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    RPGers Wanted

    By CeeCee,

    So, me and my good friend Dual Matrix are starting up a new RPG. Ive not seen a full Toa Team done before in and RPG and I thought it would be really interesting and fun. If any one is interested, I need at least four members although more would be nice. Each player must chose a different element to the others to make it more team like, and I guess the six standard would work better what with the Koro's and all. Im a Prem Member so I can invite any members to a group
     
    So yeah, I want to get back into RPing and I think this would be a nice come back.
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    Okay so I planning on making this blog post about tastes in music and all, until I found a band on my Ipod that goes by the name of Lordi. Now I doubt anyone knows who this band is but they won they euro-vision song contest in 2006. They were one of the few hard rock bands in the competition and wore these stupid monster costumes and had character names and all sorts.
     
    The thing is, is listening to their music for the first time in ages really brought be back to about last year and a bit before. When I was about 15 I was failing in school. There was a whole lot of things going on in my life and I was unhappy. I would even go as far as to say I was depressed. Not depressed as going all emo and slitting my wrists and all that, because I was never that kind of person. In fact I would mask it very well, even to myself. I would get angry over stupid things and would lash out physically to any object close to me. It was a like constant weight of anger and sadness in me and I couldn't lift it. I was skiving school ALOT. I hated my school. It wasnt like I was bullied or anything like that, in fact my life there was insanely average, but a lot of people, even my closest friends stood for a lot of things that I did not(although I didnt really realise that until later)
     
    After leaving my school and moving 100 miles away from my mums to my dads, I remembered a song from 2006 called Hard Rock Hallelujah(Lordi's winning song) I listened to it again and through that found Lordi's other songs. I find the man a lyrical genius but thats besides the point. I found out they had been a band since the late 90's and got sort of.... obsessed shall we say?
    I mean something you've got to know about Lordi is each band member were's a costume and has a character or persona(Although to be fair thats how they act in real life I assume). You get attached to the band members like they are characters off a TV show and when they leave the band its almost heart breaking (RIP Otus)
     
    Anyway Im sort of going off track here. See this post isnt so much about the bad time in my life, its about the recovery. When I moved schools I got to learn a lot about my self as I had a chance to start a knew. Instead of pretending to be some one I was not, I decided to embrace the real me. I grew a lot of confidence and realized you didnt have to try fit in, becuase the harder you tried the more people would not like you(at least in my expericene). I listened to Lordi a lot in my early stages of year 11. I would walk to school with my Ipod it and would blast it out full volume. Although it got better eventually the first couple months in my new school were really dark. I didnt know any one and found it hard to talk to people(not that I ussualy would have a problem doing so). Lordi at the stage was one of the only bands I listened to. Not that I didnt like other music, but I didnt want to listen to anything else. I just kind of feel I owe them a thanks for "pulling me through". I dont mean to say that I couldnt have got my life back on track without them, becuase I could, but when my life was constantly changing around Lordi was the one rock in my life, so thanks.(Not that they will read this)
     
    I guess the most important thing is I got good grades at the end of year 11 and I would never have got them if I had of continues the way I was going.
     
    Sorry if this seems a bit strung togther. Its the first time I have ever talked about this so...
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    Okay so I have been conflicted weather or not to buy this set. Please not Im not a MOC and and get Bionicles for play and display only.
     
    Okay so I have a major first world problem here. I have £150 to spend on Bio's. Now I thought I had chosen the sets I wanted. These were
     
    The Toa Inika
    Icarax
    The Makuta Phantoka and Mistika
    Toa Mahrii
    Barraki.
     
    These come to £150
     
    If I wanted to buy Mata Nui, i have to swap it for two options. This could be my only chance to get him, but is really worth it?
     
    You tell me Bionicle Zone. you tell me.
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    I:1:One

    By CeeCee,

    Can I fall forever?
     
    A type of freedom nothing can take away.
     
    I know this certain feeling.
     
    It’s like a fire burning inside me.
     
    Now I know what this feels like.
     
    A moment long awaited for me.
     
    Don’t we all live for this very moment one way or another?
     
    Can I fall forever?
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    RIP Ipod Classic

    By CeeCee,

    SO I was walking the dogs earlier today. Becuase I lack vision on my right hand side, my headphones got cause onto a branch and my Ipod went flying into the water.
     
