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How about rocks and war?

 

no, just rocks.

no need for war, rocks are enough.

War doesn't rock, but do rocks war?

no

they, like me, just wanna rock and roll all night. and party every day.

So you've just confirmed that the list of preferred rock activities includes "rocking". Do wars enjoy warring? Or do they too wish to roll, since it was previously established that wars don't rock?
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Prologue – Another Story’s Beginning

 

Ta-Koro

 

-Turaga Elittra-

(Elittra, Kuan Nahaki, Grav,)

 

Although it looked formidable and imposing from the outside, behind its walls Ta-Koro was a boiling pot of concern and uncertainty. Between Ko-Koro’s unexpected militarisation, the suspected murder of Takua the Chronicler, and the equally disconcerting disappearance of ex-Turaga Vakama from within Ta-Koro’s own walls, the entire city was on edge.

 

The situation had gotten so bad over the past few days that those in power had decided to hold an emergency meeting to discuss the crisis. Elittra was on her way to that meeting now, her pet Kahu, Nato, perched on her shoulder. It was early evening now, and the city was mostly quiet, save for the eerily synchronous stomping of the guards patrolling the streets and walls, and Elittra’s own, lighter footsteps. 

 

As she approached the door the council chambers, she could see that the door was open, with Dampsad, Grav’s Kavinika, lounging languidly just outside. The two guards seemed unnerved by the beast’s proximity, but quickly adopted more impassive expressions as their Turaga approached. One of them cleared his throat, loudly, an action that proved itself to be a prearranged signal to Kuan, who slunk out of the room with a deviously smug expression on his face.

Elittra made a mental note to have the guard re-educated later. 

 

“Is your… guest… being well taken care of?” Kuan whispered to Elittra, low enough that the guards wouldn’t overhear, “I’m sure Nahaki and Grav would be quite upset if they heard you were being a poor… host.” 

 

“What do you want, Kuan?” Elittra sighed, her hand inching unconsciously towards the knife sheathed at her hip.

 

“Nothing. Yet. But I’ll think of something.” With that, he turned away and scurried back into the meeting room. Dampsad snarled at him as he passed, but even that wasn’t enough to dislodge Kuan’s self-assured smirk.

 

Cursing under her breath, Elittra followed the Scout inside, carefully sidestepping the Kavnika as she passed. Ta-Koro’s council chambers were one-part war room, one-part library, and all-parts luxury. The high walls were lined with head-high bookshelves, above which hung a motley assortment of lavish tapestries, silken banners, and rare animal pelts. In the centre of the room stood a large, rectangular table, hand-painted with a gigantic map of the island. A map that hadn’t been updated in decades, and thus still showed Mata Nui as the lush paradise it once had been. 

 

Nahaki the Diplomat and Guard Captain Grav were already seated, huddled together in conversation next to where Ta-Koro was marked on the map. Mercifully, it appeared that Nahaki and Kuan had decided not to bring their Dikapis to the meeting. Kuan returned to his own chosen seat, situated on the other side of the table, nearer to Ko-Wahi, leaving Elittra to settle in at the head of the table, facing what had once been called Le-Wahi. As she sat, Nato fluttered off her shoulder and perched himself on top of her chair, squawking imperiously. Nahaki and Grav quieted down, fixing their expectant gazes on their Turaga.

 

“So…” Elittra addressed the trio, “…where do you want to begin?” 

 

“I’m sure you know by now that Ko-Koro is-” Grav began, while scratching distractedly at a puckered scab on one of his knuckles. 

 

“-is not making any aggressive moves towards us.” Elittra cut him off, “They’re building an army – so what? We’ve had an army for years.” 

 

“They might-” Grav tried again, but was once again silenced by his Turaga.

 

“I can understand your concern, Captain, and as much as I would love to make a self-portrait with ice, until we have proof of their intentions, I don’t see any reason to react overtly to Ko-Koro’s actions. Not yet. Unless you want Ta-Koro to go down in history as the village who started a war because they were afraid?”

 

Grav’s only response was silence. 

 

“What of Takua?” Nahaki spoke up.

