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Welcome to the review topic for Embers. This tale unfolds in an alternate timeline where the Great Spirit Robot mysteriously shuts down in the midst of Teridax’s takeover. In the wake of this second Great Cataclysm, lightstones and heatstones begin to dim and die throughout the universe, dooming its denizens to a dark, cold demise. Metru Nui – with lifegiving light still seeping through the sun holes overhead, and its cold streets heated by the fires of the Great Furnace – becomes the last bastion for the Matoran species. But when the city’s Toa depart to rescue Matoran still trapped out in the dark of the dying universe, they leave the populace vulnerable to the machinations of an unexpected enemy, and return to a city they no longer recognise. I won’t include content warnings for each specific chapter, so be aware that this story will have a darker tone, both literally and figuratively. There are no clear-cut heroes in Embers, no easy answers or perfect heroes. The story deals with themes of loss and despair, PTSD and misplaced faith, but also hope despite adversity, and unity against great odds. In chapters to come, there will be depictions of violence, mentions of suicide, ethical dilemmas, and bonkle-styled cursing. For the purists out there, be warned that within the world of Embers, genders aren’t locked to specific elements, romance does exist, and some aspects of Bionicle history have been reinterpreted. On a similar note, I generally prefer not to mess with canon characters too much when writing fanfics. As such, this story won’t be featuring too many familiar faces. I’ll leave it up to the imagination of readers as to whether there were simply different heroes in this universe, or if the heroes of prime canon met with unfortunate fates off-screen. Those who’ve read some of my older stories on this site, or have played with me over on the RPG forum, may also recognise some names or character concepts. That’s just me recycling old ideas I like; no prior knowledge of older versions of those characters is required, and they will likely be portrayed differently in this story anyway (though I may slip in some sneaky references on occasion). With all of that out of the way, any feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy Embers.
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Prologue – Dying Of The Light From the notes of Chronicler Crisda. Deep down, everyone’s afraid of the dark. It’s a powerful, primal thing, an instinct born long before any of us were created. In the dark, anything could be waiting. A ravenous rahi, a roving Rahkshi, Karzahni or Irnakk or Tren Krom or any one of the other nightmares of legend. But now we know there’s nothing waiting for us in the dark. Nothing at all. And somehow, that makes it even more frightening. Two years have passed since everything changed. Two years since the Turaga of Metru Nui sent the universe’s greatest Toa heroes to Karda Nui to reawaken the Great Spirit, a mission from which they never returned. Two years since the day that the stars formed the shape of the Kanohi Kraahkan and Makuta Teridax proclaimed his dominion over creation. Two years since war and strife wracked our universe. Two years since the terrible earthquake, and the even more terrifying stillness that followed it. Two years since the lightstones started to die. It started small, at first. Old stones fizzling out, as they sometimes did. But then newer stones started to die as well. Even the fresh ones dug out of the mines seemed dimmer. And then, within only a few weeks, there were no functioning lightstones left to be found. We could still hook them up to the city’s generators and charge them that way, but whatever had once empowered them naturally no longer worked. Soon, the same thing started to happen to our heatstones. And it wasn’t just Metru Nui. Boats began to arrive, ferrying Matoran, Turaga, and Toa from shores far afield, where the dark and cold had rendered entire lands unliveable. I myself was among them. Only the heat of the Great Furnace and the lifegiving light of Twin Suns still shining high overhead had kept Metru Nui from meeting the same fate. The city welcomed the refugees with open arms, of course. More Matoran meant more workers to help keep the city functioning enough for us all to continue surviving. More Turaga meant more wisdom to aid in navigating our new situation. More Toa meant more protectors. However, we soon learned of one land that our fellow Matoran had been unable to leave. Though those who sailed past or docked to resupply said its streets remained busy and its foundries still spewed smoke, Xia hadn’t sent a single ship our way. A team of Toa were sent to meet with the Toa of Xia and arrange the relocation of their Matoran, but of the six who departed, only three returned. The tidings they brought were grim: the Vortixx of Xia had slain their city’s Toa team and taken the Matoran as slaves, forcing them to work the power plants to keep their city alive. And when they’d learned of new Toa in their midst, the Vortixx had promptly tried to kill them as well. Debate raged for days, but the decision was never in doubt. The last fifty Toa in existence departed for Xia, intent on liberating the trapped Matoran. Weeks passed, and a lone boat limped back to Metru Nui, bearing four injured Toa and a few dozen rescued Matoran. Their report on the situation in Xia was a dire one. Embroiled in a battle to liberate the Matoran, the Toa had found themselves caught in an unexpected crossfire. From the South had come the Dark Hunters, intent on taking the city’s technology and power for themselves. And from the East had come the Skakdi hordes, seemingly motivated by nothing more than a defiant desire to end their lives fighting in the universe’s last great war, instead of dying quietly in the dark. We waited for our Toa to return. We prayed to our absent Great Spirit. Some even offered prayers to Makuta Teridax. Neither god answered us. A few brave Matoran even boarded a boat and set sail for Xia. They didn’t return either. And still, the rest of us waited. And waited. More than a year passed before the Toa finally came home, but the world they found was not the one they had left behind. And the world they made was not one any of us expected.
