what. One day, I was poring over the tablets in the library of Kini-Nui, which I often did after Kolhii practice. Oh, Kolhii? I was a decent Kolhii player, too. I even won that copper mask a few times. But I won't speak of the one time I broke it. . . Wait, I just did, didn't I? Bah. Where was I? Oh, excuse me, so I was reading through these old tablets, when finally I found something of interest: An old map, leading to someplace in Le-Wahi. I'd seen it before, and even gone there myself, but there wasn't anything there. Nothing. I never could understand that. It just led to a simple clearing. No shrine, statue or pole, no cave or temple entrance, just a boring old clearing. But this time, as I looked it over again, a realization sparked in my mind. Why, just the other day I'd found a piece of an old carving. A picture-carving. I was always finding interesting bits of pottery and whatnot that I brought home with me, most of it inconsequential. But what I realized now as I retrieved the fragment, was that it matched the map. Or a small part of it. The original carving, it would seem, had been this map! Most likely the carving was the original and this full version before me a copy. Fitting the fragment to the map, I was wondering about this, when I noticed a small difference between the two. See, the map had small scribbles of instructions over it, you know, take so many steps, find the stone or tree that looks like a Mahi, the usual. But one of the instructions on the map was different from the corresponding instruction on the fragment! What did this mean? If my hunch was correct, then whoever copied the original carving had made a mistake! I was on my way home to fetch my gear in an instant. Bringing with me also the fragment and my personal copy of the map, I hastened to Le-Wahi with the speed of a Kikanalo. Once there I set off in generally the right direction and looked over the map, comparing the instructions. According to the map, the final stage of the journey was to head due south, about two-thousand paces, until you find the boulder shaped like a Muaka, and from there to turn due east for another hundred paces. But the fragment said twenty-thousand paces instead of two-thousand! Now could there really be two boulders shaped like a Muaka? I had, after all, found one near the two-thousand paces mark. But maybe there could. . . I paced along, eventually finding my old pal, Muakatherock. I then proceeded for another eighteen-thousand paces or so, which involved a lot of monotonous counting, blisters, and other uninteresting and inconsequential things which would be of no interest to you.   I paced.     And paced.       And paced some more.       Just wanted to illustrate how monotonous it was. Mind you, I'd been strolling through a forest, so it wasn't completely devoid of interest, but then I did have to concentrate on counting so I couldn't really think about much else. By the end of my journey I decided there was something very wrong with whoever drew up this map. Or else they were a far better mathematician than I, or they were hiding something worth going to all that trouble of hiding. All things considered, I hoped it was the latter. Finally, puffing and panting, I arrived at a second Muaka-shaped rock. I was ecstatic when I finally found it. By the time I reached twenty-thousand paces, I still had to search the forest for an hour or two before I finally found the thing. But find it I did! And boy, was I excited! Oh, the thrill of the chase, the thrill of seeking out old, forgotten, or hidden treasures! Setting my tiredness aside in my eagerness, I quickly proceeded to take one hundred steps due east. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, as I stepped into a brightly-lit and long-forgotten clearing in that age-old jungle, but a most incredible sight. Amid the growth of the ages, the beautiful ferns, trees, and vines, and amid the rocks and soil of the earth, stood a large, smooth boulder, sticking part of the way out of the ground. It was perhaps seven or eight feet around at the base, rising to a perfectly smooth ovoid end ten feet in the air. But what was most exhilarating was the words splayed across it, more than clearly visible in the splash of sunshine playing across the stone:                                           I couldn't believe it. . . The Golden Mask. . . The Golden. . . Mask. . . Of Mim Brano. The Golden Mask of Mim Brano! The legendary Mask, THE Legendary Mask, said to hold ten times the power of all thirty-six Great Kanohi combined! The legend rarely spoken of and even more rarely believed, but in my eyes the greatest of the legends. . . The legend through which I discovered my love of adventure and treasure-hunting, so long ago. The legend went like this: In the Time before Time, even before the Great Spirit carried we Matoran to this island paradise, Mata Nui was given the Mask as a gift from the Great Being Mim Brano, in recognition of a tremendous deed, the specifics of which are lost to time. Using the power of this incredible Mask, Mata Nui forged this very island, raising it from the sea, shaping the mountains and plains, and causing the jungles to grow and the Rahi to come into being. After this, Mata Nui carried we Matoran to the newly-created Paradise, and from that time on wore the Mask as his own. But when the Makuta, his jealous brother, betrayed him and cast him into slumber, he stole away the Mask. A brave band of Matoran, desperate to resist the Makuta and restore their beloved Mata Nui, resolved upon themselves to steal back the Mask. This they attempted, and against all odds, they broke into the Makuta's lair and retrieved the Mask. Knowing they could not use its power themselves, they hid it away where it could not be found. The Makuta, in his fury, captured these brave and heroic Matoran and interrogated them, but they would not give in. They kept their secret, and were never heard from again. The Makuta searched desperately, but never could find the Mask. . . The Golden Mask of Mim Brano. To this day it remains lost to time and history.   