 

That was a more pressing concern. The fact that the Chronicler had last been seen in Ta-Wahi meant little, and while he could have simply been killed by roaming rahi, or kidnapped by a clan of bandits, it was entirely possible that he’d been taken or killed by someone from one of the other villages. For years, Takua had been accused of spying on the other villages on Vakama’s behalf, and even though there was no truth to such claims, it was possible that someone had still decided to act on them. 

 

“The other villages all claim innocence, as I’m sure you’re aware,” Elittra finally said, frowning, “Some of them have even mentioned that their own people have been vanishing. Until we have proof implicating the other Koros, or a ransom demand is made, or Takua’s remains are found, I fear there’s little we can do.” 

 

“I suppose there’s little we can do for Vakama, either?” Kuan interjected, “He disappeared from inside Ta-Koro itself. Surely the other villages can’t be responsible for that?”

 

“He was an old man,” Grav offered, snickering. “Old people sometimes have accidents.” 

 

“You’re not that old,” quipped Kuan, gesturing at Grav’s scar-covered body. 

 

“I would prefer that this council does not indulge in idle speculation. Or petty insults, for that matter.” said Elittra, “In regards to Vakama, I’ve already put the garrison on high alert. If he’s inside the city, he will be found. It’s only a matter of time.”

 

“If you say so,” Kuan appeared to be trying very hard not to laugh. 

 

There was a knock on the open door behind Elittra, and she turned to see a messenger waiting in the doorway, a scrap of parchment clutched in their hand. “For you, Turaga.”

 

“Thank you,” Elittra took the missive, and the messenger disappeared back out into the corridor. She unrolled the parchment and quickly skimmed through the message, her frown deepening with each word she read. “We’ll have to adjourn this meeting until tomorrow.” She said decidedly, rising to her feet and stepping out into the corridor before anyone could protest. Nato paused to screech at everyone, before flying off after Elittra. 

 

She’d been working hard to keep this information hidden from the others; she hadn’t wanted to worry them more than they already were. She’d hoped it was a mistake, mere coincidence, but it was becoming too much to deny: Ta-Koro’s citizens were disappearing.

 

And for once, it wasn’t her doing.  

 

Ko-Koro 

 

-Captain Daenerys-

(Daenerys, Rhailtus, Toru, Unit)

 

“Reload!” Captain Daenerys’ command echoed across the icy Ko-Koroan courtyard, swiftly followed by a series of metallic clicking sounds as the soldiers lined up in front of her hastened to re-arm their crossbows. “Take aim!” 

 

The soldiers raised their weapons, sighting on a row of practice dummies on the far side of the courtyard. The dummies wore the armour of Ta-Koro guardsmen, complete with shields – not because Ko-Koro necessarily had any hostility towards their neighbours, but simply because Ta-Koro’s troops tended to be more heavily-armoured than those of the other villages. If the crossbowmen could successfully land lethal hits on these armoured targets, they’d definitely be able to deal with less armoured opponents. 

 

“Loose!” 

 

Twelve crossbow bolts streaked across the courtyard, slamming into the row of dummies. Two of the bolts missed completely, while three more ricocheted off of the targets. Another was lodged in one of the shields. Daenerys strode across the cobblestoned courtyard to inspect the remaining six. 

 

The first had embedded itself in the shoulder of the target, slipping through the gap between the chestplate and shoulder pauldron. Definitely a crippling hit, but not a lethal one. The next two bolts were more promising, both buried in the throats of their respective targets. The fourth had struck the target in the chest, partially piercing the chestplate, but not deeply enough to life-threatening. The final successful bolt had managed to go right through the gap in the front of the target’s helmet, a perfect kill. 

 

“Commendable work,” Daenerys turned to call out to the troops, “But still room for improv-” A bolt streaked suddenly past her head, burying itself right next to the other one in the head of the target next to her. 

 

“Sorry luv!” Turaga Rhialtus called out, handing the crossbow back to the soldier she’d borrowed it from, “I couldn’t resist. Now come on, we’ve got a meeting to get to!”

 

Exhaling, Daenerys hurried to follow her leader, barking a final order to the troops to keep practicing their marksmanship. The pair soon reached the doors of Ko-Koro’s inner sanctum, where their Diplomat Unit was already waiting for them.

