All Activity

[Offshore, The Fowadi (Talli)] Talli rolled her eyes as the Toa shouted after her. Doesn’t think poor matoran have taste buds—typical. Sure, nobody in the crew was going to turn down the regular grog, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t appreciate something better. “I’m sure you’re willing to donate some of that private stash then!” she hollered back, not turning around as she continued towards the captains quarters. “After all, as a noble toa who serves and protects the matoran, you wouldn’t want any of us to feel like we’re below a spot of decent rum!” Yep, they were definitely going towards the captains quarters. She would give up the bottle if the toa caught her, but she’d be arsed if she wasn’t going to make him work for it. OOC: @otter @Snelly still comin' @Razgriz @sunflower

Chapter 4 – Good Mourning From the notes of Chronicler Crisda. Twenty-seven of our lost Toa entered the dome last night. Six of them didn’t live to see the dawn. Everyone is looking for someone to blame… we should start by looking at our mirrors. * * * Icthilos The dawn had brought with it six more names for his record, six more than he ever thought he’d need to add. But if not for the break of daylight, the Rahkshi would have likely claimed far more than just the three lives they’d taken. Though it looked like they might take a few more before the day was done. “How bad is it?” He asked Trina, as she made her way back to him. She’d been checking up with the makeshift trauma centre the healers had set up on the beach, to tend to the Toa injured in the battle. She’d picked up her fair share of bruises and abrasions during the battle, as had Icthilos himself, but those more seriously injured took priority. “Better than some of our days on Xia, but still not great. It’s hard to find anyone who hasn’t been hurt to some extent,” her hand reached up to rub at her shoulder, where the armour was crumpled and partially melted from a Rahkshi’s blast. “Our real issue is healers. We’ve got plenty of Masks Of Healing, but not many people with the medical know-how to use them properly.” It was a problem that had plagued the Toa during their time on Xia. The Mask Of Healing required the wearer to have an understanding of the illness or injury they were trying to heal in order to work properly. And while most of the Toa could figure out how to deal with basic cuts and bruises, there were few among them who knew how to properly treat broken bones or internal injuries. And fewer still were left now. “Worse still, we’ve got a few Toa suffering from some kind of… infection? Sickness? I don’t even know what to call it.” “Rahkshi poison?” “Not exactly. They’re suffering from chills, fatigue, nausea, and weird headaches that go away once they’re out of direct sunlight. They’re experiencing pain when they use their powers. I’ve never seen anything like it, and they all seem to be getting worse.” “Can the healers do anything for them?” “They’re trying, but it’s the same problem as healing other injuries. Without knowing what it is they’re trying to treat, there’s only so much they can do.” “Alright,” Icthilos sighed, glancing back towards the stark cityscape before them. “Ask around to see who’ll be willing to head into the city with me. We need to find out what’s happened to Metru Nui.” “You don’t need to put this on yourself,” Icthilos felt Trina’s hand on his shoulder, turning him back towards her. “Someone else can go. You’ve done more than enough.” The words were familiar. This wasn’t the first time she’d implored him not to volunteer for a mission, and this likely wasn’t going to be the last time he’d disappoint her. “I got us all into this mess,” he said. “I have to make it right.” * * * Pira While most of the Toa were off tending to the wounded, guarding the boats, or restoring the barricades on the beachhead, a lone Le-Toa scavenged the battlefield. As a Matoran, Pira had always been something of a scrounger, living on the streets, scraping and stealing to survive. Pretty much everything she had to her name had originally belonged to someone else, from the Kanohi she wore to the spear she wielded, from the pieces of plating she’d used to patch up her original armour, to the Toa Stone that had transformed her in the first place. Pira had originally come from a village on the Southern Continent, and stowed away on a trade ship to gain passage to Xia, thinking a more civilised city would offer opportunities for a more comfortable life. If she’d known the universe was going to go to Karzahni and she’d wind up in a warzone a week after arriving in Xia, she probably wouldn’t have bothered. And if she’d known that going to Xia would have resulted in her becoming a Toa, she definitely wouldn’t have bothered. Dying in the dark back home would’ve been easier than everything she’d dealt with since leaving. It wasn’t the insults that bothered her the most. It was the stares and sneers, the silent judgement, the unseen eyes boring into her back every time she turned away. Even in the middle of a war, when they’d needed every Toa they could find, when they’d welcomed the other Xian Matoran who’d been unwillingly transformed, they’d still looked at her with loathing and disdain. She ignored them, for the most part. The mere fact that she had this power meant she’d always been destined to have it, right? What