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Hello everyone! 💗 I'd love to know which battle vehicle sets are your favorite and see if anyone likes the same ones I do :0 My favorite is the Rockoh-T3, I love the vehicle shaping and the little Pohatu riding it with a new mask design, such a good set in my eyes!
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This is the first episode of a BIONICLE documentary series I made with my friend Political_Slime, where we reveal the original pitch that kicked off constraction through an exclusive interview with Andrew Nagel, a design consultant. This is a story we uncovered back in September 2021. For many years, we thought Christian Faber's Cybots project in 1995 was what started the concept, but that turned out to not be the case. Hope you all enjoy this first ep!
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Vidrar Built for the First Round of Biocup 2022, the theme was Kaiju, Subtheme Aquatic. I created a microscale undersea station where humans captured one of Vidrar's pups... now she has found the human base and is very angry. For the fin I used one of Ben 10's dark blue rubber wings while the pups were created using a Visorak foot. 16/06/22
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One of the ideas I originally had for "The Referee" was a story chronicling the genesis of the popular Mata Nui game. While I ultimately went another direction with the aforementioned story, I felt the idea was too good not to use. So here is the story of Koli. Enjoy! Edit: changed the latter half of the story slightly. Thank you @Master Inika for the feedback. THE CREATION OF KOLI Small black figures were starting to appear on the desert horizon. As they neared the Path of Prophecies, they revealed themselves to be a cavalcade from Onu-Koro. In the front and back rode members of the Ussalry on crabs adorned in purple and black, flanking an older, larger Ussal in the middle. On that Ussal sat the village elder - Turaga Whenua. Turaga Onewa of Po-Koro stood on the village wall and anxiously watched the procession approach. The two Turaga had a matter of great urgency to discuss: a disagreement between members of their respective villages which, if ignored, could end in disaster. The Onu-Koro cavalcade stopped at the village entrance. The guards of Po-Koro exchanged looks with the members of the Ussalry. After a tense moment of silence, the Po-Matoran saluted and allowed the cavalcade to pass, although their gaze stood fixed on the congregation as it entered. Up above, Turaga Onewa sighed with relief and hurried back down. He found the newcomers dismounting their crabs in the nearby shade. The Onu-Matoran, still blinking from the glow of the bright desert sand, were holding their staffs firmly, carefully examining their surroundings and the Po-Matoran, who in turn, eyed the newcomers with barely disguised contempt. Two members of the Ussalry helped Turaga Whenua get down from his Ussal. Whenua stepped out of the shade and looked around, as if he was searching for someone to welcome him and his congregation to the village. Turaga Onewa smiled and stepped forward. “Brother! Welcome to Po-Koro!” Whenua looked and when he saw Onewa approach, he smiled as well and held out his fist. The two Turaga greeted each other like in the time before time. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” continued Onewa. “I hope your journey was uneventful. I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t feel it was urgent.” “Thank you, brother, for your kind welcome,” replied Whenua. “While I don’t like to leave my familiar underground caverns, I feel in this case, I had no other choice but to come here.” Onewa nodded grimly. Together, they took a walk. “I like what you’ve done with the place,” joked Whenua, referring to the newly built village. Onewa chuckled. “It isn’t exactly Po-Metru,” he said, “but it’s as close as we will ever get.” “You should come and see what we’ve done with Onu-Koro,” said Whenua. “I believe you’ll like the ambient.” “I’m sure I will,” replied Onewa, “but let us leave that for another time. Come to my hut, we have important matters to attend to.” *** Onewa explained what had happened. A miner from a visiting group of Onu-Matoran