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Nilkuu? Oh, Protector of Stone. Why can't we refer to them just as Protectors?

How big is he? $60 is steep, regardless of how many pieces he contains.

Have we heard anything about a new Lego Star Wars game, or is LEGO all about the other franchises now?

Has anyone else besides me not applied any stickers (on Onua or Kopaka)?

Congratulations to the Danes! It's a shame that everyone still has to hitch rides with the Russians though.

I think you'd probably just swap out the bone/rib pieces and the Skull mask.

To be honest, it's probably what we can expect when there's such a weak marketing budget. No reason to flesh out the episodes to be consistent.

So this does seem to confirm that Bionicle G2 is not as big of a hit as G1.

Gorgeous work as always.

While this is slightly off-topic, can anyone explain why high frame-rate is so good in video games, but (judging by your comments) fairly bad for film? It's the same idea: displaying what is on the screen across more, shorter intervals.

A 6.5 by 3 foot Phantoka banner from eBay.

'08 followed by '07. 2008 was the culmination of all of Bionicle up until that point. The double-plot twist was amazing, we got our original heroes back, and it just felt like one final effort for the Bionicle universe. Setwise, we had strong Titans (Icarax, Takanuva), amazing new Battle Vehicles, and as much as people may lambast the overuse of grey/silver and shoddy joints, the '08 Toa were pretty amazing in my opinion. Unique villains and fresh twists on the old heroes. 2007 - clone sets were pretty much out the door and the underwater setting was so cool. Also, Matoro's sacrifice cannot be forgotten. I almost put 2015. Discovering the return of Bionicle was one of the happiest things in my life.

IC: Torvoth "I've made my choice," I repeated, slowly turning my head to look at Ardoku. I was going to try to explain myself, but then I abruptly noticed that surprise and grief were written all over the Toa of Plasma's face. "Wait. You-" Despite my best efforts, somehow I couldn't choke out the words. "You cared."

IC: Torvoth The black-armored hand was fairly unremarkable for a hand. Like any other hand, it was composed of metal and muscle. In this case, only metal was visible. This particular metal was, as mentioned earlier, black, but also chipped, scratched, and slightly scorched in a couple of places. What was remarkable about this slender hand is not its form, but what it did. Slowly but surely, servomotors and muscle, bonded together by the impossible forces that forged them, moved. The hand silently clenched into a fist. Ardoku wept quietly, but eventually seemed prepared to leave. As he stood up, still shaken, a gauntleted hand grasped his wrist with surprising strength. "I've made my choice."

Fikou, I haven't bought anything that you've posted yet, but you're the man. Finding all sorts of great stuff, even though half of it is across the Atlantic. And I ended up buying that 6.5' by 3' Phantoka banner. Now I need more!

IC: Nameless Po-Koro Medcenter Doctor (stand-in for Torvoth) "We've done all we could for him. It's up to him now, and bio-mechanically speaking, it's simply not feasible for him to survive. He probably won't be able to hear you or notice you..." he paused and coughed quietly as they arrived at the threshold of Torvoth's room. "I'll leave you two be," he said to the Plasma Toa, before walking away. Torvoth lay stiffly, completely unmoving atop the surgical slab. For the first time in anyone's memory, Torvoth also happened to be not wearing his trademark battered Kadin-helmet. Glazed eyes stared into the ceiling from a stoic face. Some of his armor had been removed for surgical procedures, leaving bare hydraulics and muscle tissue visible in certain places. The only thing doing any real activity at all was the Vortixx's heartlight, slowly and dimly pulsing on his chest. Slower and dimmer with every pulse. Slower and dimmer until it stopped.

IC: Nameless Po-Koro Medcenter Doctor (stand-in for Torvoth) "So," he said, glancing at the Toa burying his face in his hands. "If you want to make any last good-byes, now would be a fairly good time." With that, he strode out of the waiting room and opened the door, holding it open with an inviting glance at Ardoku.

Welcome back. Onua is dope. You won't be disappointed. Just curious, now that you're coming back, how have you observed the community/fanbase reacting to G2? What about yourself?