But now, here and now. . . Or then, actually, there and then, as I stood before that obelisk, I resolved to take it upon myself to find the mask so our Toa could use it and restore the Great Spirit. The Makuta was gone, beaten by our great Toa, who had just days ago emerged from his lair in triumph, and so I had nothing to fear from him. And this time, Takua would not be getting in my way. . . hopefully. So, I had to wonder, where to start? There wasn't much to go on from this stone; just a name. But there had to be more than that, yes? Someone had drawn a map leading here after all. Some might claim that that someone had just been a madmatoran, teasing us with a reference to a hoky legend that didn't exist, but did this occur to me, even for a moment? No, it did not! I knew the Mask was real. It had to be real. So I searched. After glancing over every inch of the stone and gleaning nothing, I searched the immediate area around the stone, scrutinizing with the utmost attention to detail. But try as I might, I could find nothing, no clues at all. Finally I returned to the stone itself. Carefully I examined every facet of its beautiful, smooth surface. Every facet I could reach, anyway. By the time I'd finished with that, darkness was falling, and I had found nothing. So I retired for the night, with every intention of starting anew come morning. The next day I sat before the rearside of the great boulder, pondering my quandary. What to do? In the earlier hours I'd managed to climb the smooth surface of the stone with my ropes and examine every detail of its surface, all the way to the apex. Nothing. The entire structure was completely smooth. My only hope now was to search in a wider radius around the stone, or go home and research. Pore over more tablets or ask questions of the other denizens of the island. After a thorough search of the surrounding area, I gave up the ghost and returned home. But had this lessened my vigour and determination by even the slightest extent? Of course not! I knew with unyielding certainty, that I, Sejon, adventurer extraordinaire, would find this Mask of Mim Brano if it was the last thing I did!   For months upon months I researched, reading through tablet after tablet with greater fervor than ever before, as well as interviewing anyone I could, anyone who could possibly know anything about the Mask! The Turaga became impatient with me, for what reason I could not fathom. Could they not see the utmost importance of this glorious quest? In fact I'd thought some would join me, but no, they all scoffed! Even Takua did not believe me! But who needed them? I'd find the Mask on my own! Oh, beautiful, glorious Mask of Mim Brano, would fortune never give me the chance to gaze upon thy splendor? Would thy sheer radiance and glow never shine upon me. . . ? As time went by, I slipped farther and farther towards despair. My hopes dwindled, but never could they completely diminish. Finally the day came that I found myself again before that stone. Many times in the past weeks had I re-examined it and the area around, but to no further avail. All this time, nigh half a year of non-stop pursuit, and what had I to show for it? Nought but darkening dreams and hopes. I sat all night before the rear of the stone, the side over-looking the river, pondering, wondering what else could possibly be done. I'd done everything I could think of! And still no clue. Not a single solitary clue. As morning neared, I couldn't help but wonder. Ever so slight a wonder. . . Could it be? Is it possible that the Mask, the glorious Mask, was nought but legend? The mere thought of it left the foulest of tastes in my mouth. And yet. . . could it possibly be that Mata Nui had built the island by his own or other means? Could it be? Could it be the Mask. . . the pinnacle of my dreams and hopes as a seeker of artifacts and treasures. . . simply did not exist? The mere possibility filled me with far greater despair than I'd ever known. What was the point, then? Of what value had been my many adventures, only to come to this? What was the point of even continuing in the consistent meaninglessness of life itself, if that be the case? Raw hopelessness gripped me as the sun began to rise, and my cries of despair finally began to take leave of me, bubbling over from my long built-up reserves of utter despondence. How could it be. . . ? Oh, Golden Mask. . . Of Mim Brano. . . Why? Why, oh why torture me for so long, drag me on through the clutches of so much negligence and ignorance, merely to abandon me now? The sun shone upon me now, fixing me in its cold, bleak light. The world was a cold, cruel place, where dreamers and hopers chase their