had made some less than savoury comments about Po-Koro sculptures. The Po-Matoran, naturally offended by such a statement, returned the favour by questioning the quality of Onu-Koro stone. What followed was a heated exchange of words and Matoran tools. The elder of Po-Koro barely stopped the fight from getting any worse. “Where are the miners now?” asked Whenua. “They are keeping to themselves in their hut,” answered Onewa. “They barely go outside and when they do, I can feel the resentment in the air.” “I’m sorry about their behaviour, brother.” “You need not apologise, my friend. The blame lies in the pride of both our people. What we need to do is find a way to reconcile the differences between them.” “What did you have in mind?” “Remember the game we used to play back on Metru Nui?” “Akilini?” “Yes. Our people both want to prove they are the best at what they do. We need to give them something to channel their competitiveness.” Whenua pondered. “But where are you going to get all those disks?” Onewa smiled. “We don’t need disks. We already have rocks.” *** The Matoran gathered at the back of the village. Barries of stone were placed around a field, creating what Turaga Onewa called a “stadium”. In each corner were two pillars covered at the top by another. Onewa called them “goals”. Around the field, makeshift stands were constructed for the Matoran. The people from both villages were now seated, far from each other, conversing loudly and occasionally throwing an insult to the other camp. On the floor of the stadium lay crudely crafted stone balls. Turaga Whenua and Turaga Onewa entered the field. “I hope this works,” murmured Onewa. “I have a feeling it will,” calmed Whenua. “Now, won’t the ‘referee’ ordain the match?” Onewa bumbed fists with Whenua and stepped towards the middle of the stadium. “Attention, dear Matoran!” he called. The crowds fell silent at once. “As you are no doubt aware, there has been some discord between the people of Po-Koro and Onu-Koro. Turaga Whenua and I do not believe in violence as a means of solving conflict. We have henceforth decided that the people of our villages will settle our differences another way.” He pointed towards the stone balls on the floor. “We propose to you a game to determine who is in the right. Players from both villages will compete in kicking these balls into the opponents’ goals.” The crowds gasped with intrigue and excitement. “We will play until one of the two teams scores 21 goals. The one to do so will win the match. Are we understood?” Cheers from the stands made it clear that the Matoran understood. “Very well. May the game begin!” *** The game lasted the entire afternoon. At first, the Matoran struggled to master this new sport and played rough, necessitating a few interventions by the Turaga. But after some time, they played as if they knew how to play from the very beginning. At first, the Po-Matoran seemed to have the upper hand against the slow and sun-blinded Onu-Matoran. As twilight began to shine on the field, however, the earth-dwellers started to catch up. Every goal was met with excited shouts from the stands. The spirit of competition grew and while it did get loud, no tools were ever thrown. It was now getting dark and the teams were tied at 20 goals. “Maybe we shouldn’t have copied that rule about 21 goals,” whispered Whenua to his Po-Koro equivalent. “Next time we play, we should change it to something else. Maybe a predetermined number of goals. What do you say, brother?” Much to the Onu-Turaga’s annoyance, Onewa wasn’t listening. He was too focused on the game. The crowd was silently anticipating the final, tiebreaking goal. All eyes were on a Kakama wielding Po-Matoran, who had showed incredible skill in this new sport. “That’s Huki,” said Onewa to Whenua with barely contained excitement. “He is the captain of the Po-Koro Guard and my right-hand Matoran.” The fateful moment had begun as Onepu, a member of the Ussalry who had joined the game, sent a ball flying into Huki’s goal. Thinking quickly, the Po-Matoran took a step back and when the ball came close, he struck it with his head, sending it into the goal guarded by a miner named Taipu. The Onu-Matoran goalkeeper had no time to react. The ball flew past him and