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  1. Hey guys. Sorry for the lack of updates lately, I had a rollicking good time finishing up my last week of classes before break. But now I'm back with a Thanksgiving Pile-o-Fun before returning to do finals.Chapter 6: Thanksgiving Turkey Time Tussle, Part 1Everyone groaned with agony after they finished Icarax’s epic meal.Takanuva: Oh the horror! Tren Krom: TREN KROM DOES NOT SEE THE ISSUE HERE.Greg: No really, why don’t they include this in the video? They don’t even have a disclaimer like “don’t eat giant piles of bacon at home”.Binkmeister: Greg? Can I talk to you for a second?Greg: Of course Bink.Binkmeister and Greg stepped out of the dining room.Greg: Look, if the food was poisoned it’s not my –Binkmeister: Greg, I’m considering retirement.Greg: Buh? Binkmeister: I mean come on. Back in my younger days as a BZPower administrator, I probably could have crashed through the concrete wall of a secret Iranian nuclear facility without any issue.Greg: I don’t think you –Binkmeister: No, I definitely could. And I did once. Don’t tell anyone though. But now, I’m old Greg. I just want to retire to a nice little cottage in the reference desk and laugh at Brony arguments.Greg: Well, this is some heavy news Bink.Binkmeister: Isn’t it? I was waiting for the right time to tell you and I figured that if I died of heart disease from Icarax’s cholesterol pile you would never know that you are my handpicked successor.Greg: Well gosh Bink, this is an honor!Binkmeister: There’s an issue though. You need a Masters of Business Administration to have my job.Greg: I don’t remember you getting an MBA Bink.Binkmeister: Yeah I did. Actually, I’m Dr. Bink.Greg: Wow, didn’t remember that either.Binkmeister: You will have to do this in secret. I’m counting on you Greg!Binkmeister used his grappling hook and sailed out the window.Greg: Yeah, that’s unsafe. Hopefully he retires to somewhere that’s safe for non-stuntmen.Tren Krom: TREN KROM HEARD EVERYTHING AND IS COMING WITH GREG TO COLLEGE.Greg: Absolutely not Tren. Do you understand how rigorous college is academically?Tren Krom: NO BUT TREN KROM HAS LISTENED TO ASHER ROTH’S “I LOVE COLLEGE” AND IT DOESN’T SEEM SO BAD.Greg: The fact that Asher Roth made a song called “I Love College” should tell you something about his reputability.Tren Krom: FAIR ENOUGH. TREN KROM STILL WISHES TO LEARN.Greg: Did you even graduate high school?Tren Krom: DID YOU EVEN RUN A UNIVERSE GREG? Greg: …Tren Krom: THOUGHT SO. TIME TO RETURN TO TREN KROMS HIGH SCHOOL AND FINALLY TALK TO HIS GUIDENCE COUNSELOR.Tren Krom slithered under the wall, got in T-Pain’s Mercedes, and drove to Bara Magna High School.Tren Krom: WHAT’S GOOD TEACH.Angonce: Ugh, hello Tren. Didn’t you walk out of here a few years ago and say that you were going to make more money as a garbage collector?Tren Krom: YES BUT TREN KROM IS NOW ON THE SILVER SCREEN.Tren Krom took a Kindle out of his pocket with a picture of himself on it.Angonce: What do you want?Tren Krom: TREN KROM WANTS THE COLLEGE.Angonce: Tren Krom needs to not speak in third person if he wants to have any chance at getting into college.Tren Krom: TREN KROM IS SEVERAL METRIC TONS, COULD BLOCK AN ENTIRE SIDE OF A STADIUM, AND CAN PLAY EVERY POSITION IN FOOTBALL.Several NCAA scouts suddenly pressed up against the door.Tren Krom: PROBLEM TEACHER? Angonce: Alright! Fine, I’ll get your SAT scores mailed. And I’m not your teacher.-Greg’s House-Takanuva: So Greg, I overheard you were planning on going to college?Greg: I already went to college, but I need a MBA.Takanuva: Whatever, you can’t spell MBA without BA! You already have two thirds! Time to fulfill my dream and get that golden opportunity of a college diploma!Greg: Takanuva, I never knew you didn’t go to college.Takanuva: Yeah, there was a bit of a bias in the admissions office…-University of Ko-Metru-Teridax: I am the shadow that guards the admissions – oh, its you.Takanuva: Yeah…Teridax: Well this is awkward. Takanuva: I take it my application has been declined?Teridax: You assume correctly. Bye!-Greg’s House-Takanuva: It’s not what you know, it’s who you know!Greg: It doesn’t help that you had an SAT score of 100.Takanuva: Um…tests are for the weak minded!Greg: Takanuva, you get 200 points for writing your name on the test.Takanuva: Uh. Greg: Per section.Takanuva: Leave me alone. Once I show them my special Kohlii move, they’ll have no choice but to let me in!Greg: I don’t think any school has a Kohlii league. University of Ko-Metru cut theirs due to funding.Takanuva: Seriously? Who cuts Kohlii? Greg: Definitely not the three people who care about it as a sport.Takanuva: Slow your roll, Greg. As a matter of fact, halt your bakery. Kohlii has a proud heritage. I will make sure it returns to the mainstream!Greg: Good luck with that. I have applications to do.The rest of the guests cleared out and Greg went up to his computer.Greg: Let’s see the cost of a master’s degree…Computer: Warning! Number is too big for monitor.Greg: Seriously? It’s only like $50,000. Still a lot, but…Computer: Nope. Sorry man.Greg: That can’t be right. Someone must have raised tuition.-Nuparu’s House-Nuparu: Ha! I got you this time Greg! I got you good! -Greg’s House-Greg: Well this is awkward. I guess I can’t do it. Sorry Bink, I let you down.Bink: It’s okay Greg.Greg: …why are you in my house? Bink: I got bored.Greg: It’s 11:00pm at night.Bink: Whatever. I think you’ll do fine without a degree.Greg: Wait, really?Bink: Yeah! Mark Zuckerberg never graduated from college.Greg: But I did.Bink: Oh. Well we’ll see then. You start tomorrow!Greg: WHAT?! :OMG:Bink: A little uncomfortable with the responsibility?Greg: No…this is A Day in the Life of GregF. It’s supposed to be one day. We don’t know what happens when I go to sleep!Bink: Relax. No one will pay enough attention to the title to worry.Greg: We’ll see. Good night Bink.Binkmeister sailed out the window with his wingsuit as Greg fell asleep.---Greg woke up and realized he was sitting at his desk.Greg: What the…Carapar: Greg, I need help with invitations for the dinner party I’m throwing.Greg: Yeah, get in line. Wait, what dinner party? Aren’t you still stuffed from Icarax’s epic meal?Carapar: Who? Whatever Greg. I’m talking about the one that Ehlek is making me throw after he hurt himself rappelling through my wall.Greg: Huh. That’s odd.Carapar: Oh, forget it. You’re no help. I’ll go ask Bink in human resources.Greg: Didn’t Bink retire?Carapar: No, stupid. What gave you that idea? I’ve heard rumors about Ehlek considering it though.Carapar walked off, leaving Greg confused.Greg: Something is wrong here. I may have to violate the Farshtey Protocol.The Farshtey Protocol, designed to stop bored people on BZPower from suing Lego, meant that Greg couldn’t read fan fiction in case it inadvertently inspired him. But this was a strange time, and desperate measures had to be taken. Greg logged onto BZPower and looked in the Comedies forum.Greg: Hey, where’s A Day in the Life of Me?Greg couldn’t find it anywhere. There was just a comedy called Makuta Hunt. Returning to the Libraries menu, he saw that the Short Stories forum had thousands of posts every minute. Then, he went to the Epics forum and saw what he feared:A Day in the Life of Carapar: by The Professional Great Being of Kansas City.Greg: What…no! No!Ending guy: Will Greg get out of this strange universe? Will Tren Krom and Takanuva find academic success via athletics? How many parts will this chapter be? Find out in Chapter 7!