objects of obsession in utter devotion, only to have the iron fist of reality fall upon them and dash them to bits. But as the sun shone upon me, its light spreading slowly downward, I found myself suddenly looking up, and turning to gaze upon the surface of the stone just behind me. The bare, empty surface of the horrid rock which had begun this whole meaningless charade stared back at me. I wished I'd never found that shard of the map, nor certainly this accursed stone! I stood in fury and raised my foot to vent my emotions against the rock, only to pause, transfixed, as my eyes met a strange sight: A small portion of the stone, near the apex, where the color of the stone shifted ever so slightly from the surrounding area. The boulder as a whole was actually surprisingly solid in color, yet here was a change. Ever so slight a change, but nevertheless. . . I found myself running desperately for my ropes, lassoing them around the rock, and hauling myself up to get a better view of the discoloration. I'd never even noticed it before because I'd never seen it in direct sunshine as I did now. As I climbed, I couldn't help but wonder, what was I doing? Pushing forward again, chasing blindly after dreams that. . . No, I would give this just one more chance. Even the slightest chance that things had been set right was enough for me to at least look over this one little thing. I examined the area minutely, desperately hoping, praying. After several minutes I grew impatient, and scratched at the surface. And what to my wondering eyes should happen, but that the stone wore away before my fingertips, and black markings appeared underneath! As I continued to scratch and dig, I found not just markings, but words. A clue! :e: , ? ,     My heart was lifted, my spirit soared! My eyes were overcome with emotion, and I laughed a painful, throbbing laugh! Oh, Mata Nui, the light was returning to me! It seemed the Mask did indeed exist after all! No, I knew it did! I'd sworn I'd find it, and here was the next clue! I berated myself for giving up on my hopes, to fall into the Pit of Despair when the great Rope of Dreams lay just before my nose! I cachinnated like a fool as I sat there, overcome by the glorious realization. Finally my mirth subsided, and I sat in a daze of satisfaction. Everyone thought I was mad to keep at my quest for so long, but I'd prove them wrong yet! I looked again at the words. They were rather vague, but I felt my old love of puzzles returning to me. I looked around. What could it mean? Where? Finally, I chose to climb the stone itself. I stood upon the top and looked about me. Where was the object of my search? Was there another clue awaiting me? I ran my hands over the surface of the stone, the beautiful perfection of smoothness that it was. Then finally, incredibly, amazingly, miraculously, a small, tiny, insignificant piece of the stone gave under my obsessive pressing and rubbing and poking. It bore no dissimilarity from the surrounding stone, betrayed no clue whatever to its existence, but there it was. I pressed it in all the way, and the stone began to shake, lurching violently. If it went on much longer I'd be thrown clear, and fearing for my life I leaped down into the clearing, landing clumsily but safely. Then I turned to watch as the stone, the beautiful stone, sank straight down into the ground. Hardly daring to believe it, hardly daring even to breathe, I stepped forward and gazed into the hole it left behind. There, in the ground, gazing up at me like so many adoring faces, as if proud of what my continued devotion had accomplished, was a row of steps. They wound round and round, leading deep into the underground. I whooped a tremendous howl to the sky. I must have jumped ten feet in the air! Here it was, it must be, the object of my desires! The Temple of the Mask of Mim Brano. . . Or some such place with another name denoting the treasure held within, a name lost to time. I couldn't believe what immense fortune good old Fate had chosen to lay upon me. After all this time, the ceaseless research and investigation. The hoping, the dreaming, the reaching for the impossible! And here, after all this time, the Door of Destiny lay before me. I simply couldn't believe it.   Heart pounding, mind spinning, I took a tentative step toward the opening. Then I took another. And another. Before I had fully grasped what was happening, there I was, standing at the very bottom of the stairwell. What lay before me there was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever beheld: A large chamber filled with a treacherous array of death traps, leading to oblivion. Straightening my mask and the bag slung over my bare shoulder, I examined carefully the maze of death lying before me. There were swinging axes, lava sprays, wind-bound pathways across thin stone bridges, notches in the walls from which projectiles would no doubt issue forth, impossible jumps across bottomless pits, walls of rods to climb, ropes from which to swing, and no doubt other deadly dangers hidden from my eyes. I sprang into action. I dodged through the first group of axes, made across the thin bridges whilst praying the sprays of molten liquid would miss me and simultaneously fighting the murderous wind. Those Matoran of legend, if indeed it had been they who placed the Mask in here, were, I thought at this time, both ingenious and