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IC: [Stronin/Naona] Stronin sighed as he turned to see his drinking partner attempt to stab the drunk Toa of Air to death. It seemed like people kept on forgetting that fighting in bars was one of stupidest things someone could do. Luckily, it seemed as if the bartender was not present, so the two would not have to endure the torture a bartender could inflict on them. However, they were fighting in the sight of the Po-Koronian Guard. "Mr. Syyge," said Naona, turning to face the two combatants, "attempted murder is equal to at least half a year in prison. Please desist or we'll have to force you to." Behind her, Stronin was slowly sneaking out, hoping that his favourite policewoman did not notice. "And also," she continued, this time directing her attention to the Iron Toa. "Did you really think you could get away without me noticing?" The Iron Toa merely chuckled. "Yes." With that, he disappeared out the door, forcing Naona to pursue him. Left behind were her fellow guards, who just stared at the scene. However, they remembered that there was an attempt at murder in front of them, and decided to attack the one Toa of Magnetism.

Although it is rather unconventional for someone to post two blog posts in one day, I've decided to do exactly that. Why? Well I'm merely saddened by the fact I can't even mine in Dwarf Fortress. For those who do not know what Dwarf Fortress is, it is basically a simulator of fantasy life created by one guy and his brother, just like Runescape, except that this game is much more complicated than RS and probably works on a smaller budget. However, the graphics are, well, ASCII. Anyway, I can't seem to do anything properly in the game, so I'll just randomly rant about it. Their motto makes sense though. "Losing is fun."

And again I put up a random blog post for no real reason, this time because I've ran out of ideas for my comedy. Oh sure, I have some random plots in mind, such as making references to Spaceballs, the return of PIZZARISONIKA MAKULIANA EXCEPTIONALPERSONOFAWESOMENESS, who is actually a real character from one of my old comedies, and something about declaring war on the Shady Beings, who I still haven't incorporated into my story. However, I'll probably get off my butt and start writing up the chapter tomorrow. I think I'm going to shorten PIZZARISONIKA MAKULIANA EXCEPTIONALPERSONOFAWESOMENESS' name to Tim. Or add GaoGaiGar references. I already have Jay the Makuta, so it should be simple enough to turn him into King J-Der or J-Soldato.

IC: [Stronin/Naona] As Alex slowly dragged Henkka out of the pub, the door slammed open, forcing them to move away from the group of Po-Koronian guards that had marched in. At the head of the group was Naona, who was staring intently at Stronin. The other patrons of the pub also shifted their attention to the guards, hoping that it wasn't one of them who was going to be arrested. "Toa Stronin," the female Toa of Stone said. "You are under arrest for assault, vandalism, stealing, smuggling and blasphemy. Please come with us, or we will have to use force." Stronin smiled. His favourite policewoman was here, and it seemed like she had brought reinforcements as well. "Could I get a head start?" he asked cheerfully, already knowing what the answer would be. "No." "Well it was worth a try," he admitted, before getting off his seat to confront his fellow Po-Koronians. "But first, we should take this outside." One of the guards Naona had brought along with her moved forward, pointing his sword at the Iron Toa. "Don't try to trick us!" he shouted angrily. "You're not getting away!" Naona slowly took a step back, hoping not to get involved if her fellow guard decided to actually attack her target. Several of the other guards did too, all of them knowing where they were, and what would happen if they attempted to start a fight. Obviously, the impulsive rookie guard did not know what the others did. "Stronin," the Stone Toa said, carefully checking on the younger guard from the corner of her eye. "Your idea has merit. We will take this outside." The Toa of Iron nodded, before turning to Alex, who he still thought of as Syyge. "I'll probably see you later," he said, "but that depends on how far I have to go before losing Miss Copper over there."

One of my homework tasks at school was to compile a list of the ten tallest mountains in Australia. I think most of my class got out an atlas to look for the ones on the mainland and Tasmania. I, due to being bored and deciding to look up the Heard and McDonald Islands, which are two uninhabited islands in the middle of the Indian Ocean that are Australian territories, found out that they have the only two volcanoes in Australia. One of the two volcanoes was one of the tallest mountains in our territory, according to Wikipedia. So I decided to continue studying it, and found out that it had last erupted in 1993. There wasn't really anything else to see, so I continued to compile a list of the top ten tallest mountains in Australia. Mawson Peak was Number 2. Mount McClintock, which is found in Australian Antarctic Territory, was Number 1.

OOC: Would making your character nod be bunnying? IC: [Arkrak] Arkrak blinked. Then he blinked again. His fellow Ko-Koronian was going to pay for any damages caused to his house if it was destroyed in the battle between the two Toa in front of him. However, his fellow Ko-Koronian had also failed to realise that he had lots and lots of explosives in his house. "Firstly," he said, holding up a finger. "You are a native to this village right?" Seeing a nod from the other Toa, the Toa of Sonics continued. "So that means you know who I am right?" Another nod. "Well then you probably know that I've been causing explosions nearly every single day of the year, and I've been doing it for a century." He pointed towards his house, which was sitting innocently in front of them. "How many volatile compunds do you think I own?"

