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  1. I have been working on a powerpoint game and have recently completed MNOG 3 It is not a flash game - only powerpoint, but I have still managed to create graphics similar to those found in MNOG 2 You have probably never heard of a powerpoint game - well this is one. Read the instructions below Animations such as moving water or tohunga also work. It is a point and click game, in which you explore Mata Nui and help others! There are many scenes in all six Koros! Here are some screenshots: I take no credit for the 'images' or objects in the scenery, as I extracted these from MNOG 1 and 2, and changed them to create a new landscape To play: 1. Download the Powerpoint in the link below 2. Open the Powerpoint and start the presentation 3. Click the arrows to advance to new locations 4. To move on with the speech bubbles, click on them. If no more speech bubbles come, then you are done with that conversation 5. Enjoy and explore! Here is the link: http://www.filedropper.com/mnog8 I take no credit for the 'images' or objects in the scenery, as I extracted these from MNOG 1 and 2, and changed them to create a new landscape! Please comment/criticise below!
  2. Muro De La Historia welcomes you again to the BIONICLE universe, in the channel's first dramatic production. Combining podcasts and radio dramas, Onu-Matoran Palan will bring you along to the story we all know while experiencing it through a new point of view. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SALCoZUFmY Hey all! This is Zatth, with a personal project I've been tinkering with over the past few months. It's a cross between a podcast and a radio drama, kind of like Welcome To Night Vale meets BIONICLE. In a new format and through a new perspective, it'll be a nice way to return to the BIONICLE universe in dramatic narrative. The other exciting bit, however, is that you will play a central role in the show. We want to feature your creations in the show, as if they were provided by Matoran from Mata Nui. If you compose music, it can be the latest Le-Matoran tune. If you are a thespian, you can appear on the show as a canonical character or your own alter ego. If you MOC or draw, your art can be a depiction of a recent scene or your MOC can be an taken image of a new Rahi species. If you write, we can read you "news brief" or "story". Anything is possible in the show, and you are at the helm. If you have an idea of what to send, make sure it fits within the island of Mata Nui and the 2001 saga, and that you give us what name you want to be credited as (a Matoran name, or a username we'll say is a nickname of you as a Matoran). You can send content to murodelahistoria@gmail.com We're super excited to see what you bring to the show and how the show grows, and please subscribe to keep updated with new episodes every Friday as well as some behind the scene goodies! (Also, any and all comments would be appreciated!)
  3. I mean, obviously not, but this was a fun idea that popped into my mind. So in early G1, Mata Nui and Makuta were always referred to as brothers, right? What if Teridax's idea to take control of the Great Spirit Robot wasn't original, because someone else did it before? Say Mata Nui was a minor Makuta who, possibly by accident, found a way to take control of the GSR. The Great Beings didn't anticipate any of their creations to have such ambitions, so there weren't any (or many) obstacles in place. Seeing as the first "identity" or "soul" of the GSR never had any other body beforehand, when Mata Nui cast it out and took its place, it became an amorphous mass of living tissue barely capable of containing its mind. Meaning Tren Krom. If Tren Krom was the "first" great spirit, it would further explain why he ended up helping - "helping" - against Teridax. He didn't care who was occupying the GSR, but as long as it wasn't him, he hated them. As for Teridax, he found out about Mata Nui's success in taking control of the GSR and became jealous. Why should some minor Makuta turn into the most powerful being in the MU? However, Mata Nui suspected others would want his place, so he put some safety measures in place, making things much harder for Teridax. Of course this doesn't mean Mata Nui was evil. We know some Makuta were benevolent. Maybe life in the MU was much more "optimized" during Tren Krom's reign, during which the Matoran really only served an immediate purpose like computer programs, however once Mata Nui took over they were allowed to "live their lives" and such. Naturally, much of this conflicts with established canon, but it would more or less fit without changing much of the story.
  4. Flickr The ancient deity Ekimu, revered by the Matoran as their creator, though his name has long been lost to history, and the Matoran know him only by his title. For countless millennia Ekimu remained withdrawn from the dimensions of mortal perception, invisibly guiding the universe. When the treachery of Makuta cast him into slumber, and later into death, only the energies of the Mask of Life could reach him in his distant abode. With his resurrection by the Toa Mahri and subsequent awakening by the Toa Nuva, Ekimu has returned in splendor to aright his mistakes. Wielding the very powers of Creation, he prepares to strike down Makuta once and for all in the ultimate duel... There have been a lot of Gen 1 characters in Gen 2 style, but what about the reverse? In fitting with the theme of BBCC 73, Ekimu uses only four pieces from Hero Factory / Bionicle Gen 2: the mask, a piece of unity, and the two HF feet; and I'd consider the former two to be about as detailed as Gen 1 pieces anyway. I also made sure to use some of the most characteristically large and over-detailed Gen 1 pieces, such as the Olmak (everyone's favorite mask amirite?). The above intro is also basically my headcanon of how Bionicle Gen 1 ended. No Bara Magna, no giant robots.
  5. Apparently, despite probably being designed for printing, this is getting a lot of attention on other sites, and I am apparently one of the only people to actually do it. So uh.. here's the 2010 GSR poster printed by my local UPS store. Note: Just to clarify in case there's any confusion, I didn't make this. It's literally just an official Bionicle.com image circa 2010, printed onto a giant sheet of poster paper. I just want to make that clear, since is seems like some people don't remember the original image. http://biomediaproject.com/bmp/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/BIONICLE-2001-20102.jpg Surrounding posters for scale:
  6. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my first posted MOC. The Island of Mata Nui! Now for the Wahi, Koro, Kini, and Suva. (for point of reference, the solid color markers are the Koro, the ones with the gold at the bottom are the Suva, and the ones with transparent at the top are the locations of the Toa's arrival. The Wahi is the general area/biome.) Ta-Wahi and Kini-nui Ga-Wahi Le-Wahi Ko-Wahi Mt.Ihu Po-Wahi Onu-Wahi The Mangai Volcano Here's the link to go download it. Brickshelf Link I made this back in 2014, and finished it sometime in 2015. So I want to know what you all think of it.
  7. I hear there's this mega-popular series called Star Wars. And a movie that came out recently or something... it was on the Internet and such. I don't remember when I first got the idea, but the tagline for that movie made me think of Mata Nui waking up (naturally). So I mashed up the two things just a bit to make this short video. It's nothing grandiose, but I'm sure some of you might appreciate it. LEGO BIONICLE: Mata Nui Awakens ©1984-2016 Toaraga EAM
  8. Hello all, Since my last post (http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/21671-mnog-2-matoran-in-tohunga-form/), I have expanded my collection of tohunga. I now believe I have finished and have made every official tohunga/matoran ever seen on Mata Nui, from the years 2000/1 to 2003. By 'official' I mean featuring in MNOG 1, MNOG 2 and the flash episodes. Nothing from any fan-based creations. If you know of any official matoran/tohunga that I have missed out, please say! ... ...
  9. Recently I had a nostalgic surge after replaying MNOG 2 (Mata Nui Online Game 2), and decided to recreate all 72 of the matoran in the game in their tohunga form, simultaneously. Many of the pieces, such as certain kanohi, legs, torsos, arms in certain colours are not even made by lego, and therefore complicated matters somewhat. However, I managed to spray paint all the necessary pieces eventually. Collecting 72 tohunga was a challenge in itself, given their scarceness in the market place these days... Here they are in all their glory: Visit: http://biosector01.com/wiki/index.php/Gallery:Mata_Nui_Online_Game_II:_The_Final_Chronicle to see the full list I'm referring to.