insane. Dexterously I dodged disks and other missiles, climbed walls, swung ropes, made carefully across a floor of endless and deadly tiles, and conquered many other perils which elude my memory, for the anticipation I'd had at the time of finally finding the Mask outshines most of it. Finally I heaved myself up a hundred-foot tower, my excitement and hope for what must await me there sending tremendous energy surging through my limbs. The closer I got, the more my wonder built, knowing that I had just about reached my goal. All the sweat, the tears, the work, the prayer, the devotion, the long, long months of hoping and awaiting, and the pit of dark emotions in which I had nearly fallen. All of that had led me to this moment, the moment when I would behold the tremendous wonder that was, the Mask of Mim Brano. Finally, breathless, ecstatic, half-delirious with pure joy, I stood atop that beautiful pillar to gaze upon the splendor before me. It was as if I were in a dream, one of the most joyous and wonderful dreams to ever be had. Everything was surreal. I couldn't really be here, in this temple, finally discovering the greatest treasure in the history of the Matoran. I couldn't really be the one who would bring it to the surface, to usher in a new and glorious age in Matoran history, in which the Great Spirit would no doubt be awakened and perhaps thank me personally for bringing his Mask to him, and perhaps even use it to create another incredible work! No, it really couldn't be, could it? Hardly daring to breathe, I stepped forward eagerly to the pedestal in the center of the tower-top, upon which no doubt lay the answer to that which I sought. I could see the golden shine from where I stood. As I reached the pedestal, I stopped dead. My heart stopped, my spine went cold, my mind froze for one long, heart-wrenching moment. No. . . No. . . It can't be. . . It couldn't. . . Wasn't possible. . . It can't be! It can't be!!! NNNOOOOO!!! The howl which burst forth from my own lungs in that moment was the most horrible sound which had ever wrought itself upon my poor ears. It echoed in the chamber, bounded and rebounded off the walls, creating a swirling vortex about me of nightmare intensity. I felt as if my very innermost being had been stabbed with a sword of flame. It couldn't be! It simply couldn't be! It wasn't possible that such a thing could happen... It wasn't possible that the great and noble Mask of Mim Brano, that given to our Great Spirit by the Great Being Mim Brano, could possibly be befelled by such a fate as this. . . This increduisity. . . This horrosity. . . This pure catastrophification! I couldn't believe it. Simply couldn't believe it. The Mask. . . The beautiful, glorious, precious Mask. . . The Mask of Mim Brano! It was. . . It was. . . Even now, though the episode is far behind me, I cannot bring myself to even think the words without being overcome with intense emotion. The Mask of Mim Brano. . . was broken. There. I said it! The Mask was split in two! Right down the middle! I couldn't believe it! What evil horrendous monstrosity of darkness could do such a thing? Certainly the Mask was far too powerful to ever be broken from age! Sure, it could happen to any regular old mask, but Masks of Power were more enduring, and certianly The Kanohi could never be felled by something as simple as time! The Mask that dwarfed in power and greatness even the Great Kanohi Vahi itself! I'm not ashamed to admit it. As I stood there before the two pitiless halves, sitting upon the pedestal, my mind, horribly torn as it was, began to break as well. It was simply too much. To come this far, and find the mask in this condition. . . First I was overcome with sorrow. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, could do nothing but feel numb from the pure horror. No, it was worse than numb, I felt. . . dead. Dead on my feet. Then my sorrows gave way to rage. Rage and indignation. I swore with the utmost conviction that I, mere Matoran though I was, would never rest until the horrendous, sadistic monstrosity that had committed this utmost pinnacle of crimes would meet the fate it deserved! Then my mind began to split, stretching into many different directions at once. Rage, sorrow, confusion, fear, pain, terror, anger, and many others I could not identify. After I know not how long, through this dirge of darkness that lay upon my mind, I came to myself enough to be overcome with sorrow once more. I slumped down before the pedestal, gripping it for mere life, hardly able to feel anything of my body. Nay, all was pain, all was hopelessness. All was nothing but a great pit of sorrow. My life was now meaningless. Without the Mask, which had become my deep obsession for so long, which had become my very life, what more meaning could there be to continuing on in the realm of physical existence? As I reached the very bottom of my pit of sorrow, something clicked. Something shifted. It was as if a message directly from Mata Nui had been injected in my dejected mind. Something stirred deep within my subconscious. What if the Mask, what if this pitiless little heap that lay before me, what if this object of horror and desolation, was in fact not that Mask of Mim Brano! What if it was a fake? As incredible as it seemed that it could possibly be so, it was more understandable than was the notion that the glorious