Space: Ocean of Awe

If I click the X will Takanuva disappear? =)

Granted. You get banned. I wish I knew everything. =)

Does pound cake really weigh a pound? =)

Aw, it's over already! I wish I hadn't missed the first five themes. Ah well, the half I did was fun. This has been so awesome. The only problem being the amount of sleep I lost doing last minute entries.Member name: Space: Ocean of AweTheme: Art to FictionWord count: 391Story: Refuge.Everyone's a refugee at some point in their livesIt takes a lot less than war and famine to drive you out of a home, in search of something better,Sometimes we all overdose on life a little, or a lot,Sometimes we need to escape the pain of heartbreak, but mostly it's the pain of hiding behind a mask,Watching from behind a window, pawing at the glass and wishing you could get out there and be free.Life doesn't happen, it never does except to those who don't want it.Here I am hiding behind my walls hearing the muffled joy, wanting to reach out,But I'm blocked by wood and paint, in my little office,Chained to my doghouse. Today is the World Series of repression, and I'm a proEveryday is a fresh start that starts as a beautiful fruit, rotting from the inside,Until tonight I peel the orange and find the flies have got to it,And it has me going bananas. How I can't CHANGE!What if I never do, what will I ever do?God, help me from my hospital bed, spread the sheets and sign the cast no more,Cause I'm breaking free!I'm going, away from this pressure cooker and into the fire!No stress in this frying pan though, it's all hot and coolIn the kitchen where I belong. No living dead where I'm going,No zombies of the first world will feast on my brain today,No more vampires sucking all my blood away!To say nothing of the Mosquitos.No more nonsense, I'm combing it all out like the tanglesThat flee from the no more tangles conditioner, today there shall beNo more tears!No red eyes or tired minds in my refugee camp,I don't want any piece of your mind where I'm going, justPeace of mind.I'm going to the red tents in the green hills, the shades of a bouquet,That sits like a blossom pollinating my life, welcoming the overworked beeTo feast on some honey, no price, no fee.I'm a wise old man with my life blowing away,And I'm sitting in my tent, just waiting to sayTo all those lost fools how I broke freeFrom my life and battles plaguing me.Today I'm a refugee.

Member name: Space: Ocean of AweTheme: paradiseWord count: 198Story: Ten yearsParadise island. Lush trees, singing Rahi, adventure hiding behind every bush, tree, mountain. Mystery in every cave, secrets frozen in the glaciers. Peace and unity in every Koro, love in the hearts of the Matoran. There's no place like Mata Nui.A great city like no other, Matoran fill the streets, hard working to keep peace. Automated police patrol the streets, enforcing order. A prospering enterprise, the headquarters of the universe. Metru Nui.A savage island, weathered by strong-willed inhabitants. Raging seas all around, a raging volcano within. Danger and adventure always guaranteed. A treasure of immeasurable worth below untamed Voya Nui.Mahri Nui. A township like no other, survived by sheer will, awaits below sparkling waves. Fear creeps from the deep, the darkness of the ocean, the recesses of the Pit.The Great Heart, the life force of the universe; Karda Nui. A deep caved choked with light, the delicate candle of the world flickering, shrinking, challenged by sliding shadows.A desert beyond the universe, a world united, Bara Magna becomes Spherus Magna once again, suffering ended and strife over. A world to explore, a universe to discover, and possibilities endless.Paradise. Adventure. Bionicle.

Member name: Space: Ocean of Awe Theme: glass Word count: 351 Story: Children! Four little feet pounded on the ground, four little legs pumping like a steam engine, two little mouths puffing like kettles. The little eyes were wide with terror and red with the oncoming wind, and their cheeks were red. Yet still they kept on, their bare feet ruffling the throw rug. Four more feet rejoined the stampede, a tongue lolled and panted after them. Guilty paws pursued shamed children, spreading dirt down the hallway and shedding hairs on the stairs. A yowl broke the parade and the cat joined in, pursuing those annoyances, sharp claws longing for the flesh of the loud people Soon four creatures found themselves in hiding, concealed in a little corner, of a large closet. Clothes hung to obscure their guilt, and tired lungs held their air, silent, ears listening for footsteps. Hearing none, two boys sighed, one dog slobbered, and a cat hissed. "Is it safe, do you think?" "I hope so. What should we tell Mommy?" Two little minds toiled, brainstormed, pondered. "I know!" Said one, using a blouse to absorb the puddle that pooled beneath a dog's mouth. "Fido did it!" "Of course!" Two little boys congratulated themselves on their cleverness while downstairs a mother came upon a mess. With a shake of her head, she called out. "Boys? Did you break Mommy’s plate? Now, where are you hiding?" Of course she knew very well where they might be. Two tired feet followed trails of dirt, hair, drool. “Oh no, she’s coming!” “Shh!” Dog and boys huddled as cat licked herself. Stern footsteps approached and stopped. A doorknob turned and breaths were held. “Where might those boys be?” A light switched on, more revealing than a prison watch light; a grown-up loomed, taller than the watchtower. Terror wriggled into two little hearts. In times of terror drastic measures must be obtained. “Oh Mommy, we broke it! We’re so sorry!” “We didn’t mean to, it was an accident!” Repented and redeemed, two little boys and a dog ran of, to make more mischief, as mother and cat retired downstairs to put things right.

