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A three-second search places the Parakuka rules here, yes you can, it can be any species.

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duuuuuuuudddee <3 u Happy anniversary of your sixteenth year of life - AND WHAT A LIFE

The thing is all that device does is deactivate one of the hearts, suppress certain memories, and create new ones to replace them. It could, perhaps, make a human think they were a Time Lord, but as far as their biology goes they will still be a human, as a Time Lord is still really a Time Lord in the same shoes. The machine can't magically displace all their internal organs and grow another heart, for example, or give someone the ability to regenerate. I agree with you on that first part, but I think the comedy should be more subtle than a single character existing for the sake of one joke, or entire scenes being solely comedic. Admittedly the show has always done things like this from its outset, like some of the dreadful episodes during the middle of The Dalek's Masterplan for example, but that doesn't alter my personal tastes. Don't get me wrong, much of the humour, particularly in this episode, I enjoy. It's just it went just a tad overboard this time. Perhaps it was that the extreme lightheartedness in some scenes was very jarringly different from the rather dark plot of Eda and her mother in others. In other news, Nightmare in Silver looks to impress. I've always been a bit of a Cyber-fan - I even liked Closing Time, which apparently a lot of people didn't. Plus Warwick Davies as Porridge, and split personality Cyber Doctor, and Fenric-style chess game, all looks to be, in the words of Susan, rather exhilarating.

I hate you, you beautiful human being.

IC: Zuriana (Po-Wahi) It was a glorious day in the village of stone. Matoran ran about in the Koli fields beneath an azure blue sky; the bazaar was filled to the brims with people milling about, making purchases; the sun was beaming its love upon it all. For the first time in who-knew-how-long, Po-Koro was not at risk from impending doom and destruction, and it knew it. A massive weight had been lifted off the shoulders of every inhabitant of not just the village, but the island, too. All the world was at peace. Zuria, however, found her own mind was still uneasy. It had been a day or so, maybe more, since the gateway back to her peaceful life in Onu-Koro had been cemented over with the death of Krell. She was glad that she hadn't been suffering from survivor's guilt or been driven insane or anything like that. She was steely like that. But despite how short her time spent travelling with Krell had been, and despite how frightened she might have been at the time, in hindsight it had been the most exciting thing she had ever done. To think such a fantastic Toa was now gone from the world was heartbreaking, not to mention the gap it left in her own heart. She had loved him, really. Not in a romantic sense, but in a more honest, raw form. Almost like family. Now he was gone, and Zuria wasn't sure it had really sunk in that he wasn't coming back. She half-expected him to come striding round the corner, dragging some snake-like Matoran by the scruff of his neck. She was finding it hard to enjoy the peaceful world when her own world had been turned upside-down. Ferron was in the village as well, but she hadn't seen him since breakfast. She could do with some company. As if on cue, a young Po-Matoran with a Kakama flopped onto the bench next to her, dropping down three canvas paintings by her side. A sweet smell wafted over to Zuriana's grateful nose as the Matoran sighed, staring into space glumly. Zuriana spent a few seconds staring at her before she noticed, and looked rather stunned. "Hello," she muttered sheepishly. Zuria smiled warmly. "Hi. You're looking very sad on such a beautiful day. I suppose you Po-Koronans take it for granted?" The Matoran shook her head. "No, I love the sun. Leaving this place is the last thing I'd ever want to do. I've just had a bad day, that's all. It's these freakin' paintings," she groaned, gesturing to the artworks beside her. "Nobody wants to buy them. Nobody even wants to want to buy them - they just walk right past without even looking. I guess because I can't afford a fancy sign or whatever." "That's odd," Zuriana replied. "They're fantastic paintings." "You think?" the Matoran asked hopefully. The expression on her face would be hilarious if Zuria didn't have so much sympathy for her. "Do you want to buy them?" Smiling sadly, Zuria shook her head. "No can do, I'm afraid. I'd love to, but I left all my money back home, and even then, all of it multiplied by three wouldn't be enough to match their worth." "You're sweet, but you don't need to pay with money. I only want to be friends." Zuria was dumbfounded, and her face showed it: mouth wide open, eyes wide. Such a level of kindness she didn't think existed anymore. Paying with friendship. It was what she had been thinking about earlier: love in its purest form. The shadow truly had passed. At last, she mumbled, "I'll take them all." The Matoran was ecstatic, and grinned a huge, white-toothed grin as she grabbed the paintings and pressed them into Zuria's hands. After a final exchange of compliments and goodbyes the two of them got up from the bench to go their separate ways. Zuriana watched as the Matoran prepared to leave, then- "Wait!" She turned to look, confused. "I didn't catch your name." "Noka," she smiled. "I'm Zuriana." Noka grinned her mad, beautiful grin once more. "It was a pleasure meeting you." And with that, she turned and dashed off with a spring in her step. Zuria stared after her for at least two minutes before what had just happened finally registered in her mind. "You have no idea," she whispered under her breath, before turning herself to go and find Ferron. She had a fantastic tale to tell. The tale of how in Krell's wake, a world full of happiness and love had begun to fruit, The tale of how it had been a happy ending after all.