  10. THIRD ROCK FROM THE CAVERN OF LIGHT «Alright, someone get me a status update» the foreman grumbled in between elbowing his way through confused miners, struggling to take stock of the situation. Dust and grime clouded his senses as his night vision made out the contours of the cave-in slowly coming to rest before him. Distressed miners and their Ussal steeds were already scrambling to move the rubble out of the way, but the unusual volume of debris made it clear that this would take a long time to clear out, maybe too long. “Please tell me everyone made it out” the foreman asked of a nearby miner, who shook his head with a glum expression. “No, sir, there was still one miner left at the edge of the tunnel when the cave-in came, I’m not sure he even noticed that the tunnel was collapsing” “Spirits,” the foreman exclaimed in distress as he ran closer to where the miners were shuffling away parts of the debris, “did anyone see who was left inside?” “I did,” came a cry from one, “it was Taipu, he was just swinging his pickaxe like he always does, didn’t look like he had room for anything else in his head” “Great Spirit bless him,” the foreman muttered, “if anyone could survive in there long enough for rescue, it’s him. MOVE IT, people” Taipu had at least noticed by now what was amiss. His first clue came when the lights were unexpectedly turned out, leaving only a single lightstone embedded in the roof to light the way for him as he swung his pickaxe with the same resolute motions as he always did. For Taipu was still digging, still chipping away at the rock before him, before bending down to pick up and toss loose rocks out of the way before continuing. He was trapped, but he was certain help was on the way. In the meantime, all he could do was keep digging, it’d be a real shame if all this work was going to be set back because of a lousy little cave-in. Onepu had shown him how to dig for two Matoran for a reason, right? So he pressed on, shoveling aside bigger and bigger loads of dirt and soil as the ground in front of him became looser. He didn’t think much of it, he just wanted to help get the service tunnel finished while he was here anyway. After a while, Taipu was beginning to feel the fatigue creeping into his limbs, and his movements were growing more and more sluggish. The wall of soil and dirt before him was a sea he waded through… he assumed, he’d never actually seen the water, he liked staying in the tunnels, and the world around him was growing darker by the second, so dark that he started fearing he was digging his way into The Makuta’s realm itself. “I really hope… Toa Onua… will save me” he thought to himself, with what was probably his last thoughts. He felt something give way before his shuffling hand, and he fell unconscious just as his eyes were filled by a bright light… When Taipu came to his senses, the light seemed to still be there, the roof above him was visible clear as day, and there was no lightstone in sight that provided that visibility. He looked around, and what he saw was the interior of a small hut not unlike his own or Onepu’s, but something about it looked different. Taipu soon realized what the difference was: the hut was brown. In fact, everything around him looked distressingly brown and dusty, and he could spot blue sky through the window… was he in Po-Koro? He knew that place had sand. But then, a figure appeared in the door, a completely black Matoran, with the trademark green eyes of an Onu-Matoran, he was even wearing the great Toa Onua’s Mask of Strength. A wilting growth of some kind that Taipu couldn’t identify was clenched between his teeth, and waddled slightly as the unknown Onu-Matoran stepped closer to him. “You’re awake, how ‘bout that”, the stranger mumbled as he passed Taipu by on what the miner assumed was the stranger’s own bed (now he felt embarrassed), and started rummaging around in a nearby cupboard. “I… where am I, who are you?” Taipu eventually managed to stutter, the strange Onu-Matoran’s face furrowed slightly as he brought a bowl of something warm to Taipu’s mouth. Taipu didn’t protest as he accepted the stranger’s care, the warmth spreading through his body helped him think clearer, and some of the pain he still felt in his sore limbs dulled. “Name’s Midak,” the stranger finally introduced himself, “and this is my little Ussal pen right at the main road to Onu-Koro. Not much to look at, true, but the view is irreplaceable.” Taipu managed to summon the strength to sit up, and looked at the Matoran who’d introduced himself as “Midak”, he’d heard that name before… “Now I’ve seen that mug a few times before,” Midak replied, “you’re thinking ‘wait, this is that crazy feller who lives on his own right in the sunlight’, and I’m sure you’ve heard far less dignified versions of that account, too, but yeah, that’s me.” Midak stepped back cordially to give Taipu room to get out of bed, the miner tried to struggle to his feet, but once he stood upright, he was overwhelmed with a throbbing pain in his head, and fell over backwards onto the bed again. Midak tsked, and put away the bowl before coming over to Taipu, “no, no, this won’t do at all. Whatever it was that got you stuck in the cave wall must’ve done a real number on you” “Stuck in the… what?” was all Midak managed to ask as he was reseated on the bed. “I found you sticking out of the cave wall like an unusually animate rock, was worried for a moment the Kofo-Jaga had gotten a bite out of you, the way you were just hanging there.” “I… I just remember a big light, and then nothing. I was just busy digging a service tunnel, and wanted to get some extra work done while waiting for the cave-in to be cleared away” “You kept digging a tunnel by yourself while trapped behind a rockslide?” Midak asked in genuine shock, Taipu nodded. “I just didn’t want all that time to go to waste…” he said simply “Well, you’re one dedicated Matoran, I’ll give you that,” Midak replied, “now look, you just get some rest until you’re ready to stand up straight, and I’ll make sure you get back to town in good health, alright?” Taipu nodded, and laid down on Midak’s bed to get some sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he found the hut empty and quiet, with no sign of Midak anywhere. The world around him looked clearer to him now, and his headache had receded significantly. Taipu decided to make another attempt at getting to his feet, and this time he succeeded. Taipu shook of the remaining feelings of sluggishness, and made for the hut’s entrance. He blinked several times, hard, when he peered out at the bright sky and was taken aback by the bright sunlight washing over him, nearly searing his eyes and bathing his body in uncomfortable heat. With one of his hands shadowing for his eyes, Taipu was able to make his way over to where he saw the bent over figure of Midak hunching next to a dozing Ussal Crab. Midak rose to his full height upon hearing Taipu’s steps, facing the miner with a mildly surprised look. “Didn’t expect you to crawl out of bed so soon. How are you feeling?” He asked. Taipu blinked through the bright daylight, until he managed to grunt forth “Alright, I guess, expect for the light… how can you stand it?” he asked. Midak’s face fell into bemused folds, his eyes suddenly twinkling with an unusual spark as he put a hand on Taipu’s shoulder. “You see, I like to live my life right under the ceiling the Great Spirit already gave us, and what an interesting ceiling it is.” Midak gestured across the blue vista that stretched into the horizon, and Taipu gave him the due courtesy of looking at what he was describing as Midak disappeared into his own deliberations and wasn’t paying as much attention to Taipu anymore. “It’s got character, there’s life happening up there, the clouds streaking by, the stars that easily outshine lightstones in the sky at night, but most of all, the sun is His light, it’s a reminder that he always watches over us, and when it peeks out from behind a morning cloud, I can look at it and remember that even when The Makuta’s out to get us, The Great Spirit and his Toa are gonna be there to give us a hand, just when we need it the most.” “Besides, fresh air is hard to come by in Onu-Koro, and my Ussal Crabs like them some fresh air to frolic in, ‘specially Puku here” The Ussal Crab in question chirped excitedly at Taipu, and seemed to try to reach him with its claws. Taipu quickly recoiled, withdrawing his hands, wich seemed to sadden the Ussal Crab, who gave a more somber chirp. “Aww, don’t let old Puku scare ya, girl’s just wondering how you’re doing, she was with me when I found you” Midak reassured Taipu. “Puku?” Taipu asked, “isn’t that Onepu’s old racing crab?” Midak patted one of Puku’s claws with a nostalgic smile, “sure is, took the title three times with him, if I remember rightly. She’s a bit long in the tooth now, but still mighty fast when you need a ride." Taipu’s interest in the prospect of meeting his friend’s old racing mount overcame his fear, and he offered his hands to Puku, who gave them a gentle squeeze as a kind of hello, apparently she’d