    Im so annoyed right now
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    Cancer

    By CeeCee,

    So I've recently heard something really depressing.
    1 in 3 people in the world will end up being diagnosed with Cancer
     
    How depressing is that?!
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    So Yesterday I got high

    By CeeCee,

    Yeah, dont worry, not on illegal substances. I had to have a bone in my wrist moved, so they gave me something called Gas and Air. Its what they give pregnant ladies when they go into labour. All I can say, is its flipping incredible. It felt like I was in a dream, and I had to keep on reminding myself I wasn't. It was also like reliving a memory. Like everything that was gong on had happened long ago, but at the same time, it felt like it was going to happen. I also imagined things that weren't in my field of view, like my shoes. I could feel the pain, although it was numb, but it was like i just didnt care.
     
    I also dont think I blinked in the entire 5 mins I was under.
     
    Any one else ever tried this?
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    Well thats kind of scary.

    By CeeCee,

    I was looking through the BZP calendar, seeing who shared my Birthday, The 31st of October(As if that isn't scary enough). I looked at some ones profile who was born on EXACTLY the same day as me. I joined BZP on the 28th of June 2012. Their last active day was the 27th of June 2012.
     
     
    Mother of Atahkah!
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    I don't know about you, but as much as I am the same as my internet self in real life, i am also very different. Confused? So am I!
    I guess what I'm trying to question here, is... who is the real me?
     
    I'm a shy person. You wouldn't think that of me if you meant me on the street. My confidence is a massive deceit. My voice projects itself in a confident way, and my body language is anything but reclusive. The only thing is though, is that my eyes tell a completely different tale. I find it really hard to make eye contact with... most people really, if I am conscience of it. My real life self thinks of all theses great amazing things to say, but my mouth wont let me say them. No one even knows about my love for Bionicle, yet obviously, you all do. However as an internet version of myself, i have no such boundaries. My real life self is actually a lot of the things I hate. Puposlly hiding things about your self, just to fit into the "norm"
     
    Does that mean I'm more my self behind a computer screen? Or is my social awkwardness just part of my personalty?
     
    What do you think BZP?
     
    And what about your self? How do you differ from the Internet, to real life
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    Custom Metru Matoran

    By CeeCee,

    Here is the deal. I love the Metruan, and want to make all my Matoran of this style.Of course characters like Jaller, Takua, Hahli, etc will all have the same masks but i need your thoughts on this:
    I am buying all the 36 Toa Mata masks and all 36 Turaga masks.
     
    I don't know whether to do this:
     
    Matoran would have their designated colours. e.g. all Ta-Matoran would have orange Turaga Kanohi, and all red Mata Kanohi.
     
    Or:
     
    Kanohi and colours are all picked at random. e.g. A Ta-Matoran could have a green Hau
     
    What should I do?
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    Am I the only one?

    By CeeCee,

    Who hates those little blue half axle half circle connector bionicle pieces. They have to be my most hated peice i nthe whole of Lego hisotey. Pretty much all of mine have become weakened, and there is no grip on the any more. If I attach say an arm to, say a body, evey time I put the arm in a certain position, it just flops back down again. I need my blood pressure testing, I swear.
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    Hero Factory TV show

    By CeeCee,

    Okay so i recently got interested in HF and found out they had a TV show. Okay I admit, I wasn't expecting much, but its seriously bad in my opinion. The voice acting is decent but the plot and characters are really bland. I watched all the episodes that I could get on ######. "Why did you do that if you dont like it?" you may ask. Well my friends, that is because it has this cute little charm to it. I cant really explain. Its like its so bad its good. I kind of like its corny lines, and while the characters are bland, they're not painful to watch or even like.
     
    I realize its limited for characterization becuase its a kids show and the actual story line is weak any way. Nothing devastating can happen and I get that, but that doesn't mean we cant have character growth. The so called "veterans" do some pretty stupid stuff, while the rookies seem intelligent and immensely skilled. Whats up with that? The characters need to find something in them selves and put it to use on later episodes.
     
    So any way, I find the show okay.
    My head says 1/5 but my heart gives it a higher mark. Yeah, I am a 3 year old trapped in a 16 year old body.
     
    What you opinions of it, if you've seen it?
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    So I'm getting a lot of Hero Factory dudes tomorrow, and so I have learned they come with codes that are used for the game. I have decided to give these away. As soon as I get the sets I will PM the code to the person who it belongs too. I really have no desire to play the game so there is no point in hanging onto them.
     