I would just like to confess my undying love for Gravity and all he stands for. And, in the process, shamelessly advertise this baby. EDIT: Well this is awkward, I was beaten to it. Thanks man, and let's not get into an argument of 'no you hang up first'. It's been a wild ride. Here's to another year of shenanigans and clever plots and epic fight scenes and evilness. *applause*

Live Life - Crush 40

Basically, Tuck made the Hunger Games with Vorex's characters. It was pretty epic.

He's dead, Jim. ... D':

CURSE YOU GHOSTHANDS YOU KILLED LOHKAR WHHYYYY

Oh yeah, that. product placement lol

And among such 'commercials' is the epic conclusion to the Krell/Kuhrin plot that nobody reads. GROOVY BABY

IC: Desuka (Ko-Wahi) The Makuta himself was gone. Peace, although undoubtedly temporary, had finally come upon the island of Mata-Nui. In the snow still lay the dacaying, shattered fragments of Rahkshi armour, and a few corpses here and there, including the one he still gripped tightly in his hands. The battle was done. The shadow was done. But Desuka wasn't. He looked down at the empty, dead eyeholes of the creature's head. The squishy slug within was well and truly dead - the spine of the armour was crushed and shattered, a thick, translucent purple liquid oozing out. Desuka had done in a few seconds what many others would consider impossible - he had killed a Rahkshi; he didn't even care. His eyes were drawn to the hands that held its neck, and the arms that were attached to those hands, and the body they came from, the huge bestial form in which his mind resided, but wasn't his to command. This body was not his, the beast that had killed the Rahkshi was not him. The residents of the village were tired, yet joyful at their victory and the end of eleven hundred years of turmoil. Still, Desuka felt like an outside, like his presence put them in danger. Even now, he got glances from those he could once call his friends. They didn't talk, but they spoke a great deal. He wasn't one of them. He was a monster. An animal. He felt a crunch in his hands, and looked down. He hadn't notice his grip tighten in anger and envy in tandem with his thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye came a lime green figure, who stood out in the white oblivion of the snow. Tirra. It was time to go. He made to leave, descending to all fours and beginning to pace out of the village, but she called after him. She recognised him, in this form. She called his name. She asked where he was going. It took all of the beast's mental capacity to speak Desuka's single word: "Protection." Although he couldn't see her, he could sense Tirra smiling in confusion. "You don't need protection!" She exclaimed. "Protection for you," it growled. This time speech gave it a splitting headache; it whimpered, and disappeared into the fog. Tirra was left standing in his spot, staring after him. Keuirce approached slowly and embraced her in an attempt to comfort her. She returned the hug gratefully. They both knew they weren't going to see him again.

Mark Gatiss really overdid the humour in The Crimson Horror. Like Thomas Thomas - was that really necessary? The character did nothing except provide a single joke and then stand around with the equally pointless Strax for the rest of the episode. It was treated like a comedy instead of sci-fi, and that is not okay. That isn't to say I didn't enjoy the rest of the episode (the soundtrack for this series is just immense, for example), but these episodes with the Vastra/Jenny gang are getting a bit too over-the-top. I mean, some parts were genuinely funny, like the guy fainting, but terrible things like the TomTom joke and the Doctor kissing Jenny for no reason, getting slapped and doing that weird cartoony expression on his face. On the bright side, the ending was absolutely amazing with the photos and the 1986 Galvatron figure on the kitchen counter. And of course Diana Rigg and her daughter made the episode for me, with the whole dark plot and their performances and all. It could have been so much better if it wasn't for all the silliness. She is indeed, and it seems to be the way people hear about her, and expect her to be human. I believe it is easier to avoid Sherlock spoilers than Who ones, so you haven't made a bad decision there. I intend to do the same, but that isn't to say I can't listen to speculation and such about the third Series.