  2. I'm probably not going out unless I have a riot shield or something. I'm considering some online deals though. Anyone know of anything really cool?
  3. this post made my daypop music sells albums but it'll never win awards. people (and by people i mean teenagers) like katy perry because she sings about love and other such garbage that they can relate to, and she sings it to a catchy beat. it's all flash. no substance. is that overrated? or is it just appealing to peoples more shallow sides?Well put. Pop music gives the people what they want. It's shallow and commercial, but by no means overrated.
  4. You understand that Pop music is designed for large amounts of people to like it, right? Short for "popular", and by its nature a lot of people will like it or it wouldn't be pop. I don't view either of those artists as overrated because what you see is what you get. Bieber is a teen pop idol, just as much as Demi Lovato and the Jonas Brothers. I think almost everyone realizes that he has no discernable musical talent and that most of his (female) fans like him because they think he's a cute little kid, not because he's the legendary 5th Beatle hatched from an egg. Katy Perry too is a prototypical pop singer, and I'm not sure why you would single her out over Ke$ha or Lil Wayne. Her Teenage Dream album has the same number of #1 singles as Michael Jackson's Bad. Like Bieber, I've never seen anyone describe her as anything other than a pop star: not the most talented artist in the world, but they make fun catchy little songs that are fun to listen to."Popular" is not synonymous with "overrated". I think this thread is trying to figure out what bands people think are more talented and respected than they actually are. Look at some of the other bands listed as overrated: Queen, The Beatles, Metallica, and all those other bands. These are bands that are often listed as the top rock bands of the decade. I've never seen Katy Perry or Justin Bieber listed as the best artists of the decade. In terms of sales, they aren't even up there. For something to be overrated, it has to be acclaimed by a decent amount of people. Katy Perry's Teenage Dream, for all its #1 singles, received something like 52% on Metacritic. Evidently, it's not viewed as anything more than a collection of catchy pop hits.Here's a better example: Nirvana's "Nevermind" scored a perfect 100 on Metacritic (I checked, doesn't have forums), which means that critics think it is a flawless act of music. However, the fan reviews averge out to about 72%. That suggests something is overrated, when critics love it more than actual listeners do. Outkast's album Stankonia earned a 95%, making it the best reviewed hip-hop album on the site, but others claim that Outkast was simply making weird music for the sake of critical acclaim. Yet I don't see a single pop artist with over 90% on Metacritic.You're definitely entitled to your opinion, but I just felt the need to say this because pop bashing on the internet is incredibly overdone. It just seems like once you get online, everyone rushes to hate any album or single that stays on the charts for a while. It may be annoying, it may be overplayed, but that is the essence of pop music. It will get played at all the dances and obviously on all the pop stations. It doesn't mean people think it is a musical masterpiece. It means that as a whole, people enjoy it. Maybe you don't and that's fine, but pop music is by no means overrated. People like it, but they rarely think it's "good".I wasn't singling Perry out; she's just one of the many pop artists I seem to see/hear everywhere I go.And I get the concept of Pop music. But like most abbreviated things, its cultural meaning is Pop, not Popular. The reason I can't stand Pop is because it's purely commercial music. Pop artists only do what their producers tell them to do, and they only do it for money. Real music comes from the heart (sure someone is going to mention that I like Dubstep, but whatever =p), and Pop does not. Lots of Pop artists have good talent, but none of it is really put to use. I'm sure that Ke$ha has a good voice, but because Autotune is popular, her producer gets an editor to make her voice sound fake, so she makes more fame/money. It's a pretty disgusting catch-22, like a rapidly-worsening influence on modern society (referring to everyone who loves Pop).If you wanna make a #1 hit, get a teenage girl to write a poem, make a Pop singer sing it, make her voice sound robotic, get a rapper to say something in the middle of the song, and spend five minutes putting together a beat.All Pop music of today seems to be the same; a hot woman singing very silly auto-tuned lyrics, with a cliche, boring, un-catchy beat for some rhythm. And every one that makes it to the top ten gets a music video of that Pop star wearing twenty weird outfits and big sunglasses staring into the camera, with some dude bobbing his head while driving her car. Cliche, boring, and meaningless. That's an apt description of pop music and I agree completely (except the beat is designed to be catchy. Not just subjectively, I've heard of producers actually testing a beat on people in studies to see if it appeals to them psychologically. That's why California Gurls sounds like Tik Tok.) but I still don't think that constitutes it as overrated. It is commercial music designed to make money, and to me that makes it the McDonalds of music genres. People will eat there regardless of it being bad for them, but they'll never claim it's choice sirloin they're being served.Another example of pop music being catchy is Werewolves of London and Sweet Home Alabama. The guy used the exact same tune from Lynard Skynard a few years later and still soared up the charts. Some tunes are just catchy.
  5. You understand that Pop music is designed for large amounts of people to like it, right? Short for "popular", and by its nature a lot of people will like it or it wouldn't be pop. I don't view either of those artists as overrated because what you see is what you get. Bieber is a teen pop idol, just as much as Demi Lovato and the Jonas Brothers. I think almost everyone realizes that he has no discernable musical talent and that most of his (female) fans like him because they think he's a cute little kid, not because he's the legendary 5th Beatle hatched from an egg. Katy Perry too is a prototypical pop singer, and I'm not sure why you would single her out over Ke$ha or Lil Wayne. Her Teenage Dream album has the same number of #1 singles as Michael Jackson's Bad. Like Bieber, I've never seen anyone describe her as anything other than a pop star: not the most talented artist in the world, but they make fun catchy little songs that are fun to listen to."Popular" is not synonymous with "overrated". I think this thread is trying to figure out what bands people think are more talented and respected than they actually are. Look at some of the other bands listed as overrated: Queen, The Beatles, Metallica, and all those other bands. These are bands that are often listed as the top rock bands of the decade. I've never seen Katy Perry or Justin Bieber listed as the best artists of the decade. In terms of sales, they aren't even up there. For something to be overrated, it has to be acclaimed by a decent amount of people. Katy Perry's Teenage Dream, for all its #1 singles, received something like 52% on Metacritic. Evidently, it's not viewed as anything more than a collection of catchy pop hits.Here's a better example: Nirvana's "Nevermind" scored a perfect 100 on Metacritic (I checked, doesn't have forums), which means that critics think it is a flawless act of music. However, the fan reviews averge out to about 72%. That suggests something is overrated, when critics love it more than actual listeners do. Outkast's album Stankonia earned a 95%, making it the best reviewed hip-hop album on the site, but others claim that Outkast was simply making weird music for the sake of critical acclaim. Yet I don't see a single pop artist with over 90% on Metacritic.You're definitely entitled to your opinion, but I just felt the need to say this because pop bashing on the internet is incredibly overdone. It just seems like once you get online, everyone rushes to hate any album or single that stays on the charts for a while. It may be annoying, it may be overplayed, but that is the essence of pop music. It will get played at all the dances and obviously on all the pop stations. It doesn't mean people think it is a musical masterpiece. It means that as a whole, people enjoy it. Maybe you don't and that's fine, but pop music is by no means overrated. People like it, but they rarely think it's "good".I've posted a lot in this thread about my take on the Biebs but I haven't actually posted for the topic. I'll change that:Overrated: Tyler the Creator, Eminem's recent work, Lil Wayne and everyone on the Cash Money Records roster, Metallica, Coldplay, Jay-Z, Mac Miller and Wiz Khalifa, Breaking Benjamin, most country music, Oasis, Mumford and Sons, Kings of Leon, Snoop Dogg, Eazy-E, and 2Pac.Underrated: Tech N9ne, Hopsin, and Nas. I feel most rap music ends up being overrated ("Drake's new album is the best ever!") or underrated like these guys. Pretty much the more popular artists turn people away from the entire genre.