OOC: Skarloth, PurpleBouncy, I have a solution to your problems. IC: [Arkrak] When Arkrak had first decided to do something exciting, he did not expect to come across two Toa duking it out on his rooftop. Being the somewhat sensible person he was, he decided to not intervene, for he wasn't actually that skilled with combat, and had guessed that the two Toa wouldn't really be happy if he interfered anyway. However, they were on top of his house, which contained volatile things and explosives, meaning that a stray blast could possibly blow up his only home. Sighing, the Toa of Sonics brought out his battleaxe and pointed it upwards at the two beings on his roof. "Boom," he said quietly, watching as a blast of vibrating air was discharged from his bludgeoning weapon, surprising both combatants, which meant that they gave their attention to him. "Could you two get off my house?" he asked, lowering his axe.

IC: [Darylhii/Septimus] The Kumu Islets were one of the most dangerous places in Mata Nui, meaning that it was fitting that Darylhii, who is considered a dangerous predator in the jungles Le-Wahi, had decided to visit them. Obviously he had a reason for this, since no sane person would come here without one. However, one would also note that he wasn't really right in the head, so it could be possible for him to have come without a reason. Septimus however, did have a few reasons for coming to the Islets. One was that he was an explorer, meaning that he was supposed to explore places. The second was that he was rather bored, and boredom made people do really stupid things. And because of the fact that the universe loved screwing with random people, he was lucky enough to encounter Darylhii in the middle of a swamp. "Crud," he muttered, face paling at the sight of the Toa of the Green. In his journeys he had obviously heard of the evil monster that prowled the jungles, but he hadn't really thought he'd meet it. The Matoran of Plasma slowly walked backwards, never taking his eyes off the other being. He knew that the tiniest lack of concentration could mean that he would find himself pierced with hundreds of plants, so he had to make sure nothing was going to keep him from running away. "I wish I could actually have some random Toa nearby to save me," Septimus said quietly, his hand twitching near his belt, where his shortsword was sheathed.

IC: [Stronin] "Right," Stronin drawled, temporarily releasing his powers over the two. "I believe you, but no killing in here. The bartenders will get angry." Shivering again at the mention of one of the most dreaded people in the world, he returned to his glass, which he saw was already empty. Rather annoyed at the fact that he had somehow finished his drink, he decided to order another one, despite the fact that alcoholic substances would weaken his survival instincts. "What's that one over there?" the Iron Toa asked, pointing towards the dusty bottle on one of the top shelves. The bartender turned to grab hold of the bottle, before frowning at it. "Never seen this one before," the matoran muttered. Stronin leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?" he asked.A smile grew behind the Iron Toa's mask. "Well..." The bartender hesitated slightly. "It's green." "I'll be having that then."

Melbourne (the one in Victoria, Australia, not the one over in Florida) has really strange weather. I mean, on Monday and Tuesday it was rather cold, then on Wednesday and Thursday it was boiling, which means more than 30 degrees celsius, which is about 86 degrees Fahrenheit. Today however, it started pouring down. And according to the forecast, it will tomorrow as well, but will be sunny on Sunday. Wait, why I am giving you guys a weather forecast?

OOC: Oh. IC:[Stronin] "You seem to have your weapon at the ready," Stronin remarked, taking a swig of his drink. "My job requires me to recognise signs of violence, so it's simple to assume that you're probably gonna attack him." His words were technically the truth, seeing that he needed to make quick getaways if somebody decided to attack him, so it was more of a survival instinct than a skill. "Anyway," he continued, "I don't care if you guys want to fight, but take it outside. As you can see, we're in a pub." The look on the Iron Toa's face was rather disturbing, which showed how serious his words were.

IC: [Stronin] Stronin was pretty sure the universe liked to screw with him. All he wanted to do was to get a drink, but his sane-looking drinking companion had ended up attempting to kill some random drunk Toa, who somehow knew him. However, he was pretty sure he had never seen, or stolen from, the Toa of Air that was currently begging for help. "Why do I have to end up meeting homicidal maniacs?" he muttered, leaving his drink untouched on the counter. Activating his powers, the Toa of Iron forced all of Syyge's metal armour to keep the Magnetism Toa in place, preventing him from attacking the other Toa. "Can you guys kill each other outside," he said, frustrated that he wasn't able to finish his drink. "I really need a drink."