"Guys, our last movie is fifth on the highest grossing films of all time. Let's quit while we're ahead, and end the entire franchise after this next one." -No one, ever

IC: Xylak (Vorex), Huaki (Wotsiznaim) (Ko-Wahi) The Dreamer stood before a wall of Ice, examining it carefully, as though searching for some kind of marking. It was the fifth wall they had reached in the last few hours, each one similar in appearance, and yet there was something the Dreamer saw there that was different enough that they should be forgotten. But he seemed hopeful about this one. Perhaps 'hopeful' wasn't the right word... he feared what he seeked to awaken, but he had no choice in the matter. He took a knife from his armour, and with a grimace sliced it across his palm, blood beading up and filling the line with dark red immediately. He put his palm against the ice and shivered, before beginning to channel his power into the wall. Slowly, cracks formed, and the red of his blood seemed to seep through to the other side, crawling slowly along the ice. When at last it reached the bottom, the Dreamer stepped back, looking carefully at his work. Behind the ice, a shape took form and began to move, tall and thin, like something from a nightmare. The head, too, was far too thin, and stained with red, distorted as it approached the cracks and looked through the ice at the Dreamer and the Ko-Matoran by his side. Its head tilted, and then it stepped back. In the blink of an eye the ice had shattered into millions of tiny shards, and the two beings were thrown back by some invisible force as the creature stepped out into the light. It was hunched over slightly, its arms hanging at its side, and it had the look of some form of animal; but its eyes gleamed with an intelligence no Rahi could ever match. The Dreamer stood up to face it, but as it looked at him he was picked up into the air and a loud crack was heard as his back was bent backwards, his spine snapped like a twig, and he was quickly discarded, before the creature took a few careful steps toward Huaki, still lying on the snow. Huaki looked on in horror as the man she had seen as her father was broken with ease and thrown away like a ragdoll. Just when she thought this moment couldn't get any worse, she looked up, and it looked back. It's eyes, the swirling abyss of the beyond she was soon to face... No. Not today. Never today. She scrambled back on all fours, then spun around and waded as fast as she could through the snow. As a Ko-Matoran, she was more resistant to the cold and the snow seemed to allow her to pass, but her little legs could never be fast enough to carry her to safety. Deep down, she knew this, but pushed it away. There was always hope. Looking over her shoulder to try, foolishly, to lay eyes on it again, despite how little she wanted to, something caught her foot as it came down, her momentum bringing her front first back down into the white. Spitting out her mouthful of foul-tasting sludge, she turned to what she was certain was her certain doom. But now, what was worth living for? Her entire life had just crumbled in one fell swoop, she was homeless, without friends, family, nothing. Alone. Her vision began to blur. Closing her eyes, warm drops spilled from her eyes and rode, silently, down her cheeks. Wincing, she gritted her teeth, and waited for the end. The creature stood over Huaki, its eyes glaring into her, and spun its sword in its hand, heading in for the kill. But suddenly, it stopped, looking down at the crying Matoran. It was lost and alone, broken and grieving. It spared a look at the Dreamer's body, lying still on its back, and returned its gaze to Huaki. And then it did something that no one would have expected: it spoke. "Get up, child," Crux said, as gently as he could manage. His voice was barely louder than a whisper, and felt like sandpaper, sending a small shiver through the Matoran as she heard him speak. Despite the fear she still felt from the creature, which even now numbed the shock of its ability to speak, Huaki could see it was trying. It was trying to do something it wasn't good at, and that made it a little less terrifying. Still, however, she shook and stumbled as she slowly rose to her feet, sniffing once or twice and keeping her eyes on the thing standing over her. Was that remorse it was showing? Understanding? Something like that, she bet herself. Crux looked down at the Matoran who stood before him. In a way, she reminded him of himself, before power had grasped him and taken its terrible hold on his mind. Not just in her current state, but in her appearance, too. He felt almost like he was looking into the eyes of a female version of his childhood. And it was that familiarity which had saved her life. "You are alone." "What?" was all Huaki could manage to say at first, inhibiting the flow of tears. A moment or two passed as she looked, confused, at Crux, steam steadily puffing from between her lips, before it sank in what it had said. Yes. "Yes," she said, mumbling slightly from the stiffness in her jaw courtesy of the cold. "I... I am... Alone... I am alone..." am alone alone lone The word echoed, rang through her mind after she'd said it, forcing her to accept she was isolated. Was this its aim? Was it trying to break her spirit even further by making her think about it? "You have no loyalties, no allies?" Huaki may have reminded Crux of himself, but that did not change the fact that she was a person, and like other people, that made her a tool to be used as he saw fit. If she served him no purpose, it would be simpler to set her free, and hope never to meet her again. If, on the other hand, she had something of use... This frustrated Huaki. She stood firmer, her rage serving to boost her confidence somewhat. She looked deep into Crux's eyes as she growled, "You murdered my allegiance, my loyalty, my allies," she pointed to the unmoving body of Xylak. "You killed everything I have. You killed me. Now, I'm nothing, nobody." Crux nodded, following the Ko-Matoran's outstretched finger to the Toa's body. "I see. You are of no use to me." His speech was odd, more comfortable than before, but still awkward somehow, like he was only adjusting to using his voice for anything but the most animalistic of sounds, and in fact he was; he had not spoken to anyone in decades, perhaps even centuries, and it had taken its toll on his grasp of the Matoran language. You shouldn't have said that, was her first thought. Stupid girl, shouldn't have- No, no need for thoughts like that. How was she to know of anything different? How was she to see the future? What was done, was done, and the end was now to come. And perhaps... Perhaps she was ready now. Perhaps death would be kind with her consent. Still, even in near-death, acting was still her strong suit. Seamlessly, she became confused. What in the universe was he talking about? No more use for her? "So... What's that supposed to mean? What are you going to do to me?" "I am going to let you live," Crux explained, calmly. With every sentence his words were growing natural, his original accent taking form once again in place of the broken one that he had started out with. "But without allies, you serve no purpose to me, unless you wish to follow me. If I succeed, Matoran, we will both have great power. If I fail, we will have nothing ahead of us but death." She was going to live. At first she was close to breaking into song with ecstasy, but within moments she realised what that meant. One more day all on her own, one more night to cry. An entire lifetime of bleak, empty, nothingness. All of a sudden, being alive seemed like a special kind of death in itself. She saw her future, the embodiment of Karzahni it was. "Then I am left with no choice," she said at last, reluctantly bending down on one knee. "From now on, I- I live to serve you. My..." her eyes wandered over to the black lump in the snow that was Xylak. Her mentor. Her teacher. Her father. Dead. "My master." "Then the time has come for us to leave," Crux said solemnly, looking down at the Matoran. "Come. Our destination is Onu-Koro -- a strategic position, for rule and for fear." This was it. The end of her old life. In leaving Xylak here, lying still in the snow, she was leaving everything she had known, everything she was. She was, both figuratively and literally, walking into the darkness with a powerful, evil stranger. From now on, nothing would be the same.

