Athmos

God, no. Just the thought of food.... TPBM has never been to Boston in the fall. (Can't help myself)

A nice poem, a good picture and it's all nice and organized!

SPI-DA-MAAAAN!

1/5 Your sig is seared in my mind now, however.

IC(Kaerhi): "Le-Matoran." he said, still looking at Hatann. Kaerhi did a quiet calculation about this Skakdi. He was mainly black, probably good at hiding. But his apparent upper body strength told him different. He also seemed to know about the island, this 'Mata Nui.' It may be good idea to stay with him for the time being. "Where are headed?" he asked, slight interest in his voice.

Kaerhi continued his stare from under his hood. "No. Ice." he said, answering his first question. He took a look at the fallen trees, then back at Hatann. "Kaerhi." he said, answering his second question. Now it was Kaerhi's turn to question Hatann. "What island is this?"

IC(Meja): Meja walked back to her house, still disappointed at the lack of prey today. She made it back to her house and hanged up her items. As she did so, she took a glance in her little clay pot she bought to hold her widgets. "That's quite a few." she muttered to herself, "Maybe I could take a break form hunting, and visit Po-Koro like I always wanted." Her mind quickly worked, making the plans, the route of travel, sights she would see, getting more excited as she thought it out. She grabbed a medium sized leather bag from a shelf, and filled it with the widgets. "Perfect!" she commented. She grabbed her bow and her quiver, her good pair of hiking boots, and left her house, making sure to lock the door behind her.

I got a Female Toa of Air in Le-Koro at the moment. If you want, you can interact.

Oh, sorry. *Insert Sarcasm Sign Here* I'm not as new as you would like to think.

Tuck is just for show, it's Nuju you gotta be afraid of.

2/5, Your avatar is rather familiar.

So, you don't like cross country runners? Okay..... *Runs from thread, crying*

The wonderful place where I can procrastinate my life away.

2/5, seen you around a little.

IC(Kaerhi): Kaerhi gave the other Skakdi a cold stare. He then sheathed his blades and returned his hands under his hooded robe. "Who are you?" he said slowly.

I thought I posted already..... Anyways, this a brilliant take on a Matoran's last hours.

Interesting story, making a crippled Matoran. Choosing a Ko-Matoran was a good idea, but what if it was a Le-Matoran? They are always active, and then you tell us about one that isn't. A tad more heartbreaking, I think.

Interesting. This is a very good take on the Matoran. It seemed just a little rushed, but overall this was entertaining.

IC(Meja): Meja was disspointted at the lack of prey to hunt. "Kraz." she muttered under her breath, as she headed back to the Koro. Instead of flying up, she just used one of the elevators, quickly making it to a platform, not far from where she lived.

Drama, drama, drama...

IC(Meja): Meja walked across the soft forest floor, making a circle around Le-Koro. "Strange," she muttered, "there's always prey near here."

IC(Kaerhi): Kaerhi turned on his heel swiftly, not hearing the figure behind him until he spoke. Kaerhi activated both his collapseble blades and thrusted at the figure...

Gah, why did I even vote, I'm not even a critic.