Having recently discovered that I can make a blog, a miniature voice in my mind said: "Hey, we can make blogs! That's awesome! Let's make one." Obviously due to the fact that my subconscious wanted a blog, I couldn't actually say no. So here I am with this first blog entry. Now what to talk/rant about? Ah yes, I have recently gotten addicted to Discworld, and I am slowly working my way through the series. I've nearly finished Men at Arms, so there's about 20 or so more books to go. -Hubert

One of my guilty pleasures is reading Sailor Moon fanfiction. ... Yep, you read that correctly. Sailor Moon fanfiction.

1. Have you changed since BZP came back?Yes.2. How have you changed?Well I've become more mature, my grammar has improved, I can now sign up for random MMORPGs on the net legally due to recently becoming 13, started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic with my sis, and I've also ruined my life with TVTropes.3. Have you noticed anyone else change?Nope.4. *insert pointless question here*42.

OOC: I see. IC: [Stronin] The Iron Toa nodded at his fellow Toa's statement, before walking over towards the bar. He knew how pubs worked: it didn't matter if one was a criminal or not, as long as they didn't cause any trouble, the owners would not care about them. However, if one wanted to fight, they would be forced outside, and Mata Nui protect those who tried to steal ANYTHING from a pub. Bartenders were one of the scariest beings in the universe, ranking just below librarians, cooks, children and Mata Nui. "I'll have the purplish-looking liquid," he said cheerfully to the bartender, deciding to try out the strangest looking drink. Stronin then turned to the Toa of Magnetism next to him. "What are you going to order?" he asked, before remembering something. "By the way, what's your name?"

OOC: Yes, it can be that pub. Also, what exactly is Syyge? IC: [Stronin] The Iron Toa was caught off guard by his fellow being's question, for despite the fact he had been suspiciously travelling via rooftop, he didn't really expect anybody to ask why. However, seeing that it would be more suspicious not to answer, he decided to tell the truth, from a certain point of view. "I was testing my ninja skills," he said as he walked alongside the other person into the pub.

OOC: Of course Toatapio, who else has a random Toa falling off a roof? IC: [Stronin] The Toa of Iron looked over at the being who had decided to help him up from his spot on the rocky ground of the village. Luckily it seemed that there was no look of recognition in the other person's face, so he assumed that his helper was probably from another village, which meant that he had not been caught by any Po-Koronian villagers. "Nothing," he said, replying to the other being's question as he dusted some dirt of his armour. "I was just trying to travel via the rooftops." Stronin paused, before turning towards the door of the pub. "Anyway," he said, not looking back. "You new here?"

OOC: Oh, village then. IC: [Stronin] Having decided to get off the rocky ground, Stronin was currently travelling through the village due to the fact that he was incredibly bored and that there were no targets nearby. Of course, he was not actually walking through the streets, since that would give away his position to anybody who he was attempting to steal from. This meant that he was forced to use the other route, AKA the rooftops of the village. Because he had absolutely no ninja skills, the Toa of Iron was forced to slowly jump over the gaps between houses, forgetting that he wore a Mask of Flight, which would've let him ignore all the safety precautions. However, because of his lack of proper organisation and slightly impulsive actions, he forgot about it, and ended up falling off a roof a few seconds later. "Okay," he muttered, dragging himself to his feet outside a door to a pub. "That hurt."

IC: [Arkrak] Many of the residents of Ko-Koro, if asked who was the most annoying person in village, would say that the residential explosive-lover Arkrak held the title. This was a title that he actually earned, seeing that he spent most of his time blowing things up, interrupting the silence that normally blanketed the icy village. However, he didn't actually do this on purpose, but blew things up so he could actually find away to make his job, which was to make statues, less time-wasting. His life normally consisted of doing several things over and over again, which meant that every morning he woke up, gathered random objects that would become volatile when they came into contact with each other, made some statues with his sonic powers, blow things up, eat kikanalo flesh, blow some more things up, walk around the village, blow even more things up and go to sleep. It was actually a rather simple way of life, having been repeated over and over again for several years. Today however, he had decided to modify his way of life slightly, and exited his residence to walk the icy streets of the Koro, on his way to the local pub/bar/restaurant/et cetera. OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: [Stronin] Po-Koro was well known as the home of the many mineral-related Matoran and their sub-species. Even if they lived in other regions of the island, they had probably inhabited the village for most of their life. This meant that they would also return to the village during times when they had absolutely nothing to do. Stronin, however, permanently resided in the village. Unlike other of his fellow mineral-related Toa, he had never decided to migrate to any other of the Koros on Mata Nui, even though he was a rather well-known thief, and people living in Po-Koro would automatically assume he was the perpetrator of the crime. It was only luck and his skills at evading pursuers that kept him alive. However, the Toa of Iron did leave the village frequently, if only to randomly steal things from people outside the Koro. This meant that he had an alibi when others thought he was stealing something, which he probably was. That was how he had managed to prove that he did not steal any shiny crystals recently. Today he was lying on the ground, confused on how in Karzahni he had gotten there. "Okay," Stronin said to no one in particular. "What just happened?" OOC: Open for interaction.