 

“Where’s Toru?” Daenerys frowned, stopping in front of Unit. 

 

“No idea.” Unit shrugged, “He mentioned something about a hunting expedition that didn’t come back last night. Maybe he went looking for them?” 

 

“Why would he-” the sound of footsteps behind her caused Daenerys to break off. The three Matoran turned around to see Toru and a half-dozen guards making their way up to the Sanctum, an Ussal dragging a tarp-covered sled behind it. 

 

“Did you find the missing hunters?” Unit called out. 

 

“Unfortunately.” Toru and his entourage stopped in front of the group. The Ussal kept going, pulled the sled up in front of Toru, who pulled away the tarp to reveal… something. 

 

“What am I looking at, exactly?” Rhialtus frowned at the sight before her. 

 

At first glance, Daenerys thought it looked like a pile of poorly-butchered animals. Scraps of meat were strewn all over the sled, tangled amongst tattered animal furs. But then she noticed the pieces of armour, the fractured Kanohi, the shards of weaponry. 

 

This… mess… was the missing hunting party.  

 

Onu-Koro

 

-Onaku-

(Onaku, Smoke Monster, Erihapeti, Iaredios)

 

“And so, the valiant Toa, operating under our benevolent guidance, journeyed to the hallowed depths and challenged Makuta in his own lair!” Whenua declared, his words meeting with a chorus of clapping from the children seated before him. Many of the adults, sitting further towards the back of the room, simply rolled their eyes. 

 

Most of Onu-Koro’s population were gathered together in one of the larger caverns in the village centre, for their fortnightly community gathering, wherein the leaders could address the people, and the citizens could air their grievances. The cavern was rather unremarkable – spacious, temperate, with lightstones set into the ceiling, and row upon row of benches. 

 

“He retells this ridiculous story every karzing meeting,” the Matoran who went by the moniker ‘Smoke Monster’ whined to the Diplomat Onaku, who had made the mistake of sitting beside him for the meeting. “I can understand telling fairy tales to the children, but why do the rest of us have to sit through this nonsense?” 

 

“This ‘nonsense’ is our heritage,” Turaga Iaredios hissed from the row behind them. “Myths and legends contribute to creating a shared ideological understanding of the world, and its history, all of which is integral to fostering a strong sense of community within a society.” 

 

“I bet you can’t even spell half of those words.” Smoke Monster grumbled back.

 

“Shush,” the village’s Scout, Erihapeti, twisted around in her seat to glower at Smoke Monster, “Whenua’s an old man. He led this village for longer than any of us have even been alive. Show him some respect, and let him do his thing.” 

 

Onaku remained silent, still listening to the tale Whenua was telling. 

 

Calling Whenua ‘old’ was an understatement. If the stories were to be believed, he’d been around for well over a hundred years, one of only a handful of people on the island who’d been alive before the cataclysm. He’d fought the servants of Makuta, served as an advisor to the Toa, and so much more. If you believed in that sort of thing… which Onaku did. Most people didn’t, though, regarding Whenua as little more than a desperate, senile lunatic.

 

As Whenua concluded his story – deliberately leaving out the part where the island was ravaged by earthquakes after Makuta was supposedly vanquished – Iaredios got to his feet, stepping around Onaku and Smoke, and making his way up to the front of the dais at the front of the cavern to deliver the speech he’d been eagerly preparing since last night.    

 

“Thank you, Whenua, for reminding us of our rich and prosperous past. But now, we must focus on our future! For too long, we’ve been stuck in this one-sided arrangement with Ko-Koro!” He declared, beaming proudly at the crowd, “We give, and we give, and we give, and we get nothing in return!”  

 

His words were met with a chorus of grumbling and agreement from the crowd.

 

“It’s time for them to give something to us! And if they will not give, we shall take!”

 

A sporadic round of cheers went up, the crowd growing eager to hear more. 

 

“And we shall take… their ice!” 

 

A dumbfounded hush fell throughout the cavern. Someone coughed. A few of the children laughed. Somewhere in the back of the chamber, an insect was chirping.  