    Its first come first serve so just post in here if you are interested. The earlier the post, the more points you will get. That seems pretty fair to me.
    1. 2 Furno codes=600 points
    2. Stormer XL=500
    3. Breez= 300
    4. Rocka= 300
    5. Bulk= 300
    6. Surge=200
    7. Stringer=200
    8. Nex=200
    9. Evo=200
    10. Core Hunter=300
     
    Not sure if any one wants these or if the game is even still online, but what ever,
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    Hero Factory

    By CeeCee,

    I have joked in the past about by hatred for Hero Factory.
    I don't get the hate for it. I'm not a massive fan of its design, but that doesn't mean its bad.
     
    I think a lot of people hat one it, just becuase it "replaced" Bionicle. This is untrue really.
    What are you opinions on it?
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    Donate

    By CeeCee,

    I did not notice a donate button on here. Is this knew? Has any ever donated to this sight(Excluding premier membership)
  21. CeeCee
    Obviously people have opinions, but why is the world so divided? We fight over the stupidest things like money and beliefs. I'm not saying you shouldn't fight for your beliefs, but to take a life for it? Isn't that going a bit to far? You have people in the middle east killing each other every day, and for what? And its not just over there, its here in my country too. Why do people separate some one for the colour of their skin or what gender they're attracted too. Why would a city be seen as dirty, just becuase there are more of a "certain race" there?
     
    It confuses me BZP.
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    Thank you BZP

    By CeeCee,

    I actually just wanted to thank the whole of BZP. I joined here only a few weeks ago now, but honestly it has been great. I hope to stay here for many years to come and to shed a single year as it is one day shut down. I have been a Bionicle fan since I was just a little kid. I remember getting it into my head when I was about 7 that BZP was racist becuase it sounded so similar to BNP hahaha. You are a really great community, who is just all out friendly.and a pleasure to be around. I am really luck to be a part of this community. Toa have mods that actually do their job properly, but dont see them selves any higher than the average user. I respect that. I remember when I first went premier, and a bunch of member all thanked be for buying it. That seems like so little to you, but so much to me. I got to know by first two close friends on this site by being told off for something hahaha. I;m not naming any names here because I don t want it to get all sappy. I know this may seem really stupid, but I think its the least I can do for such a great community.
    I am just saying this not, becuase who know what could happen tomorrow. I could die in a car crash or something like that. I would never get the chance to write this entry. I would then have to come back as a ghost and haunt you hahaha.
     
    But in all seriousness, Thank you BZP
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    1


     
     
    Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but Silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by. Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowd didn’t cheer. The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence.
     
    Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. His eyes had changed. No Matoran had ever seen them like this before. This was a new Turaga Dume, yet it was the one that had been there for so long, unnoticed. His eyes read “Now, you obey me. Now you worship me”.
    “Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!”
    His voice was loud and authoritative, but not so much a shout. It was the type of voice saying “Cross me, I and I will make you wish you were dead.”
    Vakama knew that Lhikan wasn’t a traitor. He just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. No one else spoke, out of both shock and fear.
     
    The coliseum emptied. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though. That no one else would dare think differently about it.
    “Vakama!” It was Nuurakh, the Ta-Matoran Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?”
    “Home” Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them look more Matoran
    “Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor. For what reason the Great Turaga lie?”
    “Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically
    “Vakama?” Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day had changed him forever.
     
    Toa Lhikan had always been a man of riddles. The last thing he had said to Vakama they day he disappeared was: “Follow the stars”. Vakama had never felt so useless. Lhikan had chosen him for something that could potentially hold Metru Nui’s fate, but instead he had fallen at the first hurdle. He looked up at the diming sky. The stars were coming out. He didn’t see anything unusual about the stars that could lead him on where to go. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “A bit cliché” thought Vakama “but it’s as good a place to start as any”. The great temple was sacred to all Matoran. It was where all the Metru’s met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district. Vakama’s home and also Lhikans old one. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits; some mental, some physical. They were the main in habitants of Metru Nui. Most Matoran stuck to jobs that were popular in their Metru, although some did other jobs that didn’t belong to it. Metru Nui was ran by one or more Turaga. At the moment there was only one Turaga which was Turaga Dume. Most Turaga were Toa at one point. Traditionally, a Toa would guard a designated Metru Generally their own) . The could control great amounts of elemental energy and were able to access their mask powers through the use of their Great Kanohi’s. They served as fighters and protectors for Metru Nui. They were typically taller than the Matoran and Turaga Vakama wasn’t sure if it was possible to be a Toa without being a Matoran first. He wasn’t around when Toa Lhikan was a Matoran, but he had been told many stories. Toa Lhikan had been the last Toa of Metru Nui. The other Toa had either died or joined the dark hunters: A top league mercenary organization. Most of the Toa that had done this had been mutated or merged. Because of the shortage of Toa in the Dark War, against Sidoraks Kingdom, Turaga Dume got some top scientists to create the Vahki. They were slightly shorter than the Toa and they were not as strong or powerful as them either, but their sheer strength in numbers was not to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, only six remained a live at the end of the war. They now acted as a mix between Toa and law enforcers.
     