The first eight chapters are found here. But now, without further ado, I present Chapter 9. CHAPTER 9: In which the Zaphos Clan Family Reunion ends up becoming one with Russia TVTropes. It was night time. Wait, that isn't actually a very good introduction for this newest chapter. Let me try this again. The night covered the ground below, where many of Zaphos' descendants were partying happily. It had been a month, or was it a year? Maybe a year, since I've forgotten a few things in the half-year since I wrote the last chapter. However, that was not really important. The important thing was that it had been a certain unit of time since all the family members had seen each other. And what better to celebrate this than the greatest tradition of the generation, Karaoke Night? Despite the terrible grammar in the last paragraph, it was easier for a reader to see the two most important points of this chapter. The first was the fact that it was the reunion, the second was that Fred, Zy and friends were all going to be dragged into the clan's Karaoke Night, which was loved by many and detested by our somewhat anti-heroic, probably Welsh frostelus who may or may not have been born in Aberdeen. However, we are not here to debate if Fred was Welsh, or if he was born in a Scottish city which Montgomery Scott was supposed to come from, despite the fact that the greatest engineer of any ship named Enterprise didn't actually have the accent. We are here to follow the adventures of Fred and Zy, who were currently partying. Now let's get all of this purple prose out of the way and get on with the story. ARHGGH. Why am I randomly using terminology from TVTropes?! Fred was having a bad day. He had randomly awoken to the sound of someone who may or may not have been the author screaming about some random wiki to find that he had been dragged all the way to the lounge room where Karaoke was normally held. It also seemed that he couldn't escape, for his sister, Karen, was particularly genre savvy and had tied him up with a rope made out of smiley faces. TVTropes has truly ruined my life Ignoring the author again, which was actually a rather incredible feat seeing that the words were floating above him in italics, Fred quickly noted that he was alone in the room, which was still clean, meaning that the event had not started yet. He also noted that two more walls had been broken down in the time he had been awaken, so he decided to tell Junkyard later. "NEVILLE USES NAGINI'S BLOOD AS SOY SAUCE!" Sighing, the British frostelus turned to face Tropos, the only frostelus in their family to be an anthropomorphic representation. There was no Wikipedos, Googlos or Deathos, but there was Tropos, which meant that he wasn't actually supposed to canonical due to the fact TVTropes already had a Moe Anthropomorphic Representation in Trope-tan. However, unlike Trope-tan, this frostelus was connected to the entire wiki. THE. ENTIRE. WIKI. "And he will reject your bribes and kill your pets," Fred replied in a deadpan, knowing that his relative was currently cycling through the Memetic Mutation page of the site. "Neville would have done it in four books!" "Please shut up," he said, sighing again. "I know you can't help it, but it is rather annoying to see that you're spouting memes without doing anything that damages the fabric of reality." A frown appeared on Tropos' face. "I'M GONNA LOVE AND TOLERATE THE FAECES OUT OF YOU!" he shouted, causing Fred to slowly attempt to back away, failing due to the fact that the British frostelus was still trapped in the ropes of smiley faces. "DYNAMIC ENTRY!" Due to the fact that there should always be a heroic rescue in every single story, Animos conveniently kicked his way through a wall and slammed into Tropos. "Let me guess," said Fred, relieved that he had been saved. "You're gonna start wearing green spandex now aren't you?" "Nope," the anime-obsessed frostelus replied. "I only wear that during Cosplay Night." Any further discussion between the two was interrupted when Neelh entered through the hole Animos had made, along with Zy, Junkyard and Karen. "So Fred," said the zyglak, who was eating cookies. "You've finally awoken." The frostelus nodded, before pausing, realising something incredibly important. Actually, there were actually two important things on his mind. "Junkyard," he said, calling over to the Makuta. "Record two more breaks of the wall between realities." There was a nod, before the weapon-loving salesman began to write it down on a notepad. "Now all we need is for something incredibly random to happen," Fred said happily, ignoring his smiley-face ropes. "Why is that?" Neelh asked. "Plot convenience." The magical words of 'plot convenience' were known for making random things come out of nowhere in this piece of fiction, so when Fred had uttered the words, something ended up appearing. In this case, the randomness level of the chapter had reached critical mass, so all of the randomness had to reform into one large object, or being. "It's a GUNDAM!!!" Animos screamed upon seeing the giant robot appear. There was silence in the air as the group attempted to grasp the concept of what had happened. "We've had enough memes today," said Karen, who was trying not to lose her temper, for she still hadn't managed to set up Karaoke Night. "BUT IT'S A-" Fred and Zy watched in awe as Karen finally snapped and kicked the golden frostelus was drop-kicked into a wall.