straight into the goal. Elated Po-Matoran stood up and celebrated Po-Koro’s victory. Onewa found that he too was standing and cheering. “Calm down, brother!” laughed Whenua. “You still have to play referee.” Onewa immediately sat back down, ready to quell any argument that would erupt as a result of the outcome. He scanned the stands and stadium. To his surprise, he found Onu-Matoran congratulating the Po-Matoran equals, shaking hands and patting each other on the back. It seemed that thanks to the game, the spirit of camaraderie trumped the spectre of resentment. Realising this, he shook hands with the Onu-Turaga. “Wonderful game, brother!” said Whenua. “Your players have shown incredible skill.” “Your players were not far behind!” replied Onewa. “But thank you.” They both watched as the crowd lifted Huki and carried him across the stands. “There’s still one thing left to discuss, though,” remarked Whenua, suddenly. Onewa looked at him with confusion. “What’s that?” “How shall we call this new game?” Onewa pondered. It can’t be Akilini, he said to himself. Then he came up with a number of sophisticated names, none of which he felt suited this simple sport. At last, he found it and shared it with Whenua.
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So there's been a bunch of rumors recently about bionicle coming back in 2025-2026, none of it is confirmed but i've seen it trending in the lego community so we can only hope it's true, made this thread so that everyone can discuss thoughts and their own rumors.
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Morphol Built for the Creeps from the Concept collab, a collab in which we built mocs based on Barraki's original concept art: In this case, I chose the one with the orange visor and long arms. I decided to reinterpret the long arms with a pair of tentacles and create a sort of diving suit for this creature. I used both Vidiyo and Dots rubber pieces for this moc, the head is also made of rubber parts: 3 white Kraata. 08/10/23
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Floral Fury Built for the "Plants vs. Horror" collab hosted by Bionilug. I know, it's not so much horror, let's say the real horror comes from the point of view of the Matoran in this specific situation. 13/11/2023
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BT: Orphan More on Instagram My take on a BT from Death Stranding
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One thing that really bothered me about the 2004-05 story arc, is how it doesn't provide any satisfying conclusion to Onewa's character arc. How did the irate Toa of Stone, who it seemed kept looking for fights, become someone called "the referee"? The question bothered me enough to try and fill the gap with a story. The Toa Metru have landed back on the island of Mata Nui. Vakama is off retrieving the Vahi and Onewa is tasked with leading the team while the Ta-Toa is away. As he helps his brothers and sister unload, he finds himself looking inwards and thinking about his relationship with the Toa of fire. Enjoy! THE REFEREE A fleet of six airships hovered over a tropical island, filling the air with a mechanical buzz. Soon thereafter, the noise was replaced by the faint, rhythmic sound of Increase Weight Kanoka striking the insides of each metal behemoth. One by one, the ships began to descend. With a gentle crash, they landed, covering about a kio of land. Then the doors of the leading airship opened with a hiss. Toa Onewa stepped outside and studied his surroundings. Not far from the landing site was a vast sandy coastline. Judging by its size, there was enough room for all the Matoran spheres they were carrying. He turned to his brothers and sister. “Unload them here on the beach,” he ordered. “I want everyone to take one airship each. When you’re done, go and help the others.” The four Toa stood in place. “Come on,” he added, a little impatient. “The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll be finished.” Finally, his fellow Toa moved out silently. Onewa watched them go and in that moment, he felt something he’d never admit to anyone: he missed Vakama. The Toa of Fire had gone to retrieve the Mask of Time, but not before instructing Onewa to take charge of the rescue