    The Great Temple was the only place in Metru Nui that didn’t belong to a Metru. Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him. Vakama nearly began to weep at the thought of this memory. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor.
    He shiftily walked into the Great Temple. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. They watched him enter. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel their eyes were following him. He turned the corner and came across a massive Hall way full of statues of previous Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama’s observations were interrupted by a loud crash. He ran across the hall way to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over him, unable to control his laughter.
    “Hahahahahaha! So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside. Hahahahahaha! I used to think they were just sad no life, but now I realize it’s just because they would break every think they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice.”
    “That’s it Onewa, I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up of the floor and raised his fist to punch Onewa. Onewa’s grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face changed from happy to pure intimidating.
    -“Sit down, Nuju.” At first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he could see by the aggressive look on Onewa’s face and the frightfulness in Nuju’s, this was not the case.
    “Hello there.” Said Vakama. Nuju looked grateful for the distraction, but at the same time mad at Vakama for not intervening earlier.
    “I’m Vakama”
    Nuju got up from the floor. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it.
    “Nuju” He said. Onewa shook he head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. The Ko-Matoran had a strange version of the first meet, they called the handshake. They thought of it as more formal for some reason.
    “I’m Onewa” He said. He was confident. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially how he was with Nuju. Two Matoran walked down the opposite staircase to the one Nuju had fallen down.
    “Wow, look at the place”. Said the dark green Le- Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, hey Nokama?”
    “Oh Matau.” The Dark blue Ga-Matoran spoke. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her mask seemed to illuminate the room.
    “Oh hey look!” Matau spoke. “Look at all these guys!” He said excitedly.
    “I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment.
    “Nokama” She introduced her self
    “Vakama” He responded. Their eyes met. Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today and his grieving for Toa Lhikan disappeared.
    “Ahem” It was Matau “and you might be?” Embarrassed, Vakama let go of Nokama’s immediately.
    “Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. His fist met Matau’s. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”.
    “Nice, I’m Matau”
    “So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran”
    “Actually, you do”. A black Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour mad his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly, his voice was deep but friendly. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude, but I like to evaluate the situation from afar”. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face”
    “No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa. “What about me?” Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm, hard. Whenua walked towards Onewa. Grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall.
    “That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled.
     
    The Six Matoran, led by Whenua, walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It wasn’t so much they didn’t have anything to say, but the shear awkwardness left every one mute. It was a long walk. Vakama didn’t even know the temple was this big. The Temple walls were made of a dark grey stone, carved like bricks. A red carpet had been laid in the middle of every corridor. The Temple was filled with giant carvings of heroic Toa, Turaga and Matoran done by ancient Po-Matoran. Onewa gazed in amazement at all of them. The corridors were well lit with torches but it still gave off an eerie vibe, especially the deeper they got.
     