 

“I’m serious!” Iaredios simpered, “Ice is a precious resource! We can store it in special boxes, and use it to keep our rooms cool. It also serves as a great source of cool water, and cool temperatures, for both rooms and our machines, and will assist in watering vegetation. Let us ask Ko-Koro for some ice after we design insulated carts and containers to store it. That should be of no problem considering our capabilities.”

 

“Iaredios makes a good point,” Smoke Monster rose to his feet, deciding to come to his Turaga’s rescue. As Captain of the Ussalry, he commanded a significant amount of respect from the people. More importantly, as a military man, he knew how to explain things in a more simple, succinct way. “Ice is water. A new supply of water would mean we no longer have to do business with Ga-Koro. It would also strength our alliance with Ko-Koro, and make them more willing to honour the promise of protection that they made to us.”

 

Inwardly, Onaku sighed. To some, the conversation probably sounded legitimately productive. But it was little more than smokescreen for the leaders to hide behind. They didn’t want to talk about the real problem, the problem that had even the most seasoned, skilful miners huddling over their work in groups of three or more: 

 

Miners were vanishing. The mining tunnels were no longer safe. And those tunnels led straight to Onu-Koro. 

 

Po-Koro

 

-Pahrak the Heretic-

(Pahrak, Quin, Ehksidian, Kaathe)

 

“They’re getting desperate,” Pahrak observed, watching a half-dozen Po-Koroan soldiers riding out to confront the wounded Nui-Jaga that had been spotted loping towards Po-Koro. “The scorpions used to avoid the village. Food must be getting scarce out there.” Ordinarily, Captain Pahrak would’ve been riding out to help his troops in the fight, but Turaga Quin had asked him to stay back. Kaathe the Scout had been sent out to assist instead.

 

“The rahi aren’t the only desperate ones,” Quin replied gravely, “I was talking to Ehksidian this morning. The people are scared. Scared that the new leaders of Ga-Koro might decide to get rid of us altogether. Scared that one of the other villages might attack us. Scared that the criminals inside our own walls will rise up and oust us.” 

 

“They wouldn’t do that.” As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Ehksidian the diplomat materialised behind the pair, climbing up the battlement stairs to join them on the parapet, “You think a bunch of street thugs and drunken bandits know how to run a village?”

 

“She makes a good point,” Pahrak agreed, “Besides, Ga-Koro would never stand for it. Despite everything they’ve done to us, we’re still the ones who tend the fields and grow the crops. They need us.” 

 

“That may be true, but it doesn’t change what the people think.” Quin pressed. “Fear has a tendency to overrule logic.”

 

Before Pahrak could reply, the mournful drone of a signal horn echoed across the windswept plains. In the distance, the riders had seemingly triumphed over the Nui-Jaga, which lay slumped on the ground between the Dikapi and soldiers. A lone figure was already running back towards the village. 

 

“That looks like Kaathe,” Pahrak started back down the stairs, barking an order for the guards to open the gate for the approaching Scout. Quin and Ehksidian followed Pahrak, and by the time they reached the gate, Kaathe was already waiting for them. 

 

“You need to come see this!” The Scout looked both excited and worried. 

 

“What’s wrong?” Quin demanded.

 

“I don’t think you would believe me if I told you,” Kaathe’s tone turned apologetic, “You all need to see if for yourself.”

 

The trio followed Kaathe out towards the defeated Nui-Jaga lay, and it soon became clear what had gotten Kaathe so worked up. From the wall, it had looked like the beast was dragging a few of its back legs, which had led Pahrak to assume the rahi had been wounded. That was technically still accurate, just not in a way Pahrak would have ever fathomed.

 

The riders had made swift work of the purple-hued scorpion. A single spear protruded from its head, a decisive killing strike. Normally, Pahrak would have been quick to congratulate his troops on their victory, but now he could only stare at the thick lumps of ice encrusting the Nui-Jaga’s rear limbs. 

 

“You think that’s weird?” Kaathe chuckled, “Wait until you see this.” He strode past the fallen rahi and pointed at several objects huddled behind a nearby outcropping of rock.

 

Pahrak’s jaw dropped. Three more Nui-Jaga stood poised in what his military mind could only think of as a defensive circle, their backs to the rock. Their stingers were raised, their claws splayed wide to strike. It was a last stand if ever he’d seen one. 