operation. “Take them to the island,” Vakama said to him, “and make sure they’re safe. If I don’t come back, you know what you must do to wake them. I’m counting on you.” Those words still rang in Onewa’s mind. After all this time, after all their disagreements and displays of ill will, Vakama trusted him enough to leave the fate of the Matoran, and of the team, in his hands. It was enough to make Onewa think. “No wonder we kept you as leader,” the Toa of Stone murmured. “You’re enough of a sage to be a Ko-Matoran.” Now he found himself wishing Vakama was here. It was clear the other Toa felt uneasy about Onewa being in charge and that they followed him reluctantly. The Po-Toa sighed. “How did you do it?” he thought, sadly. His question left unanswered, he started to unload. *** The unloading process was slow but steady. Whenua had already emptied the first airship and was now helping Nuju and Matau unload the second. Onewa watched them work together. “With more hands to help with each following airship, we are sure to be done by nightfall,” he thought, content. “Good job, brothers.” Nokama, however, was nowhere to be seen. Onewa looked across the coast. He found her not far away, sitting near the water’s edge. He headed towards her. “Sister!” Nokama glanced back at the approaching Toa of Stone. “Why aren’t you helping us unload?” “I’m keeping watch,” the Toa of Water replied. “You never know when a Rahi might strike.” “You can keep watch while you work,” snapped Onewa. “And besides, the Matoran are safe and asleep in their spheres. They’ll be all right. Now come, let’s empty these ships before Vakama arrives.” Onewa had already turned to walk back. Then he noticed that Nokama wasn’t following him. The Ga-Toa was still sitting by the water, clutching her knees tightly to her chest. Onewa approached her calmly. “Sister?” “What if something’s happened to him?” said Nokama, her voice heavy with worry. Onewa gulped. He knew exactly who she was talking about. “What if he got attacked? What if he drowned before he found the mask? We don’t know!” She dug her mask into her hands. “Oh, we never should’ve left him go alone.” Onewa didn’t know what to say. His frustration at Nokama had evaporated like spilled Liquid Protodermis in a forge. He sat down beside her and gently put a hand on her shoulder. “You and I both know what Vakama is like. Stubborn. Hot-headed. A little foolish, maybe. But he’s also strong and determined. I don’t know what’s taking him so long, but I’m sure he will return sooner or later.” Nokama smiled weakly. “You know what, Nokama, you’re right,” Onewa added, standing up, “we could use someone on watch. Keep a good look-out.” “I will. Thank you, brother.” Onewa returned a smile as weak and fragile as Nokama’s. He couldn’t shake the thought that something really had happened to Vakama. The memories of all the times the two Toa came to blows hit him like a wave. “Why?” pondered Onewa. “Why did I have to be so hard on him? He was a good leader. Good enough.” He extended his gaze towards the vast horizon. “I’m sorry, brother,” he thought. “Please make it back in one piece.” Finally, he headed back. *** Dawn broke above the island, illuminating the airships parked near the coast. One day had already passed and yet the Toa still weren’t done. They had only emptied three of the six ships. But Onewa didn’t mind. “If Vakama can take his time,” he thought, “then so can we. What’s the rush?” He was standing by the loading dock of the fourth airship. He was about to start rolling the next sphere when a deep voice interrupted him. “Brother!” “Whenua! What’s wrong?” “Nuju and Matau have gotten into a fight. I tried to calm them down, but they won’t let up.” Onewa followed the Toa of Earth as he ran back to the beach. There, they found the other two Toa. Nuju was whistling madly at Matau, who in turn, was shouting: “I don’t know what you’re speak-saying! Can you stop whistling like a Kewa and talk like a Toa?!” Onewa watched them fight. “They’re acting like wild Akilini players,” he thought. “Maybe they could use a referee.” He stepped forwards, inhaling deeply. “HEY!” Matau and Nuju froze. Onewa came closer. “What is going on here?” “I know-nothing!” said Matau, quick to defend himself. “I light-bump him and he