observed Matoran shaking hands and taken cues from it. Taipu smiled at the gesture. “Well,” Midak said, “if you’re feeling better, best not waste any time getting you back home, someone’s got to be worried sick about you back there if they think you’re trapped in a rockslide somewhere” Taipu nodded “yeah, and it would be too bad if they wasted too much time looking for me” “Alright, then. Puku, let’s saddle up” Midak told the crab, with an enthusiastic chirp in reply. The ride back to Onu-Koro was fairly uneventful, aside from the fact that Taipu and Midak got the chance to get a little more acquainted with each other. Midak was just as intrigued by how incredibly well Taipu’s eyes were adjusted to the darkness as his own were used to bright light, even more so than most Onu-Matoran he ran into. “And there it is,” Midak could finally say, pointing at Onu-Koro in the distance, with its usual cluster of lights and candles lighting the massive cave it was placed in. Taipu’s spirits lifted considerably at the sight. At the entrance, there was quite a bit of commotion happening, when the two Matoran came within earshot, it was clear that Taipu was the source. “Alright, men, you know your mission, comb these tunnels, rock, soil and mud after that Matoran, and Great Spirit willing you’ll bring him home safe and sound” an authoritative voice ordered towards a group of Ussalry members. “Well, isn’t that a bit excessive, Onepu” Midak called behind him, “I’d wager just looking behind the third rock from the Cavern of Light would do the trick” Onepu turned around, his face in an annoyed expression, clearly intending to set straight someone who didn’t recognize the gravity of the situation, but it evaporated the second he spotted Taipu in the middle of climbing off of Taipu’s back. “Here I am” he said simply, walking up to his friend, “Midak here found me and kept me safe while I got some rest” There were a few of the Ussalrymen who’d been shooting Midak less-than-kind looks, but those changed to surprise and wonderment upon hearing Taipu’s account. “Midak, we owe you great thanks for taking care of the Koro’s most valued digger” Onepu courteously declared with a slight bow, his men followed in turn. “Aaah, don’t mention it” Midak waved it off, “Puku and me here wouldn’t dream of leaving a stranger in need to the Kofo-Jaga” Puku supplanted the statement with a confident chirp of her own, and Onepu gave the crab a warm smile. “Always such a dependable girl” he said affectionately, “and that goes double for you, Midak. Turaga Whenua will hear about this” “Much obliged, cap’n,” Midak replied with a salute, “and Taipu, take care of yourself now, eh?” “I will, plus I have Onepu to help me, I’ll be fine” Taipu replied. “So long” Midak bid goodbye, before prompting Puku to get moving with a light brush of his hand against her backside. As Puku scuttled away, and she and Midak disappeared into the dark tunnel, Taipu threw one last glance in their direction, thinking about what he’d been through. Something about the way Midak had seemed so comfortable with his unsual lifestyle had left an impression, and Taipu realized how little he’d actually seen in his life of Mata Nui’s great works. Someday in the future he’d like to go and see more of them. For now, though, it was time to get back to work, back in the tunnel, Taipu retrieved his pickaxe and started digging for two once again. THE END
  11. Happy New Year, everyone! Here’s to an awesome 2016, complete with new BIONICLE, of course! Hope you all enjoy my New Year’s gift of comedy to you all. New Year’s 2014 Happy Birthday, Mata Nui! A BIONICLE comedy by Me! Part 4 of the Lewa# Studios Holiday Series 2015-2016 A band of Matoran trudged up the frigid slopes of Eary-Nui, an island just west of Metru Nui. They knew they had a vital task to perform, given to them by the Toa Nuva themselves: the last item in the Book of Awakening Mata Nui. (Technically, the title was Awakening Mata Nui for Dummies, but Book of Awakening Mata Nui sounded much more epic, so the Toa preferred to go with that). “How much farther?” asked Random Matoran #35. “I can’t even feel my toes.” “We don’t even have toes,” said Aaa, walking next to him. “Oh. That explains why I can’t feel them…” “QUIET!” shouted the Matoran in front, a De-Matoran named Yodel who had been leading the band. “We’re here.” “ ” the rest of the assembled Matoran emoticonned. “That was convenient timing,” said Aaa. Yodel turned and faced the crowd. “As you know, we have been given a vital mission. The preparations are complete, the Toa have done their job, and now it is time to awaken Mata Nui this day!” “Plagiarizing thief…” muttered Hahli, standing somewhere behind Aaa and Random Matoran #35. “That’s my line!” “Now,” continued Yodel, “let us begin!” At Yodel’s signal, a conductor’s podium randomly appeared and he stepped behind it, holding his conducting baton aloft. The other Matoran all readied their instruments. “1, 2, 3, go!” As one, the Matoran Band started playing “Happy Birthday”...or at least, they tried to. The resulting cacophony actually ended up sounding much more like an ear-splitting alarm noise than anything remotely melodic. The sound was so bad, that at first all of the Matoran assumed the loud rumbling and sounds of grinding metal was just part of the song. Then Aaa turned around and noticed all the percussionists had stopped playing. “Uh...guys?” he asked, putting down his instrument. “That’s not us.” “Hey! Percussion! Get back on your instruments!” ordered Yodel, oblivious to the racket. “But Tiribomba got stuck in a tuba!” protested one of the Matoran. “We’re trying to get him unstuck!” “Uhh...guys?” asked Aaa once more, louder this time. At last, this got their attention, and everyone stopped playing. “What’s going on?” asked Hahli. “ARRRRRRRGH, MY EARS!” bellowed a huge voice that seemed to reverberate all around them. “WHERE’S THE SNOOZE BUTTON?” All the assembled Matoran fainted dead away. Mata Nui yawned, shaking his head violently to get the earsplitting racket out of his head. Inside Metru Nui, everyone went flying this way and that. The entire Nuva Inn collapsed from the earthquake, though luckily Takanuva was on hand to repair it immediately. The Colosseum creaked and swayed, and Dume went tottering away from it (very slowly) screaming “IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!!1” Chutes buckled and broke, spilling crates, vehicles, and Le-Matoran out onto the ground below. A two-headed Tarakava escaped from its broken Archive tube and went on a rampage throughout the Archives before Onua put a stop to that. Several Ga-Metru schools suddenly became submerged in the sea (luckily all attending could swim, so it didn’t really bother them that much). Statues in Po-Metru crumbled and fell, crushing some oddly-named Matoran (who thankfully survived with only minor injuries, though the impact got many of them stuck face-first into the desert sand and unable to get out for quite some time). Forges went into overdrive and lit half of Ta-Metru on fire. And Ko-Matoran remained oblivious to the entire thing, everyone just continued being nerdy and saying ellipses. “Kopeke,” said Jaa, entering the former’s Knowledge Tower room, “there is a panic--” “--AT THE DISCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!” shouted a randomly appearing Turaga Matau, swinging in on a vine. At the extremely awkward silence that followed, he remarked, “Wow. Tough group-crowd.” “You are interrupting, Turaga,” said an exasperated Jaa. “How many times must we ask to be left alone?” Matau just slowly backed out of the room. “I’ll be leave-going now, I guess…” he muttered. Unfortunately, he failed to remember that he’d entered through a twelfth-story window, not a door, and stepped obliviously backward off the ledge. “Oops. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” “NRRRRR BEEP KAWEEP ZRTZKZ!” yelled Turaga Nuju from somewhere higher up the Knowledge Tower. The two Matoran watched Matau get levitated slowly to the ground. “...” ellipsed Kopeke. “...” ellipsed Jaa. The door swung open with a crash, and Pakastaa walked in. “...” ellipsed Pakastaa. “...” replied Kopeke. “As I was saying,” said Jaa, “there is a panic in the streets. We must observe and learn what has caused such panic.” “...” said Kopeke. “...” said Pakastaa. “To the telescope--” “--ROBIN!” yelled Matau, swinging in once again. All three Ko-Matoran just facepalmed. One low-budget attempt by Matau to recreate the Batman transition later, the three of them (sans Matau, who was being doused in water by Nokama) had emerged onto the roof of the Knowledge Tower, which was covered with several telescopes. Each of them picked one and began observing the stars. “...” said Kopeke, after they had been stargazing.for a while. “...” answered Jaa, swiveling his telescope to point where Kopeke’s was looking. “...” put in Pakastaa, moving his telescope as well. “...” argued Kopeke. “...” Pakastaa pointed out. “...” ellipsed Jaa angrily, pointing to the stars. “...” ellipsed Kopeke, trying to pacify the others. “...” yelled Jaa. “...” said a now somewhat-panicky Kopeke. “...” Jaa yelled again, gesturing wildly. “...” shrugged Pakastaa. “...” admitted Kopeke finally, defeated. All three of them turned their telescopes to the ground instead, gazing at the Colosseum. Pakastaa saw it first. “...!” he said. “...!” “...!” “Buzz zaaa leee click whirr weird noise,” scolded Nuju, walking up onto the roof. Lumi, Nuju’s new translator, followed behind him. “Will you keep your voices down? Some of us are trying to study,” he translated. “Sorry,” whispered Jaa. “Squeak squawk squnk,” said the Turaga. “What was all the screaming about, anyway?” Lumi translated. Jaa shrugged. “You mean just now, or before?” “Bonk.” “Both.” “First it was Matau’s antics, and just now...well, you should probably see for yourself, Turaga.” Jaa and the others showed Nuju the telescope, pointing him first toward the stars, then at the Colosseum. “GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK GONK BEEEEEEEEEEEP!” The Turaga immediately ran back down the stairs into the tower, faster than any of the assembled Matoran had ever seen him move. The others stood in silence for a moment. “That needs no translation,” commented Lumi, racing down the stairs after the Turaga. Mata Nui stretched and sat up, shaking water out of his ears as he did so. How long was I asleep? he wondered. I dreamed that my spleen decided to rebel and tried to take over my brain. That’s got to be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” screamed the Matoran band, as the entire ground shifted sideways and dumped them, along with a large amount of water, through a hole in the island. The Matoran and their instruments plummeted into the ocean, followed quickly by all the water leaving the island with them. They spluttered and gasped as they kicked to the surface. “Okay, what?” demanded Aaa. “Not you, we were just screaming,” Random Matoran #35 said. “Oh. I hate it when that happens…” They all treaded water and looked around. “Where are we, anyway?” “We’re in the water.” Aaa looked over at him and sighed. “Yeah, thanks for that. Could you be more specific?” Suddenly, a torrent of water buffeted the assembled Matoran, knocking them this way and that as a large, black-armored figure broke the surface. “You’re roughly 2,143.75 kio away from the location of the Pit, or what’s left of it, anyway. Is that specific enough for you?” “Who are you?” asked Random Matoran #35. “I’m Hydraxon, Pit jailer. Or...at least I was, before the entire universe decided to lift up and move away just now.” “So can you help us get back? We were in Eary-Nui and...suddenly fell out,” explained Aaa. In response, Hydraxon pointed up. They followed his finger to where a towering stone structure now rose out of the water, climbing higher and higher until it was lost to sight amidst the clouds. “Eary-Nui will be up there.” “Where? Like 2, maybe 3 stories up, I hope?” asked Random Matoran #35. “No. Way up. Pretty close to the top, I might add. So you’d better all swim over there and start climbing.” “ “ the assembled band of Matoran emoticonned in unison. “Matoran of Metru Nui! I have a great announcement to make!” declared Turaga Nokama, who had decided to fill in as temporary leader of Metru Nui while Dume was busy running around panicking. “Hey, what about us?” demanded Tahu, standing in the Colosseum Box next to Nokama, the other Turaga, and the other Toa. “Sorry. I mean...Matoran and Toa of Metru Nui! I have a great announcement to make!” Nokama corrected herself. “Hey! What, we don’t count either?” asked Turaga Onewa. Nokama huffed. “Fine! Matoran, Toa, and Turaga of Metru Nui! I have a great announcement to make!” “Don’t forget us!” yelled a Kikanalo that had wandered into the Colosseum for some random reason. “You can’t even talk,” said Nokama. “Oh yeah. “ Nokama waited expectantly for several moments. When no one else seemed ready to interrupt her, she cleared her throat. “Ahem. Matoran, Toa, and Turaga and anyone else I forgot to mention of Metru Nui! I have a great announcement to make!” “GET ON WITH IT!” shouted some random Matoran. “YES, GET ON WITH IT!” said another one. “GET ON WITH IT!” shouted those guys from Monty Python. “I’m trying to, if you’d all stop interrupting me! Anyway, I have an announcement. Tomorrow is the start of a new year, as you all know, but it’s also something else that you all don’t know. Tomorrow is the Great Spirit Mata Nui’s birthday!” After the hubbub had died down, she continued, “That earthquake we all felt not too long ago is believed to be the awakening of the Great Spirit. What better way to honor him than to throw him a birthday party, and a New Year’s party at the same time!” “This sounds like a really bad Turaga Dume idea…” muttered Onua. Nokama shrugged. “Well I’m filling in for him, so I decided to do what he would probably do. For the record, I agree with you, Toa Onua.” “But that doesn’t make any--” “So,” Nokama said, turning back to the microphone, “let us all do our best to celebrate Mata Nui’s birthday! I want this to be the best New Year’s bash ever! Oh, and if someone could find the real Turaga Dume, please dump water on his head for me. Thanks!” As the crowd began to disperse, Nokama looked over at Matau. “So?” she asked. “How’d I do?” “Hmm...the speech was good, your Dume impersonation was spot-on, but there was zero mention of me in that speech. If it were me, I would have mentioned how awesome I was about 529 more times.” “So you liked it,” translated Nokama. “...Yes I liked-enjoyed it.” On the other side of the Colosseum Box, Tahu shook his head. “This can’t possibly end well.” “I’ll make a Birthday Pie!” exclaimed Tava, the Toa of Pie, excitedly. “It’s like a birthday cake, but a pie, which makes it automatically better! Better yet, I’ll make one big enough for the whole city!” Tava ecstatically bounced away, presumably to find an oven big enough for such a pie. “For once, the entire city’s in on it, though. And better yet, Dume’s incapacitated with his panicky ranting!” pointed out Gali. “Besides, it’s a birthday party for the Great Spirit, which I think we’d all agree is a very important holiday. Unlike Dume’s usual inventions. What could possibly go--” Onua clamped a hand over Gali’s mouth. “No. Don’t you dare say that. Anytime anyone says that, inevitably things become a complete disaster just to mess with us. Nobody say ‘what could possibly go wrong.’” “Uhh, Onua? You just did say it,” observed Takanuva. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” “Okay, who dumped me in a giant swimming pool,” Mata Nui asked aloud. “Don’t tell me it was Pranky-Nui, that guy is always doing stupid stuff like that. Where was I yesterday, anyway? How long was I asleep?” He lifted his arm to check his watch (sending a huge herd of Rahi falling this way and that in the process), and saw that it was broken. “Oh, come on. This thing even says ‘water resistant!’ When I get home, I am getting my money back…” On Metru Nui, preparations were in full swing. The usual New Year’s stuff was ready, of course, especially the giant (and now rather singed) disco ball to be rolled to the top of the Colosseum. This time, though, the Matoran had managed to recruit several Visorak to eat lots of birthday cake, then spin webs everywhere that now came out in “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATA NUI” streamers. It wasn’t long before the entire island was covered in the streamers. Tava had borrowed the Great Furnace in order to make a pie large enough to feed everyone. Gali was keeping Tahu restrained deep in the Archives, to avoid a repeat of the previous New Year’s debacle. Even Toa Santa and his (now-returned) Bohrok had decided to help out, repurposing leftover Naming Day decorations into birthday ones. “Hey, does anyone know where that Matoran marching band we sent off to Eary-Nui the other day went?” asked Lewa. “I liked that band.” “You would,” said Kopaka coldly. Onua scowled. “Knock it off with the lame pun already.” “What lame pun?” asked a confused Lewa. “Not you, Lewa0111.” (Will you stop talking to me? One of these days I’ll write a comedy without you breaking the fourth wall…) “Make an actually good comedy and I’ll stop criticizing it.” (You little…!) “ “ emoticonned Lewa and Kopaka. “As for the band,” continued Onua, ignoring the weird looks he was getting from talking to me, “I just assumed they got stuck rehearsing somewhere. You know how Yodel can get.” “ “ said Lewa. “I wanted them to play “Happy Birthday” for Mata Nui tonight! It’s not a party without music.” Onua and Kopaka pondered this for a moment. “Toa of Sonics,” Kopaka said cold...err, warmly. “That’s better,” said Onua with a smug smile. “What’s better?” asked Kopaka. “Not you. Lewa0111.” “Oh.” “Am I the only one who’s completely lost?” asked Lewa, frustrated. “What about Toa of Sonics?” Onua sighed. “It’s obvious,” he said. “They can make the song in lieu of the marching band!” “Oh! Right! Duh! I totally knew that,” said Lewa. “So all we have to do is find a Toa of Sonics and convince them to help us! I can get on that.” With a burst of his Miru Nuva and some elemental power, Lewa took off into the air. Wide-eyed, Onua and Kopaka stared after him for several long moments. “Did...did that just happen?” asked Kopaka. “Lewa...just...offered to do work!” gasped Onua, dumbfounded. “What is the world coming to?” “I don’t know. But I’m suddenly scared.” “Let’s just see what else we can do to help,” suggested Onua, “and put this weirdness out of our minds.” “Fine.” “Wait…” muttered Mata Nui, remembering the previous night, “wasn’t today when I had that date with Preti-Nui? Oh no, I probably look like a complete mess...where’s a mirror?” He then looked down at his feet, which were submerged entirely in water. “The water works.” He spent several moments looking at his reflection in the water when he noticed a large blotch on his nose. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! What the--!?” Tentatively, he felt his nose, where he realized there was a large blotch of trees still growing near the tip. “Stupid Bohrok! I didn’t tell you to miss a spot! This is embarrassing…” At long last, it was time to celebrate. The time approached midnight, and the preparations were set. The entire population of Metru Nui had assembled to celebrate the Great Spirit’s birthday and the new year. Best of all, Dume was nowhere to be found. Since no one wanted to risk another fire like last year, the Toa had to come up with an alternative method of doing the countdown. “Takanuva,” said Kopaka c...normally, “would you do the honors?” “No.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!” “Takanuva, please,” pleaded Gali. “Make Tahu do it. I’m tired.” “Okay, who switched yours and Lewa’s brains?” asked Onua. That did it. Takanuva stood up angrily. “That insult was completely uncalled for!” he yelled. “Fine, I’ll do it, just to prove I’m not lazy. Where’s that disco ball?” Everyone looked around for said disco ball, since it wasn’t at the top of the Colosseum as usual. “There it is!” exclaimed Pohatu with a , pointing to Le-Metru. They all followed his gaze to see the disco ball had rolled to a stop in front of the Moto-Hub, with six very flat-looking Turaga stuck to the sides. “Ooh, somebody got a strike!” “They’re not bowling, you moron!” said Gali. “I guess helping them push that thing up is the only thing Dume’s good for…” “I’ll fix it!” shouted Pohatu, activating his Mask of Speed and zooming toward Le-Metru before anyone could protest. The remaining Toa all sighed. “Takanuva. Continue,” said Kopaka. “Yes.” “!!HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” The Toa of Light readied his staff, looking to Onua for the countdown to begin (since Nokama, along with the rest of the Turaga, was still incapacitated by the disco ball). At one minute to midnight, he gave a thumbs-up, and Takanuva sent a blast of light in the shape of a number “60” toward the side of the Colosseum, lighting up the building. “60!” chanted the crowd of Matoran below. “59!” “58!” “57!” “Pie!” shouted Tava, in the voice of a concession stand guy, “Get your pies here! Every flavor imaginable, and even some that aren’t imaginable! All you can eat! Just be sure to save some room for the Birthday Pie!” The Toa of Pie wandered through the crowd of Matoran, passing out pies on request. “3.14 widgets per slice!” “45!” “44!” “43!” Somewhere on the southern end of Metru Nui, a hatch swung open and the band of Matoran from the beginning of the chapter spilled out. “Finally…” gasped Yodel, exhausted. “Thank Mata Nui we’re not late.” “They’re all at the Colosseum,” observed Hahli. “I say we just give up and rest,” Aaa suggested. “I agree,” agreed Random Matoran #35. “What? We can’t quit! The whole city’s counting on us to perform tonight! Get off your lazy butts and let’s go!” shouted Yodel. “Up, up, up!” “Uhh, Yodel?” asked Random Matoran #35 tentatively. “We don’t even have instruments. They all got lost in the water.” Yodel facepalmed. “You’re kidding me….You know what? We’re still performing. Hope you’re all good at singing!” Aaa and Random Matoran #35 looked at each other. “You’ve got to be kidding…” “22!” “21!” “20!” The chorus of Matoran arrived outside the Colosseum, where Yodel pounded on the door. “Let us in!” he shouted. “We’re here to perform!” The doors swung open and they joined the sea of Matoran already there. Nearby, Toa Lewa was marching in with a blue-armored Toa behind him. “Wait, what are you doing herE?” he asked. Then he noticed the last letter in his earlier sentence. “Okay, very funny…” “Ha, ha!” laughed the Rahkshi of Letter Control, scampering away. “We’re here to perform, Toa Lewa. We’re supposed to play ‘Happy Birthday,’ but our instruments got lost, so we’re singing it instead!” “Singing? Nah, that’s dumb. I went to a lot of trouble to cover for you.” “15!” “14!” “13!” Up in the Colosseum Box, Gali watched the argument between Yodel and Lewa. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, switching to her Miru and levitating down to the both of them. “Lewa, they said Toa of Sonics! Not Toa of Sonic! Two completely different things!” “Sounds the same to me…” muttered Lewa. “So...you don’t need me?” said Toa Heghogg, the Toa of Sonic. “But I was excited to help celebrate the Great Spirit’s birthday!” “And where are your instruments?” Gali asked Yodel. “Long story,” said Yodel. “9!” “8!” “7!” Outside the Moto-Hub, Pohatu approached the Turaga-covered disco ball. “Hi, Turaga! We can’t miss the countdown, the Toa need my help!” he explained. Nokama woozily lifted her head to look at the Toa. “Wait, Pohatu, that’s probably a bad idea,” she protested when she figured out what the Toa of Stone had in mind. “Oh, lighten up, Nokama, this will be fun!” said Matau excitedly. “Reminds me of our young-Toa days!” “Not the part of those days I wanted to remember…” “3!” “2!” “1!” On cue, Pohatu stepped back, then took a running start. When the countdown reached zero, Pohatu swung his foot forward. ~WHUNT!~ At the same time, Yodel lifted his baton and cued the chorus, who began to sing...very, very off-key. Toa Heghogg sent elemental blasts of Sonic this way and that, summoning blue hedgehogs who started spinning around everywhere and knocking things over. At the same time, Tava hit a remote control he had been carrying around, and the Great Furnace opened, launching a massive pie nearly half the size of the whole city into the air, where it rained down on everyone. Then, as if things weren’t bad enough, the massive disco ball, with screaming (and in Matau’s case, laughing) Turaga clinging to it for dear life, went rolling straight toward the Colosseum. The Toa Nuva all leapt from the Colosseum Box as the disco ball continued on its course, rolling straight up the structure like a ramp and launching into the air, where it lodged itself firmly into a large depression in the ceiling. “Well,” observed Gali wryly, “that could have gone worse.” Then the Colosseum creaked, and cracked, and finally toppled to the ground with a crash. Mata Nui suddenly found his head filled with an earsplitting racket and piercing headache. “Owwwww…” the Great Spirit complained. “Now what’s going on?” As if things weren’t bad enough, he felt an itching in his nose. He quickly looked around for a tissue, but as he was in the middle of an endless ocean, there were no tissues to be found. “Ah...ah...ah…CHOO!” To his complete confusion, he saw what looked an awful lot like a shiny disco ball flying out of his nose, accompanied by tiny voices screaming at the top of their lungs. His headache got worse and worse, and the cacophony (which sounded much like a chorus singing very poorly and out-of-tune) wouldn’t stop. “WILL YOU STOP THAT!?” he shouted at his own head, running around in the ankle-deep water out of frustration. In his haste to calm the racket, Mata Nui didn’t watch where he was running and slipped on a giant patch of seaweed under the water. “Oh no, not again…” The Great Spirit fell backward into the water and promptly drifted back into unconsciousness. The next morning, the Toa and Turaga Dume all surveyed the damage to the city from the roof of the Nuva Inn (as suggested by Lewa, naturally, who was charging Dume for the room). Dume, who had missed the previous night’s...erm…”festivities”, looked around at the landscape. “Not too bad this year,” he said. Gali bonked him over the head with the flat of her aqua ax. “The Colosseum’s destroyed, we’re still rounding up all those darn blue hedgehogs, the Turaga are nowhere to be found, the entire city is covered in pie, and you think it’s ‘not too bad?’” Dume shrugged. “Nothing’s on fire, which is a first.” “A fair point,” Gali conceded. “ “ said Tahu. “You know,” Dume continued, “I think we’ve really made Mata Nui happy. This was probably his best birthday ever!” THE END County-Nui the Word Counting Great Spirit: This comedy has 3,955 words. ~Happy 2016 from Lewa# Studios! Halloween Special 2015 Thanksgiving Special 2015 Christmas Special 2015 Lewa0111 Nuva
  12. I redesigned the 8998 set. I made him taller, bulkier, and get rid of the ugly yellow parts. I've also updated his sword and shield. Full album: http://imgur.com/a/k6vfP (Also I'm not seeing a way to edit HTML to resize these things?)