  6. Cold and Flu season is here, which is why your chapter is not. Send chicken soup!

  7. Wow thats really sad... :PBut yeah not as bad as what I did in my 3-5 leauge... I gave up Arian Foster for 3 busts! (Kevin Kolb, Sidney Rice and Jammal Charles) And Freddy Jackson for Pitts D and Curtis Painter. (This isn't as bad as I had New England's D)I am still mad about it.I also drafted Rice. :/Almost all my original picks busted.Yeah...I got really messed up not getting a QB until David Garrard (SP?) and Josh Morgan going on IR as well...I have McGhee from the Jackson trade though! (Forgot about him)I traded Jamaal Charles and Rashard Mendenhall for McFadden and Ray Rice, so that worked out well for me.
  8. Author: Fresh Makuta of Bel-AirEntry: Rise of the RahkshiGood luck to everyone!
  9. Rise of the Rahkshi "You don't hurt 'em if you don't hit 'em."- Lieutenant General Lewis B. "Chesty" Puller, USMC Hafu looked down on the assembled Ta-Matoran from a rooftop. Their movement into Po-Metru had gone unchecked for days now. The mostly barren district, dotted with a few carver’s homes and sculptures, provided little in the way of natural barriers to keep out invaders or provide cover for the defenders. As a result, the 1st Po-Metru Squadron had been pushed back time after time and was in danger of being marched right into the sea.The fiery tempers of Ta-Matoran that started this civil war also made them very effective at prosecuting it. Their warriors were unafraid of collateral damage, Kanoka disks, and pretty much anything the Po-Matoran could throw at them. If there was one thing they feared, it was their commander Riami.Riami was a powerful trader before this whole mess started and was known for his hardline negotiating style and refusal to quit until his goals were met. This translated into warfare with considerable effectiveness. An old proverb went “the Great Spirit is in the heartstone of every Matoran”. That considered, Riami seemed to be on a mission to slay the Great Spirit himself judging by how many Matoran had fallen to his brutal, elite unit. Their merciless fighting style led to the nickname “Rahkshi” by both their allies and opponents.And now it was up to Hafu and his scouts to hold them off.Hafu had received word from the chain of command that their new Le-Matoran allies were cooking up a surprise for the Rahkshi. As a mere sergeant it wasn’t his place to know what this plan was, just that it was up to him to keep the Ta-Matoran occupied long enough to spring it.“Well, just me and my favorite Ta-Matoran marauders,” Hafu mumbled to himself. “I don’t care what rank Ahkmou is, he’ll get a piece of my mind after this.”Hafu grimaced as one of the wandering Ta-Matoran raiders kicked a statue over. He worked hard on that! His first reaction was to shout obscenities as he would have before the war, but then he remembered the assembled army below him. Not a good idea, Hafu.There was a tap on his shoulder that made Hafu jump up as if stung. “Mata Nui, Onewa! Announce yourself next time,” whispered Hafu. “I’m sure the Rahkshi would love that,” replied Onewa. “I have word from Ahkmou. Our spy reports that the Riami’s men plan on a rendezvous at the Archives, where they can meet up with Nuparu’s men. We don’t want them to get there. The last thing they need is that blasted Nuparu working on their weapons.” Hafu frowned. While Po-Metru was very much the manufacturing core of Metru Nui, the Onu-Matoran were mostly responsible for the design of the products produced there, including weapons. Allowing the Rahkshi to break through would practically hand them the district.“Alright, I think we should act now,” said Hafu, handing Onewa a Kanoka disk. “You run over to that other rooftop and shoot that guy in the face with this disk.” “What? What kind of plan is that?” said Onewa, flabbergasted. “Shoot that guy in the face? What guy? What disk is this anyway?” “Read the code genius, and I assumed you would realize Riami is the guy we want,” replied Hafu tersely. “Oh yeah great idea, let’s shoot a disk at the leader of a murderous band of Ta-Matoran and then walk away clean. Another Hafu original.” Their argument was interrupted by the edge of their rooftop being turned into some sort of topiary.“You Po-Matoran really need to learn some discretion,” yelled a Ta-Matoran from below. Hafu peered over the remains of the wall and saw about sixty Kanoka disk launchers pointed at him. “Oh yeah Onewa, my plan was awful. I like the “get everyone’s attention” tactic you’ve just employed, they’ll be teaching it in Ko-Metru –“ The rooftop froze. “Never mind, we can discuss this later,” said Hafu.Hafu and Onewa scampered across the rooftop, ducking all manner of Kanoka disks being lobbed at them. “You know, here’s a new plan,” panted Onewa. “We keep running around until they run out of Kanoka disks.” “I think a better plan would be to just trust my plan,” hissed Hafu. “If they run out of disks they take out their swords, and they may not have any fancy Kanoka powers but stabbing still seems pretty severe.” “Such a critic!” yelled Onewa, and threw the disk Hafu handed him into the crowd of Ta-Matoran. About forty-five of them vanished.“Wow, good deal,” said Hafu. “Glad I grabbed that high powered teleporting disk before the war broke out and the Ta-Matoran monopolized the darn things.” “I agree, this is probably one of the better results of a teleportation disk I’ve ever gotten,” said a voice behind Hafu. Hafu turned and saw Riami along with about ten other Ta-Matoran, now behind them on the rooftop. “Well that went poorly,” said Onewa.“Do you really think that we would so willingly let our Kanoka stockpile vanish?” smirked Riami. “Deceit is a funny thing, stone rat. Every Kanoka produced for export in the last three months has been mislabeled. That level eight disk was more like a level two. I’m surprised I moved as far as I did, although I can’t complain about the strategic value of ending up right behind your opponent.”Hafu grinned and held up a disk marked 421. Riami was visibly shocked. “I take it this isn’t a low powered disk?” smirked Hafu. “Wha-where did you get that?!” demanded Riami, and put a foot on Hafu’s chest, drawing his sword. “You don’t think we’re aware of your little plot? Reverse order is a terrible, terrible way to disguise something,” chided Hafu. “And judging by the look on your face I’d say this is the Great Kanoka Disk of Ko-Metru. Not something you should try to vandalize.”Riami looked like he was about to explode with anger, but his blade held fast out of fear of exploding with the most powerful freezing effect on Metru-Nui. “How do you know of the great disks, carver? That is considered a maskmaker’s secret,” growled Riami. “I personally dabble in maskmaking. It’s one of my favorite hobbies along with Akilini, Muaka wrestling, and helping Ta-Matoran with their anger issues,” joked Hafu. “Hafu, why would you view it as wise to annoy this guy?” sighed Onewa. “Well, we have the most powerful freezing disk on Metru Nui right now. If anyone tries anything, we’re all popsicles. Now I love me, but in terms of strategic value I think two carvers is a small price to pay for stopping the pride of the Ta-Matoran military,” explained Hafu.Onewa was startled. Hafu never spoke so selflessly before. His sole aim in the war had always seemed to be his own hide. Onewa remembered groaning when Hafu was promoted to sergeant and thought of entire units of Po-Matoran fleeing across the desert. What had changed? “I thought about it when I saw your man kick over that statue. I can run, I can hide, but not before you destroy everything I ever worked for and loved. I guess I’ve decided to make a stand.”The Ta-Matoran who hadn’t been teleported to the rooftop watched, transfixed by the exchange up above. One of them drew a fire staff.“Well, it’s been real Riami. You do have some anger issues to work out, so I think we should all chill out for a bit.” On that note, Hafu froze the entire rooftop.The dozen or so remaining Ta-Matoran were shocked. The majority of their chain of command was frozen on a rooftop, and there they sat almost leaderless. “Well what are you waiting for?” said the Matoran with the fire staff. “Let’s go thaw them out!” The Matoran raised his fire staff high and fired off the symbol of unity, duty, and destiny into the air. “Sergeant Vakama, with all due respect, what does that accomplish for us?” asked Nuhrii, looking up at his sergeant with a bemused expression. “This,” grinned Vakama, and a airship sped across the sky dropping several Le-Matoran in its wake. The company of Matoran levitated above the ground momentarily, and then spread out to surround the remainder of Riami’s troops.