    They all eventually got to a room with a dead end.
    “Great.” Said Matau. “The miner brought us all this way, just to find out that we took the wrong turn.”
    Whenua gave off a slight huff. “When will you all realize that mining has become a fairly small part of the Onu-Metru job industry? We do Jobs like engineering and archiving, like myself.
    “So you’re either swinging tools when engineering or going down into deep dark scary holes when archiving. Sounds pretty much like Mining to me” Said Onewa.
    Whenua glared at him. “So explain to me what sculpting is? Oh wait, swinging tools. And how do you think you’d get those fancy rocks to sculpt with if we didn’t mine them for you. And all the machinery you use? All invented by us. And let’s not forget about what most of you carve right? Ancient history? Well I’m pretty sure archiving plays a big part….”
    “Okay, okay,” said Onewa, agitated, realizing he’d been beaten.
    “Look” Said Nuju. “None of this bickering is going to help the fact that we’re all still lost.”
    Whenua looked at him. A vague smile formed on his face.
    “Lost?, You underestimated me” He pulled back the red carpet covering the floor of the small cylinder shaped room. Vakama had never seen anything like it. It was a giant manhole except it was covered in wires and circuits. It was bright gold in colour.
    “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Nokama stole the words right out from Vakama’s mouth.
    “I…I have.” Nuju raised his hand unsurely. Onewa rolled his eyes. “It’s an old Ko-Matoran manhole system. It was used centuries back when the Great Ice Rahi, known in plural as the Komasa, single as the Komasi attacked Ko-Metru. They were both clever and strong but neither their intelligence nor strength could overcome this lock. The Komasa eventually died of starvation.”
    “So how do we open it?” asked Vakama.
    “You don’t. At least not from the outside.” Nuju replied. Nuju’s eyes then lit up. “There is one way we can do it. If I get it wrong though, I could fry us all.”
    “Well then, we’re all screwed” Said Onewa. Nuju ignored him
    “Who is the strongest here?” he asked.
    “Me.” said a Confident Onewa. Whenua laughed and walked towards the manhole, shoving Onewa with his shoulder as he walked past.
    “Where do you need me?” He said.
    “Over there by that lever. I need you to pull it when I say go. I hope you’re strong enough, it would usually be done by a machine”. Said Nuju.
    “I am a Machine” joked Whenua. He walked over and held the lever.
    “Okay Onewa. Seeing as you want to be useful you have the most important job of all” Said Nuju.
    “Don’t patronise me. What do you want me to do?” There was a silence “I said what do you want me to do? Don’t take all day about it!” said Onewa aggressively. Nuju looked shocked and scared for a moment. He looked at the other Matoran. They all gave him encouraging looks so Nuju chose to ignore Onewa’s immature behaviour.
    “If you want to help you’ve got to stop that bar from touching the floor. It’s going to want to do that when Whenua pulls the lever. If it touches the floor we’re all going to be in bits. If you actually grew up, you’d know that I wasn’t being patronising and actually is the most important job. Got it?” Vakama was amazed how angry and in charge Nuju was. Onewa looked dumbfounded, not used to Nuju talking back at him.
    “Okay man , just calm down, your embarrassing yourself” Onewa joked nervously, failing to get the other Matoran to laugh.
    “Onewa?” Said Matau.
    “What?!”
    “Just shut up and hold the bar so we can get the Karzhani”. Onewa held the bar firmly in his hands. Nuju started the count down.
    “Three, two, one, GO!”
    Whenua stated pulling down the lever. Nuju was frantically fiddling around with the different wires. Suddenly the metal bar started to travel down.
    “Guys…guys I don’t think I can hold this. NUJU FOR GOD SAKE, MAKE IT STOP!” Vakama didn’t know whether Nuju was ignoring him or was just too concentrated to hear anything. A horrible scream started coming from Onewa. Vakama didn’t blame him. His fingers were literally being crushed. Slowly. Whenua looked concerned but continued to pull the lever. Everyone was covering their ears from Onewa’s screaming. Nokama was crying so Matau put his arm around her to comfort her. Although Vakama knew this was the wrong time, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.
    “NUJU!” Vakama shouted. The lever Whenua was holding shot back and the bar crushing Onewa’s finger lifted.
    “Done.” Said Nuju proudly.
    “You psycho!” Cried Onewa. “Could you not here me screaming?”
    “Of course I did” Said Nuju. “But I didn’t expect much else from a feeling like a 40 ton weight crushing down on your fingers.”
    “You knew this would happen?!” Shouted Onewa.
    “Sure I did.” Said Nuju. “ Don’t cry though. You want to look manly in front of all the guys don’t you?”. A shock came across Onewa’s face.
    “W…what?” He trembled “How did you…?”
    Nuju smiled. The other Matoran seemed confused on what he was implying. Every one besides Onewa, that was. The three of them stood of the manhole. Every one helped lift it, except Onewa because of his broken fingers.
    “Allow me” Said Matau smiling. “I’m an expert on dark holes”.
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    We are Metru

    By CeeCee,

    I am just about to put the first three chapters onto my blog. I made a few tweaks to my sample from chapter 1 as well. I think I got every typo as grammar mistake. Hope you enjoy. Please read and respond if you have the time.
    Removed. -Do not bypass the filter. -Kohaku
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    I know I said I would do a lot of the story before I showed this but this is just a little sample. I just wanted to know what people thought of the change. I personally think there is a massive improvement. Read Chapter 1 from the old one on then then this and I will think you will find a big difference in quality. For those of you wanting action then I cant really do much in this little sample. This isn't really an action Novel. its more about the characters stories. There will be action though, don't worry.H however if the characters dont keep you interested enough then either Im a bad writer or this isnt the book for you. You will also find the chapters to hopefully be longer so that's normally good. Please give feed back. Good or bad.
     