 

And all three of them were also covered in ice. 

 

They were frozen solid.

 

In the desert.    

 

Ga-Koro

 

-Fractyl-

(Azalea, Fractyl, Guurahk, Shadowvezon)

 

“This is the third one this week,” Turaga Fractyl knelt by the water’s edge, inspecting the reptilian corpse splayed before her. “What would kill a Tarakava?”

 

“Another Tarakava?” Suggested Azalea, the village’s Scout, who had found the dead rahi. The corpse certainly looked like it had been killed by a Tarakava – its scaly hide was covered in deep gouges and bruises, the result of vicious, savage blows.

 

But Fractyl wasn’t convinced that the explanation was quite so simple. 

 

“If it were one or two, I might believe that. But this is the sixth dead Tarakava to wash up on the shoreline in a fortnight. If you include the two that the fishermen have found floating further out, that makes eight. Tarakavas eat their kills… but even the Takea and Ruki won’t touch these corpses. Something’s not right here.” 

 

“What are you thinking?” Guurahk shuffled uncomfortably. Evidently, the Diplomat would rather have been out performing some actual diplomacy, instead of standing around looking at a smelly, dead snake-thing. 

 

“I’m thinking,” Fractyl pondered the conundrum for a moment, “when an apex predator moves into an ecosystem, the first thing it does is bump off the competition.” 

 

“The Tarakava Nui…” Azalea breathed, “…could it be real?”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Guurahk snapped, “That’s a myth. Just like the Toa, and Makuta, and all that other rubbish Nokama used to ramble on about.” 

 

“You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” Fractyl replied distractedly, gesturing for the fourth member of the party – Shadowvezon, Captain of the Ga-Koro Marines – to help her roll the dead Tarakava over, “Especially not when the dead in question is the Turaga who led this village through its darkest days, and lived longer than any of us probably ever will.” 

 

As the two Matoran rolled over the dead Tarakava, one thing became abundantly clear – this was not the work of another Tarakava. More gashes and lacerations marred this side of the deceased creature’s body, but these ones were distinctly different. The scales and muscle were burned, even liquified in places. The killing blow was a deep penetrating wound… one that had melted clean through the Tarakava’s ribs and spine.  

 

Fractyl stumbled back in surprise, turning to stare at her companions. Shadowvezon and Azalea looked stunned. Even Guurahk’s bored expression had switched to one of genuine confusion and wariness. 

 

Slowly, tenderly, Fractyl and Shadowvezon backed away from the corpse, and together the four leaders began making their way back along the beach towards Ga-Koro, all of them keeping their distance from the water’s edge. The same thought was plaguing all of their minds:

 

There was something in the waters of Naho Bay. 

 

Episode 1 Begins Now!

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Whew.  I spend one day at work, and you all have an incredibly random discussion and start the episode with extremely little of my involvement?

I'm a tad hurt.

Gotta say, though, this is looking to be an interesting first episode already.

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I can already tell Ta-Koro's scenes are gonna be fun to read. =P

Okay time to actually flesh out Guurahk as a character more for myself...

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Whew.  I spend one day at work, and you all have an incredibly random discussion and start the episode with extremely little of my involvement?

I'm a tad hurt.

Gotta say, though, this is looking to be an interesting first episode already.

I'm in the same boat as you, mate. :P

 

Regardless, I really liked the prologue. 

 

Now for the games to begin. :)

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Same but I be lucky if I can change it for S3 of BZPGOT.

I feel you, bro.  I want a name-change, too; I'm a tad tired of being Scrubbish.

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Just keep a normal, non-game related name. These games are starting to be too frequent for us to change our display names every time a new game starts.

That's what I was saying. I want to go back to my old, non-game screen name. I miss being capMARVELOUS.
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You know, I was going to ask to join, but I have decided against it. Seeing as it is full, but also if the game is not going to follow the G1 MU element-bound gender contraint than what is the point of playing if I am not immersed one-hundred percent as it was in 2001?

 

 

Hopefully Mahri Nui will be better suited for immersion, whenever that comes around.