“Traitor!” gasped Nuhrii. “Am I?” asked Vakama. “I had a dream the other night; a dream of death. I’m sure you all have, but this was far darker. It was the death of the Great Spirit. If we are all part of Mata Nui, then why would we kill each other? This has to stop before everything ends.” “I knew it,” said Jaller, standing off to the side. “I say we kill him!” There were general yells of agreement from the surrounded Ta-Matoran. “Did you not hear anything I just said?” yelled Vakama. “You will kill Mata Nui, and for what? Border disputes? The price of protodermis?” “Shut your traitorous mouth!” said Kapura, drawing his sword. “Look at what you’ve become. They call you Rahkshi. Is that what you are, a beast? A monster?”“Hey, um, firespitters,” interrupted Matau, leader of the 1st Airborne Le-Matoran Squadron. “Before you kill old futurewatcher here, I’d just like to remind you that we have you surrounded. Just something to considerthink.” “You don’t think we can fight our way out? We’re Rahkshi! The most feared force on the –“ The Le-Matoran opened fire with a wide variety of disk powers. The boasts stopped, as did most other movement.“Well that should cease his bragsaying,” said Matau with a sense of finality. “You alright firespitter?” Vakama got up and pushed his way out of the circle of frozen and otherwise altered Ta-Matoran. “I think I got hit with a regeneration disk, so I feel great. By the way? Not the best disk to shoot at your opponents,” Vakama replied. Matau chuckled. “Oh firespitter. You truly are a joy to work with.” “Likewise,” said Vakama. “Maybe we’ll see each other again someday.” “Believe me, I’ll make a point of it,” said Matau and raised his hand to signal for his unit to fall in behind him. A small stasis bubble descended from the airship and picked up the Le-Matoran, returning them to the skies.Vakama now stood alone in what seemed like a vast field of icy sculptures. The Rahkshi would thaw, no doubt, but they had prevented what seemed to be inevitable defeat. Perhaps these Po-Matoran could return to their homes soon. Perhaps a settlement could be reached.But first, his friends had to be taken care of.Vakama climbed the steps of the half frozen carver’s hut and reached the roof. Taking out his fire staff, he thawed out Onewa and Hafu.“Thanks Vakama. Knew you’d come through,” said Onewa gratefully. He then turned and punched Hafu square in the jaw. “Ow! What was that for?” gasped Hafu. “For that obnoxiously corny line! Up until that point I hoped you would have been remembered in tales as a hero, but if the legends include the whole ‘chill out’ pun I think I’ll be sick.” “Yeah, you need to work on that a little. Now let’s get out of here, these guys won’t be frozen forever.” Vakama, Onewa, and Hafu turned away from the battlefield and walked off.---The trio of Matoran left just in time, as Riami was among the first to thaw. “Men! Rally around me! We will seek vengeance for this humiliation!” he yelled. Few Ta-Matoran joined him. He drew his sword. “You fight with me, or against me! Pick a side!” “Do you think the Great Spirit’s really dying?” asked Jaller, concerned. “Be concerned about your own death if you trouble me with such thoughts,” Riami replied. “Rally! We will make these stone rats pay!” “I don’t think the Great Spirit would take kindly to being killed,” said Jaller. “Have you considered that there may be some divine intervention coming our way if this continues?” “Nonsense. You make as much sense as those moronic seers on the Knowledge Towers. Fall in! We own Po-Metru tonight!”There was a horrific hiss from the direction of the Archives, and all of the remaining Rahkshi turned to see a massive horde of actual Rahkshi descending upon them. “Well, it was nice knowing you,” said Jaller, and moved in the opposite direction of the incoming horde along with a majority of Riami’s unit.Riami stood alone against the horde. “Come on, you ugly beasts! Face me! Face Riami, the true Rahkshi!” A large being appeared, grabbing Riami and disappearing.---The next thing Riami knew, he was walking with a strange giant with giant golden fangs. “I appreciate this whole ‘massacre’ thing you had going on,” said the being. “What – who are you?” gasped Riami, confused as to where he was. “I am Botar,” the being replied. “And you have given me quite the mess to clean up.”The lumbering Botar stopped short of a large imposing gate guarded by a silver giant. “Hello Hydraxon,” said Botar. “We’ve got another one.” “Great news, great news,” nodded Hydraxon. “Soon this entire ordeal will be over. Any news on the big man upstairs?” “Kind of a casual way to refer to the Great Spirit, but the news is not good. They’re dispatching a Toa team as we speak.” Riami, bold up until now, was horrified. What had he done?“And the Brotherhood?” “Oh you know Teridax,” spat Botar. “Has all the finesse of a Tahtorahk on ice. There’s roughly six hundred Rahkshi just ravaging Metru Nui right now. Because, you know, the best way to stop Matoran from killing each other is to kill them all.”“That’s a shame. At least we stopped this so-called ‘Rahkshi’,” mocked Hydraxon. Riami shook with terror. “How’s it going? That whole ‘fearless monster’ thing working out for you?” asked Hydraxon. Riami stammered but before he could answer Hydraxon aimed a sharp punch at his ribs. “You are not fearless it seems,” smirked Hydraxon. “But you are a monster. Have fun in there. Maybe you’ll make some new friends!” The jailer chuckled as he threw Riami roughly into The Pit.---As Vakama, Onewa, and Hafu continued their long foot journey back to the Po-Matoran headquarters, they found their way blocked by Jaller and a few other remnants of Riami’s Rahkshi.“Still? Have you not learned?” cried Vakama, exasperated. “No, I believe I have,” said Jaller. “Unity, duty, and destiny. It’s more important than I thought. It’s not some battle cry or anthem, it’s a way of life. Maybe I got so caught up in unity with my district that I forgot unity with my brothers.” “Agreed,” said Nuhrii. “When Riami stood there in front of that horde of Rahkshi I saw a madman. He truly is an affront to Mata Nui and I hope he gets his just desserts.”“Glad we’re in agreement then,” said Vakama. “So can we stop trying to kill each other?” Nuhrii laughed. “Of course…brother.”Hafu had to admit he was glad with how all this turned out. These ‘Rahkshi’, for all their faults, were some decent people in the end. He was glad to see them rise above the mob mentality of their leader and become something greater: Matoran, not beasts. “So Onewa,” began Hafu. “Yes, oh great one, your plan worked to perfection,” finished Onewa, rolling his eyes. “No, no. Nothing of the sort. I’d imagine that now that this whole thing is over they’ll probably get Akilini going again. Want to try out for the district team?” Onewa chuckled. “Akilini sounds like a great way to resolve our issues. Nobody gets hurt and everybody has a good time. How refreshing, actually.”“We just have to wait for those darn Rahkshi from the archives to stop their pillaging. Who thought that was a good idea, in all honesty?” frowned Hafu. “Actually,” said Onewa. “I’d prefer it if we didn’t mention Rahkshi for a while.”__________________________Well guys, there's my SSC8 entry. I'd never entered one of these before so I figured I'd give it a shot. Let me know what you think!
  10. Not really. I've never seen anyone claim that Justin Bieber is a good artist, just that a ton of people think he's cute. In fact since we're on the internet I think there is literally no one that likes Justin Bieber here.As a person, he's overrated. Musically? No one has ever claimed he's a musical genius.
  11. I picked up Cam Newton in two leagues after Week 1 and I've been sooooo happy. If there is a BZPower fantasy league I'd probably be good for joining. Five leagues this time around: 7-2, 7-2, 7-2, 4-5 (I thought CJ2K and Reggie Wayne would do fine but they had other ideas), and 6-3. In the first league one of the losses is by 3 points to a guy who has McCoy, Welker, Rodgers, and Forte and the other is when Peterson, Rice, and Foster decided to collectively choke.
  12. I won't lie, it looked all too familiar when Roethlisberger threw that touchdown. I thought Baltimore was going to lose another game in Pittsburgh.
  13. Just saw Harold and Kumar the other night. It was spectacular."The only Karate Kid I know is with Jackie Chan and my man Jaden Smith!"