  13. So, this project has been on my "want to do" list for quite a while, and I've finally gotten around to sharing pictures of my progress so far. I'll start by saying that I've had zero experience working with silicone or resin before now, and this is my first ever attempt at making a mold of anything. Anyway, I wanted to make a Mata Nui stone/totem, similar to what is seen in the comics and mini movies to represent the Great Spirit. I started with a small model to test the process, and it turned out pretty good. The pieces I've made so far have been cold casted with aluminum powder. Once I've had a bit more practice, I'm going to try casting cement pieces for a more authentic stone look. For my first attempt, I coated the inside of the mold with a thin layer of powder before casting, which (I believe) resulted in a pocket of air/powder at the base of the mold (the top of the piece). I decided not to pre-coat the mold for the second cast, and the result was a much darker version without any major hiccups. By the third try I was able to eliminate much of the seam and tiny air bubbles that were present in the first casts, but it's still not perfect. In the album, the first picture is of the last cast (unfinished). When I have a little more time I will try to put up some thumbnails so there's not as much clicking to do. For now, here is the link to the entire album (good luck ): https://flic.kr/s/aHskjhP8aa Update: This past weekend I had a little time and decided to create a new totem mold to allow the cast to sit upright. The process is partially documented on DeviantArt, but the final photos are also posted below (I am going to see how the autoscaling works, and may just end up linking back to the album). I'm pretty happy with how the new mold came out. I fixed a few things that bothered me about the first one, but of course the this one isn't perfect either. Personally, the eyes are not as symmetrical as I'd like them to be (something I made worse by digging at them with a razor blade >.<), and the "nose" line seems a bit too wide to me. Everything considered, it sits upright and I'm happy. I also went hiking this weekend and found some pieces of natural coal, which I may try to use to create the shape the Makuta stone. That's it! Thanks for looking! Comments, questions and criticism are always appreciated!
  14. Well, here he is at last. I built the original version of this MOC way back in 2011, shortly after Bionicle's 'end,' but I've been slowly making changes to it over time and it certainly looks very different from the original. He is one of my most prized MOCs, I hope you like him as well! Also, if you're interested in seeing more of this guy, and talking with a bunch of other Bionicle fans about Bionicle: The Audio-Narration-Project, then head over to my channel at 4PM Central Standard Time on October 24th for our 1000 subscribers livestream video! Front Back Action Pose Just a little word here, I always thought to myself when Click transforms, who's to say he can't transform into other things? That concept has lived out in the form of this Scaranax Launcher (Like the name? ) Weapons Comparison (As you can see, the original model has sacrificed his leg guards ) Once again, be sure to tune in for our channel's livestream! As of now, you guys have seen all my big Bionicle MOCs, and with college happening, I'm not exactly sure when I'll have time to build more. Hope you guys liked 'em!
  15. Mata nui was a pivotal character in G1 Bionicle's lore, often portrayed in a light similar to that of a deity. In 2008 however, the mystery of just what Mata Nui truly was was laid to rest, with the reveal of the GSR. But not long after this reveal, the spirit of the machine was ejected into the depths of space, trapped inside the powerful Kanohi Ignika. It crash landed on the barren wasteland of Bara Magna, and constructed a body for its host - Mata Nui himself. We finally had a face to the Great Spirit. But before 2009, how did you envision Mata Nui? What did you thing he looked like? Did you think we'd ever find out? Were you disappointed when you discovered the truth?
  16. Hey everyone! I had been thinking for awhile and I realized just how much I wished we had gotten a Great Spirit Robot set. ... It would have been the ultimate titan to send off Bionicle. With that being said, I think now is an amazing opportunity for people to try and create a model of the robot via shapeways.com. I'd love to see a modeler take on the challenge of making a GSR. What are your guys' thoughts on all of this?
  17. I've been lazy in the past. Today, that continues. But yeah, it kind of looks like a giant rooster. Or something. Front Back It Strikes! The Guts So this MOC was inspired by the 2001 Rahi. This style is new to me, so it's certainly not my best, but I had a lot of fun building it. I'll probably remake it at some point if I'm so inclined. Things I'd like to improve: 1. Create a happy medium between exposed and concealed Technic. Right now the front and back are each at unhappy extremes. 2. Improve the trigger for the striking function. While I like the function itself, the whole back acts as the trigger, which is kind of unsatisfying. Comments, criticism appreciated, as always. Enjoy!
  18. 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
  19. Picture says it all. What exactly is up with things like that? Are they doomed to remain moral plot holes or are there explanations for them? Please note that that's just an example. There are a lot of other strange contradictions like that in the Toa and Mata Nui's Moral Code.