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You know, I was going to ask to join, but I have decided against it. Seeing as it is full, but also if the game is not going to follow the G1 MU element-bound gender contraint than what is the point of playing if I am not immersed one-hundred percent as it was in 2001?

 

 

Hopefully Mahri Nui will be better suited for immersion, whenever that comes around.

Two words, bruv.

Alternate. Continuity.

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You know, I was going to ask to join, but I have decided against it. Seeing as it is full, but also if the game is not going to follow the G1 MU element-bound gender contraint than what is the point of playing if I am not immersed one-hundred percent as it was in 2001?

 

 

Hopefully Mahri Nui will be better suited for immersion, whenever that comes around.

Just play MNOG if you want everything to be exactly the same
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Also, Imrukii, you're probably the only one who misses the gender constraint.

 

Yeah, Thanks for singling me out...

 

Listen, overall I do not like the gender contraint given to BIONICLE at all, and though this may very well be an alternate continuity as stated by Scrubbish, it is still based in the time of the 2001 story, and for me that is a very special year. To be fair, we did not know the genders of the matoran, or as they were known at the time as tohunga, so it didn't really matter eitherway, but still. I just wish it followed strictly to canon.

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You know, I was going to ask to join, but I have decided against it. Seeing as it is full, but also if the game is not going to follow the G1 MU element-bound gender contraint than what is the point of playing if I am not immersed one-hundred percent as it was in 2001?

Hopefully Mahri Nui will be better suited for immersion, whenever that comes around.

don't be lame

 

By the way, what masks are each of us wearing? I know it doesn't actually have any effect in-game, but it's nice knowing what we look like. At least, that's what I think.

 

Also, Imrukii, you're probably the only one who misses the gender constraint.

This one

 

In fact if you replaced all the shades of blue with their equivalent shades of red, that's Elittra.

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By the way, what masks are each of us wearing? I know it doesn't actually have any effect in-game, but it's nice knowing what we look like. At least, that's what I think.

Noble Huna. That mask is awesome.
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You know, I was going to ask to join, but I have decided against it. Seeing as it is full, but also if the game is not going to follow the G1 MU element-bound gender contraint than what is the point of playing if I am not immersed one-hundred percent as it was in 2001?

 

 

Hopefully Mahri Nui will be better suited for immersion, whenever that comes around.

rocks can be girls. there is nothing you can do to stop rocks from being girls.

 

 

By the way, what masks are each of us wearing? I know it doesn't actually have any effect in-game, but it's nice knowing what we look like. At least, that's what I think.

the kakama.

specifically a sand-colored one. like the color vorox armor was, i guess.

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You know, at this rate I would argue my point forwards, but really there is no reason to continue conversation. If you want to be ignorant to what I am saying than so be it, I don't want everything to be exactly the same however, if I did I wouldn't come over here voicing my opinion, I would have just hopped onto BMP and played MNOG. All I am saying is that I would have been interested to play if the gender constraint was a thing, it doesn't make me lame, in fact I think what you think of me, you see me as lame, but rather I see you as lame. I actually find that working within limitations, even them be them very small, which the element-gender constraint is because gender is a mundane topic in a society such as that of the matoran who do not rank eachother higher or lower based solely off of gender. A small limitation such as that can actually potentially help to enrich the story, but it depends and it is unlikely to be the case here. So, I guess the argument is null, but my point in all is that if it is not one-hundred percent to the rules of the original lore which it is based off of, than there is no point to me personally playing. And me playing MNOG instead of this is not going to change anything, my opinion still is there.

 

But that is just my two cents.

 

 

rocks can be girls. there is nothing you can do to stop rocks from being girls.

 

No offence, but that doesn't make any sense. A static object does not have a gender, a being can assign themselves with a specific thing to signify themselves as being a part of a specific faction or clan, of course, but your character isn't a rock. What your character is however is a person with a story all unique to their own, to be defined as you play along. I get what your saying, your characer can be whatever, I don't have a problem with that. What I do have a problem with however is going against the grain of the original in-universe contraints, hence why I don't want to play. But for the rest of you, go on right ahead. I was just attempting to adress myself in the regards of the game. Nothing more, nothing less. Seeing as I had playing BZPBM I wanted to let it be known why I am not playing BZPMN. That is all.

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