  14. Hey guys. Chapter 5 was released yesterday so go check it out. It took longer but it's about 2800 words so there's your reason. That's probably longer than one of my entire comedies as a newb, true statement. Chapter 6 may be up tomorrow. Tuesdays are usually easier days for me and I don't have much lined up. Also the Ravens game last night was incredible, great comeback at the end.
  15. Hey guys. Chapter 5 was released yesterday so go check it out. It took longer but it's about 2800 words so there's your reason. That's probably longer than one of my entire comedies as a newb, true statement. Chapter 6 may be up tomorrow. Tuesdays are usually easier days for me and I don't have much lined up. Also the Ravens game last night was incredible, great comeback at the end.
  16. That was a great game, so glad that Baltimore came through at the end. I'm also glad that they drafted Torrey Smith because the Ravens needed a guy like that.And just think, Lee Evans hasn't played a game yet this season.
  17. Glad you enjoyed it. I'm just sorry I can't keep to a schedule better. It's getting close to my thanksgiving break and I think someone wants me to earn it judging by how ridiculous it's gotten these past few weeks. Sorry about the ribs, you can go get some McRibs to replace them if you want (for a limited time only). Explains what? :PIt's not bad that you got those references, I went for some of the bigger names. I'm also glad you got the Michael Bay/M Night references. You got the OSHA reference though? I thought no one would.The OSHA is a reference to the safety standard type thingies that are on lots of materials right? And it explains why Eminem is always yelling, why Icarax is still together, ETC.Yep, that's OSHA. I'm really happy you got that, I was worried when I put it in that no one would get it. Hafu will return, and he will have changed a lot. I can't say more but he will not have enjoyed his time with Zuckerberg.Need someone to create a social network? Why not Zuckerberg?
  18. Chapter 6 has tons of cholestoral. It's never really bothered Tren Krom though. Glad you liked the chapter though. Part of the reason for the delay is when I realized all that I wanted to do with this chapter it eventually got up to something like 2800 words and took a day longer than I thought it would.(arguably)See, it works after the statement too (arguably). Explains what? :PIt's not bad that you got those references, I went for some of the bigger names. I'm also glad you got the Michael Bay/M Night references. You got the OSHA reference though? I thought no one would.
  19. I enjoy writing it. Glad you like it.And now, at almost 3000 words, Chapter 5!Chapter 5: Cooking with GregGreg had all of five minutes to start re-writing the serial when Binkmeister crashed through the wall.Binkmeister: You wanted me, here I am.Greg: Seriously Bink? What are you – oh, that looks bad.Binkmeister’s everything looked hurt.Binkmeister: Oh what the – ow! This is just the injury I deserve for crashing through a wall but really not the one I needed right now.Greg: Pretty accurate summary I’d say.Binkmeister: You know what Greg? You created an unsafe working environment.Greg: …What?Binkmeister: Yeah, I said it. This wall wasn’t safe for me to swing through on a grappling claw.Greg: I don’t think any wall would be –Binkmeister: Nope! Lego’s building code requires stunt glass and plywood walls for comedic effect. This was supposed to be funny, but now it’s just painful.Greg: Seriously? What happens in a storm? Or an earthquake? Or if someone hits a baseball at the building?Binkmeister: Nonsense. This is a comedy, something tragic like that could never happen.A baseball flew through the air and destroyed the Hero Factory section.Greg: No! Our main Technic product line!Binkmeister: It’s not all bad Greg. Now this means that Fresh Makuta doesn’t have to learn the names of Hero Factory characters. Like in the last comedy when he had to go on the Lego website to figure out who everyone was.Fresh Makuta: :ziplip:Binkmeister: But yeah. Prepare to face the almighty Hammer of OSHA!Binkmeister picked up a giant hammer marked “Caution: Hammer may cause smashing, injury, and/or death” and prepared to swing.Greg: No! Please don’t do this. We can’t have this comedy end at Chapter 5.Binkmeister: It’s a valid point. What else will people go to in the Comedies forum?Takanuva: Personally I always read Aftermath 2.Tren Krom: IT IS ALL ABOUT THE NUVA INN FOR TREN KROM.Hewkii: Yeah!Greg: …huh? My bad, I was reading The Federation of Fail Attempts Space Travel and forgot my line.Binkmeister: So you realize that if I brought down the Mallet of Workplace Safety that everyone else would go read something else?Greg: Yeah, but then no one would write new story material for Bionicle and Hapori Tohu’s gears would turn black and wipe out all life in BZPower within 3 days of my death.Binkmeister: …whoa.Takanuva: Yeah, actually why wasn’t that your first excuse?Binkmeister: Alright Greg. You live another day. But why should you keep your job after you created an unsafe work environment by not making every wall collapsible in here?Greg: Look Bink, let’s just discuss it over dinner tonight or something.Tren Krom: DINNER AT GREG’S HOUSE?Greg: Tren, you absolutely cannot come.Tren Krom: BUT TREN KROM HAS ALWAYS BEEN A QUALITY DINNER GUEST. IN JUST THE PAST YEAR TREN KROM HAS ATTENDED DINNERS AT THE BIN LADEN AND GADDAFI HOUSEHOLDS AND HEARD NO COMPLAINTS.Greg: You don’t see the problem there?Tren Krom: HONESTLY THEY ATE THEMSELVES.Greg: Stay away from my family you monster! :OMG:Binkmeister: Tren has to come though. He’s a key character, a fan favorite, and thanks to improvements between the two comedies he now emits a pleasant lilac scent.Takanuva: Wow, that does smell good Tren!Tren Krom: SO IT DOES.Greg took out his phone and called his home.Greg: (on phone) Hey honey…I’m doing good, how about you?...Great, well Binkmeister wants to come over to dinner…The problem is he wants to bring Tren…yeah good idea, maybe the more fortified bunker. Alright. Love you! (hangs up) Well, it’s decided. Guess who’s coming to dinner?Takanuva: I’m assuming whoever would have the best character to character interactions.Greg: Teridax!Teridax: I am the shadow that guards the plate.Takanuva: Oh Mata Nui why…---Binkmeister, clearly not having learned anything, glided out of the hole in Greg’s wall back into his own office, leaving Greg to plan the dinner with all of Bionicle’s past and present characters at his disposal. He remembered the scene in his office when he first returned, and knew who he had to contact.- Flashback -Greg walked into his office to see a giant meatball sitting on his desk.Icarax: All this meat, hater!Greg walked out of his office.- End Flashback -Greg walked down the hall to Icarax’s office and remembered it was full of unimaginable horrors. He thought to ask the friendly janitor, Tahnok-Kal.Greg: Hey TK. Did you get the disgusting, heinous, mind-rending object from inside Icarax’s office?Tahnok-Kal: Oh yeah! The new Metallica album with Lou Reed, Lulu? I actually enjoyed it, why did you leave a quality work of music in there?Greg thought about this for a second, ripped out Tahnok Kal’s Krana, and threw it out the window.Greg: Don’t EVER say that again!Greg walked into Icarax’s office and saw him making a Codrex out of paper mache on his desk.Icarax: Oh, what’s that other Makuta? The Plan? Nope! This time I’m crushing it!Greg: Hey Icarax. Was I interrupting anything?Icarax: No, just dealing with some deep seeded issues as a result of being scattered into molecules across the universe.Greg: Mhm, Across the Universe. Not a bad movie.Icarax: You never care!Greg: You’re right. Want to cook dinner for about 10 Bionicle characters tonight?Icarax: Well, cooking is the only thing that makes me feel good inside anymore. Sounds good. What do you want for food?Greg: I like the kind that people put in their face and eat.Icarax: But that’s –Greg left Icarax’s office. He needed help with a guest list now. He stopped by the human resources office where Axonn was hanging up an inspirational poster of a kitten saying “hang in there!” as it clung to a tree branch.Greg: Hey Axonn, who should I invite to this dinner party?Axonn: Well you have to invite Tren Krom, obviously. He’s a fan favorite and smells like lilacs. :)Greg: He really does, but who else should I bring?Axonn: Hang on, let me check the Company Dinner Party roster. :)Greg: That’s a thing?Axonn: No, obviously not. Why would I have such a list? It’s your party, you need to design things instead of being lazy and interrupting my work. :)Greg: Wow man. Thanks for letting me know how you feel.Axonn: Don’t mention it! :)Greg sighed and left Axonn alone to smile and be resourceful. Looks like it was up to him to come up with this list. He returned to his desk and began writing.Dinner guest list:[*]Tren Krom, because he’s a fan favorite and has that new car smell[*]Takanuva[*]Teridax[*]Icarax (cook)[*]Axonn [*]Brutaka[*]Binkmeister[*]Jaller Mahri[*]CaraparGreg: Hmm, who else? Oh yeah!Dinner guest list (featuring T-Pain).Greg: Perfect! That’s 10 people. Time to get some help decorating.Greg ran into Brutaka’s office, threw him over his shoulder, and ran out to the Escalade.Brutaka: Greg? Why are you kidnapping me? :sarcastic:Greg: TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT INTERIOR DECORATING.Brutaka: Well that was my major in college. Alright, let’s go to your house and start setting up.Greg took the corner at 70 miles per hour and flipped the Escalade seventeen times into his living room.Brutaka: …well that was safe.Greg: Comedy before safety, that’s our slogan here!Another baseball hit the Lego building, destroying the Star Wars section.Brutaka: I think you don’t need a decorator right now, unless FEMA decorates too.Greg: No time for FEMA, the only disaster here will be my position with Lego if this isn’t the best dinner Binkmeister’s ever been to.Brutaka: Fair enough. Let’s get started.