I swear the rahkshi likeAren't doing anythingThey're just standing thereWhy is everyone panicking

Don't worry, we have the element of surprise. Just send in a small strike force to sneak behind enemy lines - they'd never expect just a few dudes to attack an army of Rahkshi because they'd be killed instantly. So it would be a fairly short surprise. Forget surprise.

I can see why people wouldn't like tonight's episode due to it's wobbliness, but personally, I absolutely loved it. Gloriously wibbly, as an episode set inside the TARDIS should be IMO. Also, I like Clara more and more every episode. I really don't want her to turn out to be a trap or something because, in all honesty, I will cry. That would not be okay. Just noticed something upon rewatching Bells of Saint John: "Eleven's the best. You will cry you eyes out." Moffat's sneaky way of saying, "my era is the best and most tear-jerking"?

i feel bad for not being that impressed so i'm going to do some lying Lorax you beauty! *forehead kiss* Also since I appear to have a life now I'd just like to tell everyone that I'm leaving forever not to be expected to respond as often as I once did, but of course anyone interacting with me is probably accustomed to my current Scarce Posting regime so this is pointless but I just like to talk to people because I don't talk enough on here anymore and I just don't know what to do with myself and and and and ...I don't wanna creep you out, but I think I like you.

I went to play Sonic Generations yesterday. I then realised I had the wrong Hard Drive in and all my data was on the other one. I thought, "Screw it, I might as well start a new game." I completed it later that day. I don't remember it being that short, but it certainly felt good to be so fast ^-^ Time Eater was also surprisingly bearable with the music changed to What I'm Made of.

IC: Kuhrin With a thud, Kuhrin dropped to the ground and hopped quickly up, the spikes skidding beneath his feet during his brief airtime to be thrown askew by the arena walls. The Toa of sonics landed in a three-point stance, using his free hand to pummel into Ferron's ears with a gesture, an obscenely high-pitched sound to ear-piercingly shrill it was nigh-unbearable. In the meantime, Kuhrin kept absorbing sound from the air around him, which not only prevented him from being crippled by the sheer amount of noise in a battle situation, but also kept his elemental energy levels from being depleted too quickly. It was the bulk of his power he decided was necessary to truly silence Krell for good. Bringing his free hand down hard into the ground with his other, he unleashed a powerful vibration through terrain to meet Krell's rapidly-approaching molten footprints, which threw sand up into the air as it went, all of this intended to disorientate his opponent and to knock him off balance.