did it matter how she’d gotten her hands on the Toa Stone? It wasn’t like she’d intentionally stolen this power; by the time she’d realised the shiny rock was much more than a shiny rock, it was already too late. Vitrified sand crunched underfoot as she crossed an area that had been scored by lightning and fire, leaving blackened fragments of Rahkshi scattered all around. She spotted an intact Rahkshi staff amidst the debris strewn and bent down to pick it up, turning it over in her hand. For weapons wielded by monsters, they were well-crafted tools, each type of Rahkshi having a unique and intricate design to its staff. She wasn’t sure what specific kind of Rahkshi had once wielded this weapon, and it probably didn’t matter much, given that the staffs didn’t seem to hold any power of their own except as an amplifier for the Rahkshi. Still, a weapon was a weapon, and no one was going to complain about her looting these remains. She pulled her battered spear from her back and held it against the Rahkshi staff as she activated her Kanohi. Hers was the Mask Of Combination, a close cousin to the Mask Of Fusion that allowed her to combine inorganic objects together however she wished. It had already come in handy plenty of times on Xia, allowing her to patch up her armour with pieces salvaged from fallen foes, and improve her weapon, which had started off as nothing more than a length of metal pipe. Metal rearranged and redistributed in her hand, her battered spear transforming into a sturdy bident as it integrated the new material. The blade took on a grimy appearance, as she willed the impurities and dirt that had been on or in both weapons when they’d been merged to redistribute on the outside where she could easily remove them. She deactivated her mask and channelled her power through the weapon, sending a fine cloud of dust and rust flitting away from its surface. “I thought you would’ve learned by now not to pick up strange things off the ground,” came the voice of the burly Onu-Toa Widrek. “It usually works out for me,” she shrugged, giving the new staff an experimental swing. The weapon whistled softly as it moved through the air, “I’m lucky like that.” She turned towards him, not particularly looking forward to the coming conversation. Out of all the Toa, he’d been one of the most hostile towards her, though he was also the one whose hatred was perhaps the most justified. The fallen Toa whose Stone Pira had taken had been Widrek’s Brother. He had no teammates left now, and Pira’s presence was a daily reminder of that grim fact. “Luck has little to do with it,” Widrek growled, “Icthilos is putting a team together to investigate the city. I suggest you volunteer. Maybe you can put your stolen power to some good use.” She didn’t bite. There was no sense in debating him. She’d tried to point out in the past that since she was apparently Destined to become a Toa, it didn’t matter whose Stone she ended up using or how she ended up finding it. If she hadn’t taken it from that corpse that day, she would’ve found another somewhere else, somehow. But with the Great Spirit seemingly dead, the idea of Destiny didn’t mean as much as it once did to many Toa. And as far as Widrek was concerned, Pira was nothing more than a worthless thief who’d stolen his Brother’s final gift from some other, more deserving soul. “Sure, I’d be happy to help.” Widrek seemed almost disappointed by her reply, especially since the Kanohi Rode he wore no doubt informed him that her words were genuine. The grumpy Ko-Toa who everyone seemed to vaguely accept as leader was one of few members of the group who hadn’t treated Pira poorly at some point or another. He wasn’t exactly warm or welcoming, but he also wasn’t judgemental. He hadn’t spoken a single ill word towards her, or even to Savnu, who was also unpopular among many of the Toa. Out of all the group, Icthilos seemed to have the firmest grasp on the sacrifices and necessities of war, accepting them despite how much they upset him, and not condemning others for the compromises they’d made. “Good,” Widrek grumbled. “He’s over by the boats.” “I’ll be over in a minute,” Pira said, spotting another intact Rahkshi staff a few bio away and moving to pick it up. “If we’re about to head into more trouble, I’d rather…” She trailed off as a strange metallic rattling noise reached her ears, originating from somewhere amidst the abandoned buildings of Le-Metru. “Rather what?” “Do you hear that?” He paused for a moment, then frowned, and turned back towards the boats, “We’ve got incoming!” Pira hastily pressed spear and staff together, merging them to manifest a second blade at the other end of her weapon. She brandished the tool before her, ready to send whatever was coming right back the way it had come if it proved to be yet another threat. And threatening was certainly an apt descriptor for the multilimbed metal monstrosity that came lurching out onto the beach. It appeared to be a transport of some sort, a steely centipede composed of multiple carriages, each one supported by six insect-like legs. Its hull was laden with armour plating, and Pira could see Kanoka launchers jutting out of narrow firing slits on its sides. But mercifully, when the transport came to a stop and its side panels slid open, it wasn’t Vahki or more Rahkshi that stepped out, but Matoran and Turaga.

