Bionicle Mafia II: Electric Boogaloo HD Edition

[Portalfig]

If one was to look upon the village of Le-Koro on any other day, they would have found a sanctuary of happiness and peace. The streets would be filled with mirthful Matoran, all talking, laughing, and sharing the joys of life. Not a single window would be shut, and the bright day would be enjoyed by all. Music would ring out as well, filling the air and lifting up the spirits of the downtrodden sky high, and Matoran dance throughout the city.

 

This day was different though. On this day, the village in the trees was completely silent. Doors were closed and bolted shut, as fear prowled through the village. The only signs of life in most the streets were the instruments that had once brought such joy to the village, left forgotten on the ground. The leaves rustled softly above the village, bringing a whisper to stir the somber silence.

 

A red Matoran stood, motionless, in the center of the town square - the only Matoran to be seen outside. Was it really only this morning that I brought the news here? Tavahka mused, It feels like this place hasn’t been touched in an eternity...

 

Slowly he turned and looked towards his home village, towards Ta-Koro. He fought against the tide of memories that rushed to overtake him, but they swept in against his will. He remembered the fire, the screams of pain. He remembered getting away, and worst of all, he remembered looking back.

 

Mata Nui, that look back.

 

He had turned, and what he saw had stunned him. He saw Ta-Koro, his home, burn in the very liquid that had been their living. Seeing his everything burn and everyone he had ever known melt into nothing had left him in shock. Just the thought of that moment brought sudden tears to his eyes, which he began to wipe away furiously. He didn’t know what had caused the corruption of his friends, or who was responsible for the civil war that had overtaken Ta-Koro in its’ final hours. But, he feared that they were still out there, somewhere, and that the horrors would renew themselves soon.

 

He began to move, slowly heading towards his temporary house while lost in his thoughts. His hands shook with fear at the sight he had seen. Memories of his friends still haunted him, and he couldn’t stand to think about the fact that he would never see them again. Tavahka wiped his eyes again, struggling to keep the tears in but failing drastically.

 

Every crack made him jump, every slight sound made fresh tears spring into his eyes. He shambled to the house he had been directed to earlier that day, hoping that sleep would claim his tired body soon. He hadn’t gotten any rest since the bloodbath had started, and so he pushed along, struggling to reach his bed. Everyone else had gone away, mourning in their own ways. But they had left him, here in the middle of the town all alone.

 

He closed his eyes, and he pictured the faces of those brutish caricatures of his friends, thirsty for blood. The sun was setting as he finally collapsed into his room. This was towards the outskirts of town, because it was as far away from the wreckage of Ta-koro Tavahka could get. The door thudded shut, and Tavahka closed his eyes and wondered. Wondered what could have happened if he had stayed. Wondered what he could have done to save somebody’s life, anyone’s life. Wondered if he could have the courage to keep living.

 

He opened his eyes, still seeing phantoms of the deranged. This one was different though. This one didn’t go away as he focused more and more on it.

 

“Did you miss us?” a voice hissed, startling Tavahka to the ground. This was no vision or memory, one of the killers had found him already!

 

Tavahka opened his mouth to scream, scrambling backwards, but was silenced before he could. His body slammed into the ground, as the killer stood up and grinned while wiping his knife clean.

 

“Let’s get ready to exterminate the rest of these insects.” he spat out, to seemingly nobody.

 

The darkness itself seemed to grow darker, and the blood-red armored killer began to feel an uncomfortable sensation.

 

He was nervous.

 

“Your services will no longer be required.” a cacophony of voices spoke. “You’ve completed your task.”

 

Suddenly the killer found his lungs filling with some foreign substances. He clawed at his throat, struggling for breath. In mere moments his body hit the floor, right next to his victim.

 

Four beings stepped out of the dark. Each wore armor like the Matoran, but they were not simply villagers like the rest. No, these were monsters, traitors in every regard, and they were going to destroy any hope the village had left. They would not stop until their mission was accomplished.

 

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The next day, a red Hau was found in the center of the village, cut through with a savage M. The worst fears of those living in the small village were coming true. Their brothers had already fallen prey to this cult, who was to say if they could survive it?

Bionicle Mafia II: Electric Boogaloo HD Edition

 

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Remember this, anybody? No? Okay...

 

Basically I said I was going to write a Mafia epic long before Voltex started his epic. But then he beat me to it, and while I was writing this one, I realized that it really should probably be over here in comedies instead.

 

After two years I finally have it in a state I am sorta okay with. This opening wasn't very funny, but things get a little more... off kilter in a bit. So yeah, let's do this.

 

All of the scenes have stayed intact, as far as deaths go, as well as the fact I use much of what was actually said in topic and in PM as dialogue. So it gets pretty silly, if you remember how this game went haha

 

So yeah.

 

Thoughts?

[Ghidora131]

Just a soft reminder~

 

Try to keep it at least 50% funny, or it won't count.

[Voltex]

A pretty good introductory chapter; I can confirm that later chapters are funnier versus the rather dark setup in this one.