-6 Hours Later-Brutaka: And…we’re done!Greg: Perfect. Time to call Icarax to make some food.Greg got out his iPhone and minutes later Icarax used a HALO insertion to crash through the roof of Greg’s house.Brutaka: No seriously. If there’s ever an earthquake or something this comedy is going to be destroyed.Icarax: Hey guys. I’m here to cook the food.Greg: Good, the kitchen’s in the back.Carapar followed Icarax into the kitchen.Greg: Wait, where did he come from?Icarax: He’s my assistant.Greg: Okay. Carry on.There was a knock at the door. Greg opened it.Greg: Hey Axonn! Glad you came.Axonn: I’m sure this dinner will be wonderfully awful!Greg: Easy champ. Web serials aren’t over yet and you are very much a killable character.Axonn: :ziplip:Greg: Go ahead and have a seat. Try not to be killed by the mysterious great being who’s been hiding undercover in the Matoran universe the entire time. That would really be a shame.Axonn sat down in his seat and cried a little.Greg: I love doing that. People seem to have an inability to mess with you when you control their entire destiny.Next, Takanuva and Teridax came in the door.Greg: You two carpooled? I can’t see that going well.Takanuva: Teridax felt like it was a good time to listen to screamo on the way over here. I felt like it would be a good idea for him to die.Teridax: And then I felt like it would be a good idea to settle it over a game of Kohlii later.Greg: And since when has that gone well for you?Brutaka barrel rolled interuptingly into the middle of the conversation.Brutaka: Greg, you need to see this.Greg: Not now Brutaka, I’m making fun of Teridax’s continued failings.Teridax: But I planned to lose that match!Takanuva: You also said that the Pittsburgh Steelers planned to lose the Super Bowl.Teridax: It’s all a part of my plan as their shadowy behind the scenes coach. I will lead them to six 0-16 seasons in a row and then activate my first round draft picks and put the entire NFL under my reign of shadows.Takanuva: You don’t coach in the NFL, moron.Teridax: I play fantasy football, it’s close enough!Brutaka: Greg? Kitchen. Now.Greg followed Brutaka into the kitchen.Brutaka: Can you please stop this? :mellow:Icarax: Bacon strips, and bacon strips, and bacon strips, and bacon strips…Greg: Icarax what are you making in here?Icarax: I’m about to make a dangerous chili!Greg: I’m about to hit your face with my dangerous fist! What kind of meal is this for a dinner for my boss?Icarax: Haters get stomped, Carapar is mashing taters like he mashes haters.Carapar looked up and was wearing sunglasses.Greg: Is this what I think it is?Brutaka: It’s an EpicMealTime spinoff.Greg: So you mean to tell me that they’re actually taking all this bacon and ground beef and preparing food for my boss?Brutaka: Look for yourself.Greg saw a scene of unimaginable horror, and this time it wasn’t the new Metallica album. A literal mountain of bacon strips and ground beef sat before him, filled with cheese whiz and baconators.Greg: I can’t feed this to people. Why are you doing this?Icarax: I don’t know Greg. Maybe I was a little annoyed at the whole “scattered into atoms across the –“Greg: Get over it! You’re here now, aren’t you?Icarax: Yeah, after all the king’s horses and all the king’s men put me back together again.Greg: But –Icarax: Greg, these guys couldn’t put an egg back together. My Makuta armor died, and I had to take it to Chuck Testa’s taxidermy to get it in a state where my antidermis could reside in it.Brutaka: Wow, that truly is another realistic mount by Chuck Testa.Before Icarax could whine anymore, Greg had to return to the door. When he opened it, Tren Krom and T-Pain stood outside.Greg: Tren, why –Tren Krom: T-PAIN IS TREN KROM’S BESTEST OF FRIENDS.T-Pain: Ay!Greg: Why is his text blue?T-Pain: Autotune, shorty!Greg: I’m taller than you.Tren Krom: GREG DO YOU NOT LISTEN TO THE RAP-HOP? SHORTY REFERS TO AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN.Greg: I’m not a woman. You’re making no sense.T-Pain: Leave me alone!T-Pain ran crying into Greg’s bathroom.Greg: Great, another rapper crying in my bathroom. -Flashback-Greg: Eminem, you’re going to have to come out of there. I need to shave.Eminem: But Greg! I’m just so angry! :burnmad:Greg: It’s okay, just yell about it.Eminem: Okay, I’ll yell on all my songs now!Greg: What have I done?-Another Flashback-Lil Wayne: Please Greg, please!Greg: No! I’m not going to collaborate with you!Lil Wayne: I’m running out of people to collaborate with!Greg: Absolutely not!Lil Wayne: I’ll pay you!Greg: How much?Lil Wayne: A MILLI A MILLI A MILLI A MILLI A MILLI A MILLI A MILLIGreg called the police.-Another Flashback-Kanye West: Greg, I love you and imma let you finish, but MC Hammer had the best bathroom of all time!Greg: What are you-Kanye West: All time!-End Flashbacks-Tren Krom: THESE TOUGH GANGSTER RAPPERS, DEEP DOWN INSIDE, HAVE FEELINGS TOO GREG. YOU SHOULD CONSIDER THEM.Greg: These aren’t gangster rappers. I grew up with real gangster rappers like Will Smith and MC Hammer.Tren Krom: STOP BEING SO OLD GREG. TREN KROM HAS EXISTED FOR MILLENIA AND DOES NOT ACT THAT OLD.Greg: Just go sit down, please.Jaller Mahri: Hahaha, Greg! I have crashed your dinner party!Greg: You were invited. Now please just sit down.Jaller Mahri: But –Greg: Nope. Not happening.Jaller Mahri sighed and sat down at the table.Icarax: Greg, I need your help. I’m trying to read this recipe from the Necronomicon but it’s written in backwards Latin.Greg: Okay, seriously? I try and have a nice dinner that everyone can enjoy and everyone decides its time to act like man-children and live out their internet sensation fantasies or invite a rapper or just try to be evil when they’ve never, ever been a credible evil threat! I may be fired solely because you’re all morons. I didn’t have to invite any of you. My original plan was just to invite Bink over and maybe have a quiet dinner with both our families but I thought maybe, just maybe you all could handle this. I guess not. No wonder Lego stopped making sets of you guys.There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room.Greg: Oh yeah, and T-Pain you’re truly an awful human being and rapper.A loud autotuned wail emitted from the bathroom.There was a knock at the door.Greg: Let’s see what the flying circus has brought in – oh hello Bink!Binkmeister: Greg! I’m ready to eat a ton of food!There was an explosion from the kitchen and Icarax flew through the wall.Greg: Bink, please don’t fire me for this. I really tried my hardest.Binkmeister: Greg, I was never going to fire you.Greg: What?!Binkmeister: Yeah. You’re easily the best writer we could have used for the serials and comics.-Interview Process, July 2000-Michael Bay: …and then there’s a giant explosion in the sky. Tahu descends from the heavens in a huge inferno of fire. He lands on the ground and creates a giant explosion. Then the Nui-Jaga arrive and start shooting explo-CEO: Next!M. Night Shyamalan: And then it turns out that Mata Nui was Teridax the entire time!CEO: Definitely not.Greg: It all starts with a brave Matoran named Takua who embarks on an adventure to find the Toa Stones…CEO: You’re hired!-Dinner, November 2011-Greg: I was competing with M. Night Shyamalan and Michael Bay?Binkmeister: From what I heard, Shyamalan’s chances of being the writer for Bionicle were dead the entire time. Michael Bay’s application kind of blew up on him.Greg: Really? Thanks Bink. So then why did you mislead me?Binkmeister: Honestly? Free food.Tren Krom: AMEN TO THAT!Greg: Guys, I’m sorry for all of the mean things I just said to you.Jaller Mahri: It’s okay. I disliked you anyway. :DBinkmeister: Now where’s the food?Icarax: Hang on!Icarax, still burned from reading the Necronomicon recipe book, got his Bacon/Beef Ta-Koro model and put it on the table. Everyone started eating it while epic music played in the background. Tren Krom finished his portion and then ate T-Pain.Ending Guy: Next time, we eat Chapter 6!