(This is a very unproofread draft I’m dumping here due to current moment blood sugar danger episode and I’m scared but ok) Collaboration Creation Entry from @Bambi and I! But to be honest, it’s a duo design and a bit of a parody/joke entry-and does not technically fit the theme. Originated in light of panic-messaging for idea-advice…given being lore-illiterate (prior to faking my own account demise amid wanting to offer a meager filler entry once again). This is somewhat of a “draft entry” again, if that’s alright. I hope to add some more shading/details on both our rival guys’ prior to the deadline (24/7 medical uncertainty/can’t trust the body so subb’ing now) . ~ 64 hours design time on the two shirts combined, so far. Good Guy was brought up, thus reminding me of a YT livestream enjoyed over the years of the “Good Stuff Restaurant”. A bit of a snatch from Five Guy’s slogan and style, also. (Logo https://images.app.goo.gl/STT4f5GbPGQmNHA57 livestream: https://www.youtube.com/live/0MsrzFR3PD4?si=bWX_ipHt8v4oGtEY) And for his rival, one brain cell somehow recalled a local restaurant, once revered by my relatives. “Bad Daddy’s Burger Bar”. (Logo https://images.app.goo.gl/LADUs8yuAFmpPNxF7 ) This may be a joke entry Maybe make a mock war Shall we rewrite the lore? Who are you rooting for? But Bad Guy made me do it (And Bambi’s name too bears the blame) And maybe it’s good to be bad Which team will you take on your lunch break? The two rival tees: https://flic.kr/p/2pS16Tj *Rolls in a vintage diner LEGO Island jukebox* *cues “It’s a Good Day” by Peggy Lee* https://youtu.be/3VCSs8VwEN4?si=sP-z5sP7uu2FETFX https://flic.kr/p/2pRYnac https://flic.kr/p/2pRYna7 *Blasts instrumental cover Billie Elish “Bad Guy” by Simply Three* https://youtu.be/o-3LENpxN7s?si=7MUfIH0RwFKnNp3j https://flic.kr/p/2pS14Zz https://flic.kr/p/2pS14Zp Bambi has the full size PNGs, as well as the PXZ Pixlr E files. We were unclear on the ideal year to use-the BG & GG year, or the Metru-Nui Era. So here are both options. The black is #00000 and white is #44444, if I have managed to actually paste this together properly. Done crudely using shape tool, layering and tracing in Pixlr E. Big thanks to @Bambi and apologies for regressing quality/any likely entry errors! Thanks bunches for hosting!

comic 038 supar extra bonnus fight comic

comic 037 this comics not vary good

EDIT: comisch hourly (kind off) COMIC 036 BONNUS comic

unforantendintly not

Excellent work these past few issues, though I do have a lore question. Does the border on this one mean it's a legal card for play in Legacy and Vintage formats?