Mask was in fact broken! Yes, that had to be the answer. It must be. It was the answer. Deep within the core of my being I knew it to be true. Slowly I gathered myself from the dark recesses of doubt in which I had found myself. Breathing hard, I stood before that pedestal, glaring hard at the two pieces of evil deception that lay upon it. I picked them up and examined them carefully, every facet. After doubly satisfying myself that they must certainly be fake, I stretched my arm over the far edge of the tower, at the bottom of which lay a molten lake. After a moment's hesitation, I let the two little pieces of shiny, golden evil fall to their demise. Then I turned back to the pedestal. That wasn't all there was to it. There had to be more! Obsessively, knowingly, assuredly, desperately, I ran my hands and eyes over the stone surface, as well as the tower itself, searching for a clue! I'd nearly given up hope twice now, I would not allow myself into that terrible pit again! But as I did this the tower gave a sudden, sickening lurch. I grasped at the pedestal as I was nearly thrown clear. Then looking out across the lake I watched in horror as the very far wall of the cave was split asunder, a great wave of lava spilling down into the chamber. My time was almost out. For whatever reason the Temple of the Mask was about to be lost forever! Half-mad, I looked behind me at the entrance to the temple, to the point beyond which lay the light of day and my only hope of safety. I was torn. But I knew that if I left now, when I knew the Mask was here somewhere, I would spend the rest of my days as nought but an empty shell, devoid of any reason for existing. Frantically I hastened my search, there had to be a clue! I found nothing on the tower floor, nothing on the pedestal itself, until. . . What Lord of Fortune smiled upon me I knew not, but just when all seemed lost my fingertip pressed into a small depression, which only deepened as my fingertip pressed into it. I heard the sound of sliding stone, of mechanisms turning and clicking, and then. . . a hidden compartment slid out of the pedestal. I knew it. I'd known it. And I'd been right! Numb as I was I looked down upon the beautiful Golden Mask of Mim Brano that lay, formerly hidden, in the compartment, that I'd simply known to be here somewhere. Gently I scooped it up and briefly wondered if and how I could possibly escape with it as the tremendous tidal wave of lava surged toward me across the lake. There was no time to wonder, no time to think, the wave was nigh upon me. I pressed the Mask to my chest and chin, holding it tightly, as the rest of the world faded from my realm of awareness. The Mask and I. . . together at last. All was light. All was beauty. I could have sat there forever, with the Mask tight in my arms, in pure contentment. An age passed then and there on that tower. Then reality set in again. I was flung to the floor of the top of the tower as the wave struck. Streams of lava burst out upon either side of the tower as it teetered and began to fall. I grasped the Mask tightly. Whatever would befall us, we would go together. The tower leaned out farther and farther, and as it did I was forced to adjust my position so as to avoid falling off. As I stood upon the side of the pedestal, now sticking out nigh horizontal, I saw that the point upon which the top of the tower would land was just before the entrance! Quickly I gathered my wits about me. Just before the tower struck the ground, I leaped clear, and the tower crashed and crumbled behind me. I landed in a clumsy roll, Mask between my folded arms and against my chest. I was dazed and hurt but undaunted. The Mask itself remained without a mark upon its golden surface. The wave of lava had lost a little ground on me, but it now surged nigh upon me. There was no time to lose. Instantly I rose and ran, half-clumsily, toward the point of our salvation. By some miracle we reached it just in time, and I moved my aching body as fast as it would go up the steps. The lava splashed into the stairwell, large drops of it singing my armor, but I had the determination of a cornered Kavinika in me. Clenching my teeth and giving a slow cry I forced myself up those steps, the lava surging upwards behind me but always a few steps below. One time the lava reached the very sole of my foot before I could snatch it out, but still I would neither slow nor stop. After what felt like hours upon hours of forcing my unwilling body onwards, I saw daylight above me, and renewed vigor pushed my dying limbs out into the open. I hurtled into the daylight, landing in a crumpled heap in the clearing under which had been hidden the Temple of the Mask. The lava stopped at the very top with a gurgle, then slowly began its retreat, as if it had been some great and terrible predator desperate to devour me, only to give up upon realization of its failure. My body was frayed, my armor half-gone, my mask damaged. But I didn't care. I felt on top of the world. I felt a king. I felt pure joy well up inside me. I stood, and held the Mask high above me, marveling at its incredible beauty. Despite my narrow escape, its surface was still completely unharmed and undamaged. It sparkled in the sunlight like so many golden diamonds. It shone out upon the world with its brilliant light. I couldn't believe it. I'd done it. I'd found the Mask. I'd found