starts spitting at me like a mad bird!” Nuju responded with a series of clicks and whistles. Onewa waited for him to stop. “Nuju, can you tell me what Matau did to you?” The Toa of Ice let out another barrage of chirps and scratches. Onewa held back a curse. Nuju’s refusal to talk Matoran was starting to get on his nerves. But he remained calm. He noticed the Toa of Ice was point at his own head. “Is there something wrong with your mask?” asked Onewa. Nuju whistled excitedly. Then he held his scope and pointed at Matau. Onewa put two and two together. “You think Matau broke your scope? Is that it?” Nuju let out a high-pitched whistle. Matau scoffed. “I gave you one small shove, scholar,” he said. “How would that break-” “Quiet!” Matau did as Onewa said. “Nuju, try to use your scope.” The Ko-Toa tried to zoom in. Onewa watched closely as the mechanism seemed to jam. “I see,” he said. “Listen, Nuju, I know nothing about scopes. I don’t know if it’s broken or if it’s just stuck. I’ll ask Vakama to check it for you when he gets back. And as for you, Matau,” he continued, turning to the Toa of Air, “I’d try to be more careful. You could’ve hurt Nuju, you know that? Also, I want you to remember we’re handling Matoran, here. We need to take care”. Onewa exhaled. “Now, how about we go back to work?” *** The rays of the evening sun reflected of the silver spheres scattered across the golden beach. Onewa, Whenua, Matau and Nuju sat with their backs against the cliffside. They were exhausted, but they were also relieved. They had finally managed to unload all the Matoran. “Good-nice sight,” said Matau. “Now, what do we do?” “We wait for Vakama,” answered Onewa. “He will tell us what to do next.” “But he still hasn’t returned,” added Whenua, grimly. “I fear he might not come back at all.” Nuju clicked solemnly. Onewa was barely paying attention. He was thinking about Vakama’s instructions. “Can I do it?” he thought. “Can I really ask myself and my brothers to give up their power? I don’t think I’m strong enough to do that.” Once he finished that thought, another one followed: “I really wish you were here, fire-spitter. You’d know what to say.” Just then, Nokama ran up. “He’s here!” she exclaimed. “Vakama has returned!” The Toa looked at each other as if to ask if they heard that correctly. Then the realisation hit and they ran with Nokama to the other side of the beach. There, they found a red figure walking lethargically towards them. Onewa was the first to greet him. “Brother!” he cried. “It’s so good to see you aga-” He gasped. Vakama looked like he had been through a biostorm. His armour was scraped and melted and it appeared that he was limping slightly. But his gaze was exactly like that of a Toa of Fire – determined and unyielding. Vakama’s eyes met Onewa’s. “It’s good to see you too, brother,” he said to the Toa of Stone and turned to the rest. “It’s good to see all of you.” Then he eyed the beach, covered with metal spheres. He smiled warmly. “Did everything go smoothly?” “Like a Gukko-flight!” answered Matau. The response earned him an angry stare from Nuju. Vakama didn’t notice. “I believe you have laboured long and hard,” he started. “And I have some very important things to tell you.” “What important things?” asked Nokama. Onewa held out a hand to stop her. “Never mind that,” he said and turned back to Vakama. “Did you retrieve the Mask of Time?” Vakama pulled the mask from behind his back. The Vahi had seen better days – it had changed from gleaming gold to rusted orange. A faint trace of a small crack ran along its side. But it was here. The Toa awed at the sight. “You know,” said Onewa, “have I ever told you what a good maskmaker you are, Vakama?” Vakama’s smile widened. “You have now.” Onewa smiled back. “This here is a work of art. Although,” he added, “it could use some more touches. You ought to give it to me so I can add some decorations.” The group erupted with laughter. “There will be plenty time to do that …” replied Vakama, “… in the morning. I believe we all need a rest.” The other Toa murmured in agreement. Resolutions can wait until the next day. It had been a long and arduous journey, but now the Toa were united once more. Their tale was coming to an end. Tomorrow, a new one would begin.