  20. Millennium

    The Awakening

    I: The Banishment The millenary inscriptions poured down from history itself flowed endlessly under their eyes. From just to the night earlier to the furthest and darkest moments of the time before time, not a single year nor month or day of matoran record was ignored, and doomed to oblivion. Every inch of the vast smoke-filled room was covered in the circular hieroglyphs of the matoran alphabet, detailing all that has been: the collective memory of the matoran community, which scholars from all across the island came to study and recall, with an almost religious reverence to history, so strong and faithful to give them the necessary courage to face the many dangers of a long journey. Probing deeper and deeper into the valleys of history, proceeding towards the stairs, the stone pillars, the relics and the altar to the gods at the very bottom of the room, the common round characters to which every matoran is used were progressively replaced by hexagonal ones and then by totally absurd and incomprehensible signs: the writing of the matoran that had been and that were no more, describing the life of an once rich and advanced civilization, long before the matoran escape and settlement on the tropical Mata Nui. Translating these ancient texts passed down through time was a sacred task that brought matoran from all the koros together. Most of the time, however, the translated inscriptions did not make much sense to modern matoran. Takua bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming. The poor quality Huna he wore to enter the temple fell of his backpack with a loud clang. “By the Great Beings! – cried Kodan – Oh, no. No, no, no. We’d better leave now.” “Shh, shh. No one heard us, keep calm.” Takua tried to reassure his po-matoran cousin, albeit uncertain of his own words. Even if they were found, what could happen? The guards would have just scolded them from entering the temple without permission. At night. They were not doing anything forbidden, after all. Kodan’s mask of sonar was pleated in an expression of increasing tension and fear. The po-matoran’s clear blue eyes were tremblingly staring at Takua, looking for trust, for bolstering. From the top of his positive approach to life, of his optimistic view of society and reality, and his jokeful way to solve problems that always managed to save his skin, Takua looked down on his cousin’s fears with mockery, and a smile. “Listen, there is nothing to fear, Kodan. – he encouraged him, serene – Just concentrate on those writings. If you really manage to translate them as you told me, Vakama will praise you. Keep calm and nothing will go wrong.” “I want to believe you, Takua.” “Good boy.” The ta-matoran patted him on the back, several times. Sheesh. He sure wasn’t so dang paranoid when he first proposed this. Takua’s cousin Kodan was way different from him. A bit more fearing of authority and faith, a bit less enterprising and unwary. All things that in the eyes of the community were to commend, he was a model matoran in those terms. But not in Takua’s. To him, someone like Kodan, most of the entire matoran population to be honest, was dreary and unpretentious. People did not know how to have fun, or what fun was, at times. All they did and all they thought about was their daily chores, their dear three virtues, the sense of duty, a life entitled entirely and utterly to work in honor of the Great Spirit. Surely those were times in which most, if not all, forms of entertainment were frowned upon, to say the least. Dangerous infected rahi on the loose, pressing more and more onto the villages borders, preying at each and every matoran’s very life. Matoran were constantly busy, and frightened, and suspicious, and stressed. They carried on praying helplessly to their sleepy god for ultimate salvation, or just for an instant of leisure and relief from a day of fatigue, when they had all the power to create, carve in the hours of daylight, amid unavoidable toils, their own moment of peace and recreation. Instead, they kept building stress inside of them. The po-matoran, at least, had koli. Takua sighed, pitying and cursing himself for his past decision to leave Po-Koro for Ta-Koro. He could not recall what passed through his mind, back then, the reason for such an unreasonable choice. As the two matoran’s shadowy silhouettes danced on the engraved walls, under the frenetic light of the temple’s candles and the firmer one of the duo’s own lighstones, Takua gazed onto his cousin, questioning what he has been asking to himself over and over again for quite a long time: How could someone leave Po-Koro? Nevertheless, Kodan had an ambition, a dream, and regardless that Takua deemed it to be rather weird, he appreciated and praised his cousin for this self-committed goal: to shed light onto the dark past of the matoran, deciphering the inscriptions of the ancient long-dead chroniclers, and become a chronicler himself. Such passion for uncovering the unknown past had Kodan pay visit to Takua very often. Takua did not share this zeal of his. He was attracted, however, by the enchanting tales and myths which old matoran’s history was wrapped of and, moreover, the enigmas concerning the ancient relics housed within the Wall of History. And not to solve them, obviously. Enigmas and riddles would lose all their inebriating influence if they were solved. Such relics were instruments and tools of unknown, long-forgotten origin, configuration and purpose, devised eons ago, memoirs of the glorious civilization that the matoran were, before the shadow of the Great Beast haunted and followed them across their many travels. Or so the Turaga would have the matoran believe. While Kodan’s interest was in facts, in realism and conciseness, leading to the chronicles, Takua’s literary call was that for ghost and adventure stories, built upon the rumors and the speculations this or that relic generated. He was quite good at it, too, making himself a name mostly because of his mythic and fictitious – he insisted on this aspect, as he heard that some of them spread across Ta-Wahi were actually believed to be true – tales, other than, of course, the numerous big and small incidents his playful and naïve attitude saw him involved in. The ta-matoran’s attention was then grabbed by something he immediately desired to grab. At the bottom wall of the temple, there were two massive staircases, mutually symmetrical. From the floor, they brought up, nearly at the maximum height of the Wall of History, until they both stopped abruptly, leading to nowhere, separated, by an empty space wide about the size of a matoran and high roughly about four. Amidst this chasm of holy stone, hanging over the void below, clinging onto the wall by nothing else but two tiny poles, there laid some sort of cane, or staff. Or maybe, an arcane weapon. From afar, Takua could not recognize its colors, although he could judge with a certain degree of confidence that they were rather fair. It did not look like anything more than some very old, unalluring piece of wood coated with a shiny paint or metallic layer, culminating in a razor-edged, elongated and baroque topper vaguely reminiscent of the Turaga of Ice’s staff. Did this stop Takua from wanting to get his hands on it? Of course not. Walking through the pillars and altars presenting to the viewer many forbidden pieces of lost technology, perhaps still functioning, he blamed himself for having never noticed the eerie staff before: it was in plain sight. And if he did notice it, how did he not remember, how could he not be intrigued nor allured? It was so plain and bare, yet it was there, alone, in a reserved and special spot, inaccessible. Anyone with a sense for mysteries and secrets would heed the staff’s ominous call and reach for it instantly. Takua was no matoran to ignore this call. His chestlight flashed more and more rapidly at every rung. “Takua! – panicked Kodan, seeing himself alone for a moment, terribly worried – Get down from there! What are you doing?” “Shut your mouth, you noisy pokawi! I just want to get a closer look…” Given that such a deed was easy. The space between the two staircases was larger than what Takua had hoped it to be, and the lighting there was very poor. If that cane was of some extraordinary significance – and it was, no way it could not be – one would expect it to be well lit. You just don’t put something so special where anyone cane see it, but you don’t provide good lightning for it. Hehe. – Takua was thinking, feeling somewhat proud and very intelligent – One might as well hide it, in that case. Aimlessly and to no use he furiously shook his lightstone in hope it could shed at least a sparkle onto the arcane staff. He could only notice that there was an inscription, in current matoran, he was sure of it, below it, and that it was of some shade of light blue. He ferociously desired to have a Matatu with him, and moaned. Instead, all he had was a powerless Huna, so shoddy its power lasted mere minutes, making the escape from the temple a quite complex task – Coming to think of it, were did I leave it? – and an useless Pakari. Maybe not so useless. Calling forth all his courage and recklessness, and the power of the mask of strength, Takua jumped. His four fingers tried in vain to reach the staff, before safely landing onto the top of the opposite staircase. “Are you crazy? Do you want to break your neck?” cried Kodan angrily, leaving his beloved portion of the wall to stay near his foolish companion. He was more genuinely worried than heated, despite the tone of his words. “Dear Artakha! Will you please be silent?” Takua jumped again. And again, his fingers clasped but thin air. “Takua, stop this. I don’t like where this is going. – his brown hands reached for his yellow mask of sonar, glowing at his will – I…I sense some steps. Someone is near. Please, Takua, we need to go now.” “Hang on just a little more…” The ta-matoran jumped one last time. His blonde feet did not meet solid ground. Both his hands grasped around the handle of the ancient item, and just like the staff itself, with the staff, Takua was hanging several feet off the ground. Now what was I trying to do? He said to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry in desperation. “Takua, I don’t know what in Artakha’s name you are trying to do. Whatever it is, stop it. Get down! Give it up!” This time Kodan made no effort to keep his voice low – he plainly screamed. “I...I won’t. I can’t!” It was quite a fall from there, the height was proving to be more frightening than what he thought it could be. His hold was already starting to loosen. If I really have to go down, breaking my legs – he thought – I want to bring this thing with me. Surging once more from the Pakari, Takua pushed and pulled, trying to slack the staff from its place. An horrid, creeping, creaking sound preceded his fall, and Kodan’s yell of agony. The Sacred Fire. A timeless flame which has never stopped burning through the ages, constantly nourished and cared; wherever the ta-matoran – and the whole matoran community with them – were or would go, the light and heat of the Sacred Fire, or a torch lit from its eternal hearth, would accompany their thriving and strife, and spread to the world as the matoran themselves. It was one of the duties of the Turaga of Fire to keep the Sacred Fire alive. It was the stare of the Turaga of Fire that oppressed and crushed the two fools with shame, on their knees before the Turaga’s judgment. The Sacred Fire burning at the centre of Vakama’s home, behind the elderly matoran figure, as well as the loads of candles lit among statuettes representing the Great Spirit, blazing in many colors, created a strange lighting that confused the eyesight. The Turaga’s orange Huna was darker than usual in such conditions. Not that Takua or Kodan could see it, their eyes fixed on the dusty ground by the weight of shame and guilt. The Turaga shook his head silently, staring at the two broken fragments of the Chronicler’s staff – so he called the instrument burning Takua’s curiosity. The tip of Vakama’s Firestaff harmonically and softly, yet ominously, hit the ground, elaborating a dark soundtrack for Takua and Kodan’s impending fate. No other sound but the crackling of the Sacred Fire. The duo’s breath itself seemed to have stopped, and none of them had the courage to even whisper. The three matoran, plus the guards at the Turaga’s door, were as frozen and surrounded by utter silence, if not for the Firestaff beats. Then Vakama started to walk back and forth, and the tingling of the fire emblem hanging around his neck added to the music. And he spoke. “Do you realize how old the Chronicler’s staff is?” No answer came. “It is perhaps the oldest artifact we possess. When our ancestors decided to put down in words we could read the history of our people, the very first chronicler forged this very tool – he pointed at the broken parts with his staff – to carve the very first letters onto the very first Wall of History, which we have been copying and translating restlessly in our travels.” Takua closed his eyes, as if doing so could take him away from that situation. “But it seems like words don’t get through to you, do they, Takua? It seems that having saved me from the skull spiders three years ago somehow gave you the rights to do as you please. I have told you once, and I will tell you again. Do I need to remember that ‘sport’ you invented and promoted, lavasurfing, as you called it, such a dangerous and unorthodox activity? Even among our youngest children, our hope and future, putting their lives in peril! And what about that time you took part in an expedition to the Tren Krom pass, without being member of the excavation team, nearly causing the cave to collapse?” The tremendous recalling seemed to have no end. Takua remained religiously quiet and accepted passively all that the Turaga was scolding him for, for it was just the truth after all. He just wanted to know what his punishment was. Recollecting his past mistakes – even if he did not consider lavasurfing a mistake, not at all – was of no help. “Now, this. What passed through your mind, Takua? And through yours, Kodan. Your father Ekimu won’t be pleased at all. Entering the Wall of History without authorization. At night. Evading the guards, like smugglers, like thieves. For what? Couldn’t you have waited till dawn, like regular scholars?” With the flame-shaped top of his Turaga staff, Vakama turned to Takua and forced to raise his head and look his Turaga in the eyes. “Do not get me wrong, Takua. I appreciate your spirit, and your heart. For having saved me, of course. I might be dead by now if it wasn’t for you. But you have been a nuisance, recently, to me and to the other villagers. Tearing apart this sacred relic, for how irrelevant it may seem to you, is a very grave deed for me, and for our culture.” Takua realized the time has come. Vakama’s sermon had ended and now, he waited silently his sentence, ready to accept it whatever it may take, and knowing that there was no way to avoid it. “I, Turaga Vakama son of Tahnok, successor of Turaga Dume, chief of Ta-Wahi and guide of the ta-matoran, hereby banish you, Takua son of Vohon, from the village of Ta-Koro, to the Ta-Wahi beach.” “What?! Banish!” yelled Takua, standing on his feet. He was ready for everything, sure, but not this. “No way! You can’t banish me, Turaga! You…you can’t! I don’t deserve this punishment for…for breaking an old stick! I won’t…” “On your knees, villager! – shouted one of the guards, striking Takua on the legs with the bottom of his spear, and then on his back, forcing him to kiss the dust of the floor – And watch your mouth. It’s your Turaga you’re talking to.” “Easy, guard.” Vakama calmed his man. “Turaga Vakama… – Takua whispered, daring to glance but at the Turaga’s feet, and at the train of his royal cape, decorated with the fire symbol, repeated countlessly inside small circles – Banished…for how long?” “Don’t see in banishment such a grave punishment, you will see that this is quite mild. You are just no longer allowed to enter Ta-Koro, until you prove to me and to your fellow villagers your good heart and that fun is not all you care about. Or you can seek fortune elsewhere.” “But, Turaga, please…not the Ta-Wahi beach! I…I hate the smell, and it’s tremendously cold there at night!” Kodan and Vakama could not believe their ears. Takua still had the heart to joke. “Why…why not the Tren Krom pass? At least it’s always cold. I’m begging you, Turaga.” “I’m sorry, Takua. As your Turaga, even in banishment I must be assured of your well-being, and the beach is the safest place to stay at the moment. Once you are there, you are free to choose your destiny.” “What-what about my cousin? – screamed then Takua in one last rush, trying immediately to prove his ‘good heart’, and in a honest way – He didn’t do anything bad, it was me who broke the staff and I made him stay ev-” “Don’t listen to him, Turaga Vakama. – Kodan interrupted, showing even more courage and honesty than his fire cousin – It was my decision to sneak into the first place. I deserve the same punishment.” “Enough. – said Vakama firmly, raising his free hand – Do not cover each other. You are both guilty. And Kodan, don’t be stupid. You are no ta-matoran neither a ta-wahian, I have limited powers over you. However, Takua: since he was host at your home, he shall be your host in banishment as well. Free to return under the watch of Turaga Onewa whenever he prefers, of course, and face whatever judgment he will deem right. Now, leave.”
  21. A few Matoran designs for my Binacle re-imagining. Yes, all Matoran are children. I know some people don't like that idea but I saw the Matoran-Toa-Turaga cycle as the natural aging of the species and ran with it. Plus I had to keep the height difference between them and the Toa. Because Mata Nui is a pre-industrial tropical society, pants and shoes are rare. The Onu-Matoran are the only tribe that wears something resembling "modern" clothing. Kotu is way smaller than she should be, and the last three were random designs that I ended up applying to specific characters. I tried to give each tribe their own unique style of clothing so a viewer can tell which element a Matoran is, even in grayscale.
  22. I recently got to thinking about what the Mata Nui Saga would look like if it was in chronological order instead of having all those flashbacks, so I decided to try to figure out what the chronological order of the chapters would be. I came up with this order: 0, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 13, 14, 20, 21, 22, 1, 4, 5, 6, 10, 11, 12, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, then 23-33 normally. I tried making a rearranged version of the flash file from the Biomedia Project, and the images and audio work fine, but I couldn't get the subtitles to correspond. Any thoughts on the rearranged order or how I can make the subtitles match up? -TotBI
  23. https://www.flickr.com/photos/114873918@N08/17038374995/ Enjoy
  24. There's been plenty of debate among bonkles fans as to the size and scale of the Great Spirit Robot, and if there's even enough room inside there for a whole world while still being able to move without completely destroying the surface of Bara Magna due to its gravity. Plus the fact that if the GSR was 40 million feet tall, Spherus Magna would have to be the size of Jupiter. No terrestrial planet can get that big. I thought about how to make the GSR work for my fanfics. Then it hit me. Mata Nui is bigger on the inside...the Matoran Universe is a pocket dimension! Why didn’t the writers themselves use that explanation? It would have been so simple. The Matoran Universe being another dimension solves almost all the problems with Mata Nui’s size and scale. Plus there’s already alternate dimensions in Bionicle canon. It would also explain the weird physics. Bam I just fixed Bionicle. You're welcome nerds.
  25. Mata Nui, Master of Life Well, here's the first MOC I've posted online. When I heard about the new contest, I tried to figure out what character I could make out of my limited supply of Bionicle 2015 pieces (Tahu, Gali, and the Protector of Jungle). While there's more I would have liked to do with it, I'm still pretty happy with the results. I hope you like it. Main picture Left side Right side Ready for action Hello my baby, hello my honey Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.
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