[Trijhak]

If I remember the PMs right, the later parts of this are going to get very, very weird. Which is good, because this is the comedies forum.

 

I remember when you originally said you were writing this, and now it's here. I frankly can't wait to see how some of the PM shenanigans translate into epicomedy form.

[Portalfig]

Yeah, like I said, it gets much more silly. As it is, the Day Scenes are much more funny then the night ones, but the tones of the two kinda start to bleed together towards the end.

 

I really would have rather put this in Epics, because it wasn't written with humor in mind, especially at first. Once we get around day 2, though. there is no way it would have stayed there anyways. Things start getting really ridiculous. =P

 

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Night One

“Nope, nope, nope, nope.” The Le-Matoran whispered under his breath as he ran back home. After seeing the death of that Ta-Matoran this morning, he knew that it was time to get out of here. He wasn’t going to die, not today. He had no tolerance for gross or dead things and most certainly not for being dead himself. He would not accept that at all.

So it was he was sprinting home, over bridges and under branches. He had to get back home before dark fell, he would be safe there. He had it all prepared for an event just like this. Once he was safely indoors, there was no way anybody would be able to get him in or out.

He had crates of Madu Cabola, plenty of other non-explosive foods, and water to last him at least three months. There was no way he would ever get killed once he was in his fortress.

The sun set, a crow cawed, night was coming.

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On the other side of the village, a Matoran stealthily slipped out of the house as the moon began to rise. He checked all sides, looking for any sign of movement. Good. He thought, as he quietly walked across the wooden platform. Like any one of these local Le-Matoran, he knew how to avoid the creaky spots.

 

He readjusted the small bag on his hip, making sure he didn’t drop anything. He was sure it would all be of vital importance later.  

 

He stepped quietly, and nobody would be able to suspect a thing.

 

Well, that is except for the dark figure behind him. The figure stood there quietly, looking intently at the retreating Matoran, and nodded silently.

The figure had found what it had came for.

 

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Elsewhere, in a brightly lit room, furnished well with tables and chairs, a strange meeting was taking place.

“G'day everyone!” A figure said, shadowy clouds billowing out from behind them slowly.

 

“I want to welcome you all to our new headquarters; take a seat, or a look around, there should be enough room for everybody.”

A different figure with sickly green armor plopped down, lounging on one of the many seats in the room. With one leg dangling over the arm of the chair, it spoke.

“This has a disappointing lack of scheming. We're traitors, where's the scheming and the plotting and the wanting to kill everyone else and the bloodlust? Did somebody lose the bloodlust? If so, let's regain it.” It said stiltedly, clenching its’ fist. “We need to kill somebody else. Who will be most likely to impede our progress?”

 

The first figure shook its’ head. “Scheming and plotting and bloodlust is one thing, but nobody else has showed up yet. It is kind of hard to do so without the rest of our group! I’ve got an idea, though. Maybe we could go for the more experienced Matoran first, their leaders.”

The sickly one jumped up. “Yeah! But, wait... Going after that Lloyd guy would be too predictable, considering that he’s basically the most experienced out of anybody. Let’s go with the evil robot. Or, how about Zakaro?”

It began to pace back and forth, shaking with rage. “Yes, yes... We could string them up, and maybe it will make them lose hope, and that is what we want them to lose.”

“I say we go for Zakaro too.” A new voice, hard and sharp, said. The shadowy one and the sickly one looked over at the newcomer. Neither could tell when he had gotten there, but he had the time to conjure a throne for himself. His eyes were hidden under a massive hat.

“It’s agreed then.” The shadowy one said. “I’ll go execute Zakaro.”

The other two nodded, and then in an instant, the shadowy one was gone.

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“I’ll be safe in here.“ The Matoran said as he bustled around his house. “Surely I will. After all, it’s not like they can go through walls or anything. They will be just normal Matoran, like me, right? They are just a little crazy. They won’t get me.”

He took off his Hau and scratched his head, checking all his supplies once again. He really needed to settle down, but he was getting increasingly nervous that something bad was going to happen. A premonition, if you will.

And we all know what happens to people who have premonitions in stories like this.

There was a slight whoosh behind Zakaro. He whirled around, but suddenly all the lights went out, and his fortress was pitch black.

“You have quite the stockpile here.” A foreign voice spoke smoothly. “It really is a shame that you just didn’t gather everything up right. You are missing the most important...” The voice paused for a moment, seemingly looking for a word to describe what it meant. ”thing you could have.” It decided.

Zakaro fell down in terror, scrambling backwards. Suddenly he felt as his limbs were grabbed, and he was held still to the ground.

“Do you want to know what that most important object is?” The voice said from across the room.

Zakaro shook, and fought against the strange forces holding on to him. Suddenly he felt another one grabbing his throat, and he began to fade away. But right before he did, he heard one last thing, whispered in his ear.

“Oxygen.”

[Taka Nuvia]

Yo. How could I only find this now? It's great, and I actually remember you planning this. Cool thing it's actually happening. :]

And Night One was actually really entertaining.

Edited February 17, 2015 by Schroedinger's Visorak