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This track came out of my newly ignited love for Bionicle as a whole thanks to Essenger & Cryoshell's collab. I let my inspiration go wild, I hope you will like it as well. Audio in WAV. Bionicles.wav
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Crimson King Choosing the right idea for the protagonist of the song was not easy, I wanted to create something unusual and terrifying. In the end I decided to build a "skeleton with organs" to create something creepy. In my mind, the dark red sections of the Crimson King (including the sword) are supposed to be sections of "petrified" blood. For the organs I used a variety of different colors and pieces: the stomach is a frog, the heart is a MiniDoll head, in the instestines there is a Classic Space air tank and for the brain I used dark pink Minifigures arms. For the throne I used a rather simple system build, it's shattered at the back to create the idea that someone (or something) hit the throne a long time ago to hit the one who was sitting there. 03/09/22
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Pr0duct N.1 At the end of 2021, during the closure of the Vidiyo theme, there was a very interesting promotion in my country: all Beatbox sets were sold for €1 each. Of course, I didn't miss out on this incredible opportunity and bought a large amount of Vidiyo sets. With all these pieces I wanted to build something and this was one the final results. They're basically a pair of monitors with big legs and tiny arms, they're hunting these tiny humanoid droids with plates for heads. 18/03/23
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Stygiomedusa Gigantea Built for the telephone game hosted by the Spare Parts community, it's my interpretation of a real Stygiomedusa Gigantea, a giant abyssal jellyfish. The moc I received from the previous builder was an astronaut with a rounded transparent dome as a helmet, I took the same piece and decided to create a kind of alien creature, a jellyfish was the first idea I thought of. For the eyes I used a pair of lime kraata, the droids' heads should represent coral on a stone. 04/08/23
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Anomalocaris Spectrum Built for the first round of Biocup 2023, the theme was Biomes, my subtheme was Saltwater. For the occasion I built an Anomalocaris, one of the very first predators on our planet. I decided to reimagine it as if it had never gone extinct and had become an abyssal giant, for this reason I used white and trans light blue pieces. I also added a couple of creatures such as the giant jellyfish on the left, some squid barraki on the bottom and used Malum's mask in reverse to create a kind of giant crab. 16/06/23
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Harbinger of War Built for the preliminary round of Biocup 2023, theme was Villains. This moc is based on the mechanical horse seen in the animated short "Second Renaissance - Part 2" from the film Animatrix. For the horse's body I used Galidor's torso from the Ooni set. 29/05/23
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The Court of the Crimson King This project came about by pure chance. While building, I usually listen to music or some podcast; while I was building Inum, the song "The Court of the Crimson Ring" came on. Nothing strange happened until the song arrived to the Yellow Jester section. Somehow, the image of a strange yellow creature playing with a puppet formed in my mind and I thought "Wait, I can build a moc for this guy". And that's how it started, after the Jester came all the other characters, one after another. Crimson King Yellow Jester Pattern Juggler Black Queen Purple Piper 05/09/22
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A reimagining of the shadow Matoran Kirop in a Galidor style. Demake perhaps?
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Zenyatta (Ifrit) Made for the Overwatch Collab, Zenyatta is definitely one of my favorite characters in the game. I decided to build him with the Ifrit skin because... well, it's the skin I've actually been using in the game since I found it years and years ago. For the turban, I used 4 dark blue Minifigure capes (Batman's version) and for the plume the plastic piece used as the tongue of the Fire Fang in Ninjago set 70674. The piece of cloth in the lower section of the body is a dark blue Minifigure parachute folded to form a "rectangular" shape, while the two roads on the sides are simply vertically cut flextubes. 07/05/23
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Mesonythid Built for a collab about Elemental Lords, Mesonythid is supposed to be the Elemental Lord of Psionics. For this build I take inspiration from a Mind Flayer, for the legs I used the short neck of the old dinosaurs, the vest is made with the new Avatar wing pieces. 30/04/23
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Ducklette Adams After a long time since I first used this way of building, I wanted to go back to the first method I used to find an idea: being inspired by the shape of an odd piece. So I opened my Galidor box and started looking at some pieces. After looking at Galidor Connector Block 6 x 6 x 3, with 3 Sockets and 1 Light Gray Pin (gal03), I found the inspiration. The rounded line on this connector piece reminded me of a duck's beak, starting from this idea I decided to build a space ranger duck. For the feet I find elephant ears to be the perfect match to recreate duck feet. I also built a bunny companion for Ducklette. 02/03/23