IC: "If we carry on like this too long, people will think that I'm one of your affairs." I turned back to where Skyra had set my rum and glassware down, only to find it missing. "Skyra Daring, if you've just gotten one of my bottles mistaken for the ship's stores..." I turned again as I muttered my vague threats at her, just in time to see one of the deckhands grabbing the newcomer's things. As well as one of my bottles of rum. One that went next to the same bottle of bourbon that Dorian had drained and I had to replace back in Ga-Koro. Suppressing my own irritation, I called out at her, just before she disappeared back below: "Volunteering to put my bottle back in my quarters? Awfully kind of you, but I'd appreciate if it was left with me. We're not thoughtless enough to try drinking the ship's water purification straight." @Mel @Snelly

Bull goes brr

comic 035 PART TWO of thlast comic

commic 034!! comis HOURLY!!! this hour GEUST STARING "confusepiraka" online enlarge picture without losing quality

comc 033 COMICS HOURLY!!

comiic 032 extra comic two comic for price of one hour aniversery savings price deal

COMiC 031 comisc HUORLY

That's a good point. Imagine a full year's story involving a Toa Team consisting of Norik, Helryx, Hafu, Gelu, Lewa, and Nuparu.

When I saw Black Six posted in this topic, I freaked out and thought someone made it weird and it had to be closed. Glad to see I still have a chance to give my two widgets. In a lot of ways, it feels like every memorable aspect of BIONICLE can be somehow connected to another big franchise. The way all the stories come together, like an iceberg with movies at the top, books and comics below, and things like the BIONICLE 5 treatment at the bottom remind me of (old) Star Wars' canon tier system. Our fandom as well reminds me of the Star Trek fandom. Aesthetically, there are different "strands" of the BIONICLE vibe. I have read more than one review of the 2003 movie that describe it as basically an abridged version of The Lord of the Rings. MNOG and the early comics (like B6 said) do their own thing, and IMO that is what makes BIONICLE, BIONICLE: the fusion of advanced technology and ancient Polynesian stuff. If you want Pacific science fiction, to this day, I think BIONICLE is the only place you are going to get it.

I certainly want to get all of the achievements, but some of them seem like they'll be a real grind to get, and that would make sure a boring stream, going around and attacking things with a whip and finding snakes to kill and whatnot. I guess we'll see how things go next week!

For me, it's two things. The first, going back to 2001, is the vibe. The atmosphere the Mata Nui Online Game created, along with the early comics, really set the tone and is what I think about when I think of Bionicle. But really, it's the community more than anything - we are all here because of Bionicle, and it's that shared passion. Bionicle is the fans who love it.

BZPower Member IgnikaTV came to the forums recently and asked the question: What defines Bionicle? It's certainly a complex question, and I'm sure everyone has a different answer. So go share your opinion and help them out with the video essay they're working on!View the full article

So my 12-year-old recently read through all the comics I made on here back when I was ... what, 16? My main reason for being on BZPower for quite a while. It was a surreal moment, and sort of embarrassing... 😅 but hey, the half-or-so of them that he understood, he thought was funny - so I guess the comedy works for that age. Here's to feeling old and decrepit, but also sort of cool.

Masks. Simple as.

Awww RIP to this being an ✨event✨ in the life of resident site hermit because I was too senile to remember what day yesterday was! 🙈Sorry world.

Three more levels fully completed, along with one of the bonus levels. Sorry I wasn't able to log in sooner to inform you of that audio issue (as I've said before, 7:00pm is pretty much the absolute earliest I can be able to join the chat). Looks like next time will be enough to at least fully complete the last two levels as well as play the Young Indy bonus level (as I said in the chat, that one should be unlocked because you needed all minikits from just any three levels, regardless of which movie they're from). I think the last bonus level requires collecting all of the minikits from all of the levels, including that one from Raiders of the Lost Ark that you've struggled to obtain. As for the achievements, I'll leave that entirely up to you. As I've said before, I have no experience with such achievements, since Steam does not provide them for the older Lego games. Seeing what some of those achievements are, I could see myself doing everything I could to unlock them, even if it took me several hours to accomplish because I'm OCD enough to seek absolute perfection (which I somehow doubt you would be quite that obsessed with). Anyway, looking forward to the next stream.