  20. Meh, he's in a much more limited role. LT is actually an exception to rule of aging running backs. Usually as soon as they hit 30, the bottom just falls out. LT is still productive though. Another exception is Fred Jackson, who is just killing it in my fantasy league.-don't touch my pocket protectorFred Jackson is a fantasy hero. In one league I had Jamaal Charles and Felix Jones as my two first RB picks (second round pick was Calvin Johnson). Both are now dropped thanks to me drafting Ryan Mathews and Fred Jackson in later rounds. In another league I straight up traded Fred Jackson and a few WRs for Adrian Peterson.
  21. Oh, I didn't mean flames from YOU. I meant flames from die hard ADITLOGF1 fans.Also, consequently, I was watching The Social Network when I read this chapter. Coincidence? I don't believe in them.Also first.True. So far you seem to be in the clear though. I think he did actually, good catch. I remember him buying a Mercedes or a Mazda or something like that. I'll have to explain that in this next chapter. It's probably making a cameo in the next chapter, but it won't return to regular use. It was more random than funny I though; just a plot device to kill off characters. That was in the Arby n' the Chief movie but Jon got it from a short story called "Doom: Repercussions of Evil" that was a very, very poorly written fanfiction. No one knows if it was a joke or not (I'm assuming it was, it was just too awful). I was thinking more of the Doom version but thanks for reminding me of that movie! I haven't seen it for a while.Anywho I'm sorry that the posting schedule has been kind of messed up, the fun from last week kind of spilled over into this week. I have the chapter about half written and I will likely post it later this afternoon.EDIT: Likely tomorrow afternoon.
  22. Screw the haters and love what you love. If they don't like you for what you enjoy then it's their problem, you shouldn't have to succumb to their wishes simply because they don't enjoy the same things you do.Just take their hatred and scoff at it because we all know that hating somebody because of what they enjoy is just stupid and gets them nowhere. Their burning hatred should be the flame that fuels your passion for what you enjoy, nothing more.But if you really want to leave a fandom because of what other people think about you, then fine. Be my guest. "But if I'm a fan of My Little Pony, the people on the internet won't think I'm cool!"
  23. Thanks! That's the theme I was aiming for, but of course there's plenty of ways to interpret any short story. Glad you liked it. Agreed. I'm planning on a sequel eventually so I think we'll see a little more of the fallout from that. You're right. I'm a little rusty in my lore but I remembered something about the Matoran not being completely familiar with the Brotherhood. Probably just me remembering wrong. Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks! I always think good grammar is the starting point for anything. You could have the best plot and character development in the world but it wouldn't matter if it was incomprehensible. Developing Nuparu as a character was something I focused on and something I'll focus on in the sequel. I left it open ended to give myself some flexibility with potential sequels.
  24. Hey guys. Chapter 4 of ADITLOGF is up so go check it out of you want. I will try and get another chapter or two out this week but we'll see. Next week should be a return to regularly scheduled programming though.
  25. No, I agree completely. This is better than the last one to me as well. No need to fear any flames from me. And now, after plenty of delays... Chapter 4: Gregarious Greg moonwalked back to his office to work on the story serials when he remembered that the Golden Skinned Being wrote them already. Greg: No more serials? What do I do now? Greg realized for the first time in ages that he could relax at work. He went to his computer and started playing Grand Theft Auto. Meanwhile, Tren Krom realized it had been a while since he checked his Facebrick account. Tren Krom: GREG TREN KROM MUST USE YOUR COMPUTER CONSOLE. Greg: Tren, stop! I’m robbing a bank! Tren Krom: GREG SURRENDER THE MOUSE. Greg: Tren, let go! You’re being a child! Tren Krom: TREN MUST CHECK AND SEE IF HE HAS RECEIVED FRIEND REQUESTS FROM BEAUTIFUL GA-MATORAN. Greg: Look, step off punk! I’s reppin GTA and don’t got time for games. Son you ain’t getting no friend requests you a goofy lookin Doc Ock lookin nobody! Tren Krom: GREG…THAT HURTS ME. Greg: GUNS WILL BUST PUNK! http://www.bzpower.com/board/public/style_emoticons/default/angry.png Tren Krom slithered away bawling as Binkmeister entered the room. Binkmeister: Greg, what are you- Greg: FIGHT THE POWER! Binkmeister: Greg, snap out of it. Playing Grand Theft Auto doesn’t make you an actual gangster. Greg: But it says on the box- Binkmeister: Look Greg. I don’t have time for games. Binkmeister jumped over Greg’s desk and grabbed him by the throat. Binkmeister: WHERE’S HARVEY DENT?! Greg: Huh…what? Binkmeister: WHERE’S DENT?! TELL ME! Greg: What are you - Binkmeister: Your worst nightmare. Greg: Binky…you know that playing Batman: Arkham City doesn’t actually make you the Batman, right? Binkmeister: It’s the game I deserve, but not the one I need to play right now? Greg: Whatever. Binkmeister: So what are you doing? I’m paying you a lot of Trident Layers to write web serials and answer questions. Greg: The Golden Skinned Being took care of the serials. This is good gum though. Binkmeister: So what should you be doing now? Greg: … Binkmeister: … Greg: Grand Theft – Binkmeister: NO! Answer questions! There’s probably billions of them backed up. Greg opened his inbox on BZPower. His computer exploded. Binkmeister: See? This is what happens when you buy from Fujitsu. Greg: No, I think that would have destroyed any computer. Binkmeister: So your BZPower inbox is essentially out of commission. Greg: Essentially it exploded on my desk, so yeah. Binkmeister: If that’s the case you have one option: Facebrick. Greg: Oh come on! Facebrick? Isn’t that the site where preteens and garage bands hang out and no one else goes there? Binkmeister: No, that’s MetruSpace. Greg: Oh. So I guess it’s the one that people use to hear stupid things from athletes and actors? Binkmeister: No, that’s Lhitter, the “140 character or less” site created by Lhikan to post about surfing. Greg: Oh okay, so this must be the middle ground. Binkmeister: Seriously Greg? You’re getting old. Greg: Am not! I still go out dancing at the discos listening to new gangster rap music such as Sugarhill Gang and the Beastie Boys! Binkmeister: Stop it Greg, you’re going to make me cry. Make an account and answer some questions! Greg: Yes sir. Greg went to facebrick on his iPhone and went to create an account. First he put in his email. Greg: Okay, no worries. iPhone: Please create a password. Greg created a password. Greg: This isn’t so bad, I don’t see why people worry so much about their personal information on here. iPhone: Great. Now we can find you some friends! Please enter your occupation, home address, work address, alma mater, high school, middle school, preferred coffee flavor, blood type, a small hair sample, interests, allergies, phone number, known affiliates, and social security number. Greg: Uh… Binkmeister: DO IT. Greg typed in all of the information. iPhone: You’re almost done. Please provide a valid birth certificate