the greatest artifactual treasure in the history of the world! My eyes glazed over as I beheld it, laughing giddily though it must surely cause my broken body terrible pain. What new wonders and glory would now be known in this world of ours, now that the Mask of Mim Brano was ours! Oh, Golden Mask of Mim Brano. . . For too long hast thou been lost to glory, but rediscovered now, at last! I was so happy! I was so joyful! I felt pure light inside me and could not feel the pain of my body. Nay, it was even greater than this, the feeling was beyond indescribable. The glorious, incredible feeling built up inside me until I thought I would burst. To my wonder it felt as though I were expanding, as though I were stretching beyond the limits of my body. I could feel the wind. I could feel the trees. I could feel the mountains, the seas, the rivers. I could feel the skies. A plethora of new and wondrous sights, sounds, and feelings surged within me. Then began the next step of my journey, in which I would discover an even greater light and glory than that of the Mask, as my old, lifeless shell fell to the ground, still clutching that wonder that was. . . the Mask of Mim Brano. Well, there you have it, the satirical adventure of the Golden Mask. Criticism is welcome, and I hope you enjoyed it! EDIT: New word count: 5,643. Wait. . . I know I didn't alter it that much. I guess it's counting each Matoran letter as an individual word? Ah, well.
  24. (Hey guys, here's something I wrote that I am rather proud of, I thought I'd share it with you all and hopefully get some feedback.) Our“Great”Adventure As I walk along the battlefield, delivering a message to my captain, I scan the ground around me. There are massacred and mutilated bodies, some burned to blackened heaps by flamethrowers. Skulls crushed on the ground, and bodies with faces contorted in sickening pain. They are all dirty and wrecked, some I can hardly distinguish from the decimated landscape around them. These, these are the young men who smiled at the thought of the adventure of war, who cheerfully waved to their mothers goodbye, confidently promising to be home before Christmas. These bodies I find, never more than seven feet apart, are what is left of those lively young men. I have watched horrors beyond imagining. Today, on this very field, we were charging from a trench. My friend leaped out of the trench, only to be beat brutally by a German soldier. He shot and killed the soldier, and was immediately torched by a flamethrower. I think his body is over there, by that bloodstained rock with the deformed body lying over it. This war is worse than any nightmare I could ever conjure up. About a week ago, the Germans used mustard gas, I stood, shocked, horrified beyond belief, as some of our troops, unable to retrieve masks in time, tripped and stumbled, gasping and hacking, choking for a breath of something other than the terrible poison that had been released upon us. As I watched this, there was suddenly gunfire, as the Germans, equipped with gas masks, approached, killing those of us lucky enough to survive the gas. Then they started the flamethrowers, and the thick air, which was difficult to see through, was brightened for us, so that we could see those who were still choking on the gas, and watch more of our own being torched and shot. Of course we fought back, but they had the advantage, and we lost that trench, only to gain it back today. This is not what we signed up for, we all joined this horrific war for the adventure of our lives, not to have imprinted into our minds the freakish and inhuman torture inflicted upon those on the battlefield. I know what this message I am delivering holds. I of course did not read it, as I am not supposed to, but the one who gave it to me to deliver to my captain stated as he handed it to me, “Here, deliver to your captain the good news that all is going well on your front.” Now, as I think back on those words, I wonder how he could say that all is going well. Perhaps we are pushing the Germans back more than they are pushing us, but let him spend a day on the fronts that hold these horrific inhuman tortures, and he will see that, no matter the outcome of this war, nothing went well. The truth is, this war is ######, and none of us will make it out alive.
  25. Before I start, let me just say that this series was inspried by Leraku's Dents, Dings, and Disasters along with Tapika's Improv. This is a choose your own adventure series displayed here. A series called Monsterous Labyrinth First:1. Character 'actions' must be adressed to the character's name. I.E <Name>: <action>2. Action commands MUST be sent in PM, to remove clutter to the topic. If this rule is disobeyed, the command will simply be ignored.3. Credit goes to my good friend Phinto for the sprites.4. More might come soon.Let's start now.An elementless Matoran awakes in an empty room. He has only a Kanoka and Akaku. His Kanohi states his name is "Kreos". What does it mean? He scans the room. The words "Tiru no Kiba" are written in teal on the wall behind him. What is that? Some kinder-language? He scans for life and other elements. He finds both, alright. The elements come in the form of monsters and weapons. Simple, fight monsters, collect weapons. Not hard. He decides it's time to explore.What happens next?
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