Member name: Space: Ocean of Awe Theme: The Order Word count: 608 Story: The Disorderly Orderlies Two axes rested on a table, one beside the other. To the right was a respectable looking round shield, and to the left a zamour sphere launcher. These were the weapons and defences of Mal and Sordak, two members of the Order, who sat just in front of the table. Behind the table was an empty chair, hard and straight backed so as not to provide any incentive to slouch. The chair was empty, as it was not yet time for its owner to enter the room; she had said that she would enter at a quarter after, and she was not one to go back on her word. It wasn't a matter of the immorality of lying; this Toa was not faint hearted, nor was she moral without reason; it was the simple fact that a lie can cause havoc, confusion, and disorder - likely the worst facets of existence, in her opinion. At precisely one quarter past, the Sordak and Mal were not in the least surprised to see Helryx; they were, however, extremely disappointed that they had not been able to arrange their weapons and defenses in a proper manner before her entry. Now it was their duty to themselves to pray to the one they were sworn to serve that Helryx was in a good mood. They hastily did so as they rose in perfect, practiced unison to welcome their leader. The Toa of Water flowed smoothly around the desk, and sat in her chair, relishing the structure that it leant to her back. Just as her mind began to obey her commands to order, her eyes fell upon the horrid pile of vile weaponry that scarred her desk. She rose at once, though still maintaining her air of discipline. Immediately the two orderlies of the Order followed suite, each wondering why the Toa before them was of water, which was surely a very disorderly yet calm element, and not at all suited to her personality. Soon, however, they came to understand that no element could be quite as ferocious as water, and as such perhaps it was the perfect element for her personality. Shortly thereafter they found themselves in the briefing hall, awaiting their leader. Whispered conversations were hushed as the doors parted, and in walked Helryx, with a cold air that would put of Toa of Ice to shame. “Today I feel it important to share with you the importance of law and order; from the simple task of aligning one’s equipment to the care of a land, our organization has sworn to bring order to the chaos that creeps throughout the lands, threatening the Great Spirit Mata Nui.” Her eyes swept the crowd as she spoke, and every member with any sense cowered beneath her gaze. “In order that we carry out our duties, we must be inwardly organized. This begins with your lifestyle and discipline, which allow us to enforce important routines, bringing us together into a strong agency, with its feet planted firmly in the ground, rooted against the winds of change. Without structure we are useless at our jobs; we would have failed at every victory, been reduced to scattered vagabonds. One way to organize one’s life would, for example, be to respect authority and align axes in a perpendicular fashion...” soon her words were drowned out in a sea of thoughts. Every member of the Order secretly cursed those two orderlies, who surely must have been the root cause of this wearisome lecture; now they could expect for rules to be upheld with more vehemence than ever! And to say nothing of their leader’s mood.