and six proofs of residence for the listed home address. Greg: Well that’s not too much to ask. I’ll just go ahead and put this in. iPhone: Great! One more step before we activate your profile: please fax your firstborn child to Mark Zuckerberg. Greg: WHAT?! Binkmeister: Well that’s a complication. Greg: I’m not giving my daughter to Mark Zuckerberg. I need some sort of placeholder. Hafu: Dad! Greg: Son! Greg picked up Hafu and shoved him in the Fax machine. Greg: That’ll show him to falsely claim that we’re related. Binkmeister: That’s pretty cold blooded man. Greg: Well I want to answer questions! Ooh, I already have sixty buddy requests. Let’s see these requests…hmm…Steven, Bobby, Patrick, Richard, Beuford, Dinkleberg, Cyril, Tren BiWinning Krom, and Carapar CharlieSheening Barraki. I know which two I’m declining! Greg saw a new post on his Facebrick wall. It was from Bobby. Bobby: Mr. Farshtey, how are things? I was wondering if you could tell me when Bionicle would return. Greg replied: Greg: Sorry Bobby, Bionicle isn’t planned to return for years. We’re still providing high quality serials and there’s plenty of fan support for it. Bobby: I’ve read the new serials, and they’re awful! Greg: Wait, really? I have to go check this out. Greg went to bioniclestory.com and read the new Powers that Be serial. --- Pohatu Nuva waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were Kestora in the base. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Kopaka Nuva were not listened to, and now it was too late. Far too late for now anyway. Pohatu was a Toa for thousands of years. When he was young, he watched the Red Star and he said to Onewa: “I want to go on the Red Star Onewa!”. Onewa said “NO! You will be KILL by Kestora!” There was a time when he believed him. Then as Pohatu got oldered, he stopped. But now in the Red Star Base of the Great Spirits, he knew there were Kestora. “This is Kopaka!” the radio crackered. “You must fight the Kestora!” So Pohatu gotted his Rotooka disk launcher and blew up The Wall. “He is going to kill us!” said the Kestora. “I will shoot at him!” said the other Kestora and he fired the Mydak rocket missile. Pohatu Rotooka’d at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell, and they were trapped and unable to kill. “I have to get up!” Pohatu said. “I have to fight the Kestora!” “No Pohatu,” said Kopaka. “You are the Kestora!” And then, Pohatu was Mavrah. --- Greg: Wow, that was atrocious. Bobby: See? Greg: Look at this helpful feedback I’ve received from a fan. Isn’t technology great? Tren Krom whimpered his way back into the room. Tren Krom: GREG PLEASE ACCEPT MY FRIEND REQUEST. Greg: No Greg, it’s unprofessional. Besides, look at your profile. Tren Krom looked at his BlackBerry and saw his profile. His profile pictures were all edited with six-pack abs photoshopped over his gelatinous middle pinkness. His past seven updates were all “LIKE FOR TREN KROM’S HONEST OPINION OF YOU” with zero likes. One of his seven friends actually hacked into the site to dislike the status. Tren Krom: IT’S JUST SO SAAAAAAD. Greg: Tren no. I can’t add you on here. It’s a work page. Tren Krom: THEN PLEASE ADD CARAPAR. Carapar swaggered in the door. Carapar: …and that’s how I got Greg to be my Facebrick friend! Greg: …we aren’t Facebrick friends. I don’t even consider you a real life friend. Actually, who are you? Carapar: Don’t hate just because of my fly profile. I got 1,078 friends baby! Woo! All of them are women. Greg: Then why do you want to add me? Carapar: I still don’t fully understand Teridax’s plan and wanted to ask you online. Teridax: Me neither. I had something after the “BOOM, PLANET HEADSHOT!” but I think I lost it. Greg: Well why don’t you add him? Carapar: He’s not a girl. Greg: Neither am I. Actually, why can't you just ask me face to face? I'm right here. Carapar: Oh whatever. Fine Greg. I don’t even need your Facebrick friendship! Carapar and Tren Krom both ran screaming from the room, sobbing all the way down the hall. They went to the human resources office. Tren Krom: AXONN YOU HAVE TO HELP US, GREG WON’T ADD US ON FACEBRICK. Axonn: Oh, you silly geese! We have a strict “no Facebrick” policy here at Lego. Tren Krom: BUT GREG HAS ONE AUTHORIZED BY BINKMEISTER. Axonn: Ah-ah-ah! That’s for professional purposes. We don’t allow pictures of our employees out partying or people with middle names based off of Charlie Sheen. Tren Krom: BUT “BI-WINNING” IS MY MIDDLE NAME. Axonn: I’m sure it is! Run along now! Axonn slid Tren Krom out of the office on his axe, and closed the door. Carapar: Greg can’t get away with this. We have to have him as our friend! Tren Krom: AGREED. GREG SHALL PAY FOR HIS HERESY! Tren Krom began charging a giant laser beam in his mouth. Carapar: No! If Greg dies then this comedy ends at four chapters. We need to find a hacker. Tren Krom: INDEED. PERHAPS AXONN CAN USE HIS AXE TO HACK THROUGH THE INNERTUBES AND ADD US ON GREG’S FACEBRICK. Carapar: Axonn? Please. He smiles after every sentence, there’s no way he could be edgy enough to hack the internet. All of the television screens in Times Square suddenly changed to pictures of Axonn. But Carapar didn’t see that, because he wasn’t there. Carapar: Nah, we have to go to Nuparu. He knows what to do. Tren Krom and Carapar galumphed down the steps and barrel rolled into Nuparu’s IT office. Carapar: Nuparu! We need you to hack the internet again! Nuparu: No Carapar. I told you those days were over. Carapar: But it’s to get Greg back for all the evils he’s committed against you. Nuparu: Greg? Well why didn’t you say so? --- Greg was playing Grand Theft Auto on his repaired computer, running over pedestrians like Ray Lewis runs over everyone on a football field. He then remembered that he needed to check his questions from fans. Then, things went horribly wrong. Greg’s profile picture had been edited to say “this guy isn’t cool” and had vast amounts of MS Paint sprayed on facial hair. He had become a fan of Mega Bloks, Justin Bieber, tween wave, world hunger, poverty, and Kevin Bacon. He was also friends with Carapar and Tren Krom now. Greg: Tren! You’ve gone too far this time. Binkmeister: No Greg, you’ve gone too far this time! Greg: Look, this clearly wasn’t – Binkmeister: This is VERY unprofessional. That is a fake beard, Mega Bloks are our rival, tween wave sounds like garbage, world hunger is horrible as is poverty, and why of all people Kevin Bacon? Just the Justin Bieber fanpage has irritated enough of your friends on this account. Sure enough, Greg saw in the signatures of BZPower members that 92% of teenagers listened to Justin Bieber while only 8% stood out from the crowd and didn’t listen to the Biebs. Binkmeister: Your account is removed from the internet. I fixed up your BZPower account so you can get back on there. Maybe rewrite those serials too, Golden Skinned Being is awful at them. You sicken me Greg. You truly sicken me. Greg: But surely you must realize this is completely unfair. Binkmeister turned around. Binkmeister: No…this is JUSTICE. Binkmeister jumped out the window and spread his arms wide, deploying a cloak. He glided back into the building. Tren Krom: TREN KROM FEELS BAD. Carapar: I really don’t. Ah well. Ending Guy: Is Binkmeister the hero Lego deserves but not the one it needs right now? WHERE’S DENT!? Will Hafu enjoy his new life with Mark Zuckerberg? Find out in Chapter 5!
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