    For more info click on my first entry and/or "rinse and repeat". You will find all info out there. Dont complain its not canon. Okay here goes. I really felt as if I gave it my all for this. That doesnt mean its amazing but it does mean its the best of my current ability.
     
    Hope you enjoy.
     
     
    "Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but Silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by. Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowed didn’t cheer. The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence.
     
    Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. His eyes had changed. No Matoran had ever seen them like this. This was a new Turaga Dume, yet it was the one that had been there for so long. Unnoticed. His eyes read “Now, you obey me. Now you worship me”.
    -“Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!”
    His voice was loud and authoritative, but not so much a shout. It was the type of voice saying “Cross me, I and I will make you wish you were dead.”
    Vakama knew that Lhikan wasn’t a traitor. He just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. No one else spoke. Out of both shock and fear.
     
    The coliseum emptied. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though. That no one else would dare think differently.
    -“Vakama!” It was Nuurakh, the Ta-Matoran Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?”
    -“Home” Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them look more Matoran
    -“Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor. For what reason the Great Turaga lie?”
    -“Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically
    -“Vakama?” Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day had changed him forever.
     
    Toa Lhikan had always been a man of riddles. The last thing he had said to Vakama they day he disappeared was “Follow the stars”. Vakama had never felt so useless. Lhikan had chosen him for something that could potentially hold Metru Nui’s fate but instead he was stuck at the first hurdle. He looked up at the diming sky. The stars were coming out. He didn’t see anything unusual about the stars that could lead him on where to go. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “A bit cliché” thought Vakama “but it’s as good a place to start as any”. The great temple was sacred to all Matoran’s. It was where all the Metru’s met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district. Vakama’s home. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits; some mental, some physical. They were the main inhabitants of Metru Nui doing different jobs around the city. The Great Temple was the only place in Metru Nui that didn’t belong to a Metru. Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him. Vakama nearly began to weep at the thought of this memory. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor.
    He shiftily walked into the Great Temple. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. They watched him enter. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel their eyes were following him. He turned the corner and came across a massive Hall way full of statues of Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama’s observations were interrupted by a loud crash. He ran across the hall way to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over him, unable to control his laughter.
    -“Hahahahahaha! So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside. Hahahahahaha! I used to think they were just sad no life, but now I realize it’s just because they would break every think they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice.”
    -“That’s it Onewa, I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up of the floor and raised his fist to punch Onewa. Onewa’s grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face changed from happy to pure intimidating.
    -“Sit down, Nuju.” At first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he could see by the aggressive look on Onewa’s face and the frightfulness in Nuju’s, this was not the case.
    -“Hello there.” Said Vakama. Nuju looked grateful for the distraction, but at the same time mad at Vakama for not intervening earlier.
    -“I’m Vakama”
    Nuju got up from the floor. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it.
    -“Nuju” He said. Onewa shook he head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. The Ko-Metru had a strange version of the first meet, the called the handshake. They thought of it as more formal for some reason.
    -“I’m Onewa” He said. He was confident. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially how he was with Nuju.
    -“Wow, look at the place”. It was a dark green Le- Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, hey Nokama?”
    -“Oh Matau.” The Dark blue Ga-Matoran spoke. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her mask seemed to illuminate the room.
    -“Oh hey look!” Matau spoke. “Look at all these guys!” He said excitedly.
    -“I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment. Their eyes met. Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today and grieving for Toa Lhikan disappeared.
    -“Ahem” It was Matau “and you might be?” . Vakama’s hand let go of Nokama’s immediately.
    -“Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. His fist met Matau’s. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”.
    -“So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran”
    -“Actually, you do”. A black Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour mad his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly, his voice was deep but friendly. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude, but I like to evaluate the situation from afar”. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face”
    -“No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa. “What about me?”. Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm. Whenua walked towards Onewa. Grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall.
    -“That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled.
     
    The Six Matoran walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It wasn’t so much they didn’t have anything to say, but the shear awkwardness left every one mute."
     
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