Member name: Space: Ocean of Awe Theme: The Mask Word Count: 759 Story: Thinking cap "Wait a moment!" I yelled; I couldn't let father go yet. "I have a request before you retire for the night." I could see his hands fiddling with the elastic bands, hear his impatient feet tapping. It was understood that he was not to be disturbed when he wore the mask; this was my only chance. He seemed annoyed at my hesitation, not curious as to what was so important that I interrupted him so rudely. He was never himself when pining for the mask. "What's so important about this?" I'm sure if, God forbid, something should happen - a fire or some such - when he was immersed in that mask, he would just sit, oblivious and useless, in that old chair of his, even as all the wires and tubes were slowly burned and melted. He would remain motionless, absorbed in his useless fantasies. He grumbled and grasped his mask more firmly, disentangling the wires, tubes, attached to it. This was, with no doubt, my last chance to speak to him tonight. He graciously offered me a reply, making little effort to hide the sour note in his voice: "I have told you too many times, that your mind could never conceive of what I see." He raised the mask to his face. The conversation was over, and I would lose him once again. Determined to see that prophecy deemed false, I snatched the mask from his hands. "Let me at least try it," I pleaded, as his hands pulled uselessly at my fingers. He, in turn, pleaded for me to return it to him. It was a pathetic scene. "You wouldn't be able to take it. You won't understand!" His quivering hands snatched the mask from my fingers, and his fingers toiled over all the wires, switches, and buttons as he readied most precious possession for use. He raised it to his face once again, and again I parried, taking a firm hold on the curved metal, freeing it from his hands. I stood for a moment, considering what to do next, and he stood across from me, his eyes praying that I wouldn't harm his masterpiece. A minute passed. I could simply end this harmful device, but the pitiful sight before me troubled my conscience. How could I just destroy the greatest prize of my genius father? Yet how could I let I live on, ruining him, ruining me, ruining us all. I lifted the mask high to let it shatter on the ground. Taking a breath, I urged my fingers to let go, my eyes religiously avoiding my father's. But the mask didn't fall, bend, twist, shatter on the ground. I found my face enveloped in its smooth, cool curves. Darkness obscured my vision. All noise was blocked out and I found myself the beholder of a curious sensation, of floating. It was relaxing beyond anything I had ever experienced and likely ever will. It was beautiful, more so than the most amazing landscapes or brilliant sunset. Suddenly I knew everything. I was sure that if I only thought for a moment, I could solve the world's greatest problems, discover wonders beyond comprehension, invent machines too great to behold. Nothing was beyond my grasp. Everything I had ever hoped for could be achieved with no effort, my every dream realized. It then dawned upon my transcendental mind that my hopes and dreams, everything I strived for or would, was so utterly pointless. My joys and sorrows became insignificant blips in a dull life. Now I could see, yet I was blind to everything that seemed worthy. Now I could understand father, how his evil thinking cap had taken his life. Then I felt fear. Fear of having this sensation taken from me, of the horrid, boring life I had. I panicked, and my imagination fled, leaving only the darkness of the mask. The feeling of cool metal against my face returned, I could feel hands, and light punctured my panic. Father kneeled above me. His face displayed anger, but in his eyes I saw fear. He looked tired and thin, but more alive than ever before. I vaguely saw my hands, quivering. Beyond them father came into focus again, and mother. Now both looked relieved, and I felt them drop onto me, pulling me into a hug. As the daze left me, the horrific memories of wonder faded. I made no effort to hold onto them, instead embracing mother and father, inviting them back into my life. Father gripped me tighter, accepting the invite.

Hey, she sounds just like me! Just kidding. She'd have to be a super genius to come close .Seeing that I missed all the previous ones, I really hope I can write something...=)

Thanks for your reviews. I generally try to make my MOCs flexible, but if I had tried anything with this guy it would've ruined him, hence why only the head and (to a small extent) the legs move. I'm willing to bet that you can make an exact copy of him just by examining the picture. =)

I'm a shameless self voter, and perhaps that's a good thing, because if I wasn't, I would ost certainly be torn with Ozzy's awesomeness and the amazing design of the Blue and Yellow Macaw.=)

Such brilliant entries. I was torn between Terror Bird, Kahu, and the Midrange Bird. I went with the latter in the end...there's just something about those colours.=)

I absolutely love this. I don't know if it's the beautiful blend of light blue and silver or what, but it looks fantastic. I like how the front of the torso comes together so smoothly, with the silver whatchamacallits on either side and a blue stripe running along. An excellent use of pieces, for sure. The feet are also well done, but it would be nice if you could take some pictures of the underbelly. The only complaints would be that the beak seems to be attached rather flimsily, and the wings seem a little messy. Otherwise, it's a great MOC. Good luck in the contest. =)

I'm putting my money on this one. A beautiful design, and brilliant use of the technic parts. It looks so accurate, the colours are awesome...and Monty Python seals the deal. I honestly can't find anything wrong with it. =)

It looks like a Lego string, so it should be. I love how you did the wings, very creative. In fact, the whole bird is creative. I love the colours you used and the use of the flag (which is also known as a gonfalon ). I also had a lot of trouble getting the right proportions of technic/Bionicle to system, and in the end had to go with a completely different thing. Though it would have been nice if you could have added legs. =)

Entry name: Russel Entry pic: Topic: I'm very good at doing things at the last minute. =)

My little birdy, named Russel. Entry pic: here Will edit the gallery in, whenever I upload more photos. =)

Maybe I'll enter. A couple questions though. Can I use rubber bands? Is there a lower piece limit - could I, say, enter a MOC with only 11 pieces? =)

If only today was April first. I guess it was only a matter of time. I expect the tears to flow soon...I hope someone downloads it and uploads It at some later date.=(

I suspect this is the only time I will ever be given flowers by a golden, umbrella-weilding chipmunk. The design works surprisingly well, though the head seems a little hollow. This brings back memories of a golden mantled ground squirrel who was rather persistent in his attempt to enter our backpack. =)

If dreams count, then yes. Some lady requested that we have a conversation about philosophy and theology. She showed up in my living room later in the dream, though she seemed incapable of disagreeing, thus eliminating a perfect opportunity for an intellectual debate. In real life I suppose there may be a few, but the weirdness usually disappears when viewed in the context of a conversation. =)