IC: Torvoth "Hey. Hey you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Wakey wakey!" Growling angrily, Torvoth forced his eyes open against the bright morning light. The Vortixx mumbled something incomprehensible and fell back against his yellowed pillow. "Buddy, c'mon. Daylight's precious in Xa-Koro. People to do, things to see. I mean, people to see, things to do. Or is that what I meant?" Torvoth finally sat up and turned to his uninvited visitor who happened to be lounging at his door. Not at his door, actually. Inside his door, in his shack, to be precise. That was somewhat bizarre, but after living on Xa-Koro for some time, such things became less and less unexpected. The being was... much more unexpectedly, himself. "Hi, me! Good morning! Let's go for an adventure." With that, Torvoth found himself hauled out of bed by himself and propelled out the door. Marching along Xa-Koro's crooked streets, he and himself made for an unassuming sight, given the rest of the mostly criminal denizens of the village. The unlikely duo stopped and Torvoth found himself standing outside of a well-known Xa-Koro bar. "In the morning?" He asked himself. "Oh. I seem to have messed up the time of day. It's alright, gimme a moment." The other Torvoth snapped his fingers and Xa-Koro became enveloped in the loving dark folds of dusk. That seemed fairly bizarre, but also seemed strangely more familiar. "Much better. C'mon, slayer." They entered. A large Skakdi bouncer glared angrily at them, but let them through and they ended up ordering drinks. "Check out that gal over there," muttered the other Torvoth to Torvoth, indicating a direction with a subtle jut of his chin. Torvoth followed the pointed chin with his eyes until they reached a lovely looking female Vortixx. His eyes opened slightly with realization and they flashed with anger. "You wouldn't..." "Oh, I won't. But you will. You know you shouldn't, but you also know you will." Torvoth found himself slowly striding towards the other Vortixx and sidling up beside her. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me miss, but I can't help but wonder... did it hurt?" "What?" "You know, falling from heaven?" Her response dissolved as she turned into yet another girl, a slender Ga-Toa with the most gorgeous eyes. "Do you have a map, because I keep getting lost in your eyes..." She giggled nervously, but otherwise remained silent. Torvoth hated silence, so he was thankful when the Toa changed again. And again. And again. "Darling, I'm fairly certain I have the Key to your Nongu." "I like you a lot, but I've been too shy to say anything." "Hi there-" "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" he bellowed, flailing his arms. His current unsuccessful object of interest recoiled as if stung by a Nui-Rama. The other Torvoth smirked and chuckled and snapped his fingers a second time. The bar thankfully faded away and the two (or would it be just one?) Vortixx ended up in Torvoth's shack once again. A lanky Le-Matoran stuck his head through the door. "Torvoth? Yeah, I'm here for the Boss. This deal is over. No money for you. Takin' too long. Don't mess up again, or there won't be a second warning." The door slammed. The black-armored inventor cursed and punched his fist into the wall. He had forgotten how bad it felt to lose a contract, let alone an especially lucrative one. He rushed out after the Matoran, but the messenger was nowhere to be found. Just a handful of low-lifes. And a couple of hand-holding criminal couples, enjoying Xa-Koro's not-so splendid views. He went back inside to find his other self squatting atop the workbench and chuckling quietly. "Look at all these unfinished designs," not-him said, waving a slender hand at the detritus strewn across the workbench, "You can't get anything done. You can't get your contracts done on time, let alone get yourself a girl. We all saw how well that went. Mata Nui knows what's going on with your other friends. You're a mess." "Who are you?" asked Torvoth, with an inkling starting to form in his mind. Friends... he thought to himself. Friends. "Me? I'm you. But not the present you. Not all of you." "You're... you're my memories. My subconscious - some or all of it? Something like that. These are obviously my memories that I'm running through right now..." the Vortixx trailed off as his other self picked something up from the workbench and examined it, before tossing it across the room to him. He caught it with ease. Now that he held it in his hands, the inventor was very aware of what exactly he carried, and more importantly, what would happen next. It was The Judge. The beloved handgun was very different than in its present state: clean, not soot-stained, unmarked, not battered and used, pristine, not completely broken. Glancing at the tiny ammunition counter, he noticed that there was just a single round in the chamber. "You know what happens and happened next," came the voice from across the room, almost taunting. Indeed, Torvoth did know what happened next. Slowly, the short Vortixx raised the handgun to his temple. "You had a choice then. You have a choice now." "You have a choice." You have a choice. You have a choice. BANG. OC: This is my first long post and I'm fairly scared. I would really welcome C&C here or via PM.

"that I want in on the giveaway"

IC: Nameless Po-Koro Medcenter Doctor (stand-in for Torvoth) "He's not going to make it."

IC: Nameless Po-Koro Medcenter Doctor (stand-in for Torvoth) The doors to the waiting area pushed open, revealing a stout, weary-looking Po-Matoran. The Matoran glanced around the room, quickly scanning over its few occupants. Thankfully, there were not that many. Only a handful of people, really. The doctor ran his eyes across the room a second time before settling them on a lone Toa of Plasma who sat nursing what appeared to be an injured shoulder. The Matoran cleared his throat. "Excuse me. Are you the gentleman who brought the wounded Vortixx in here?" The Toa glanced up and nodded. "Your friend?" The Toa paused almost imperceptibly, before nodding a second time. In response, the Po-Matoran sighed and bowed his head. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you."

In all honesty, Grinder doesn't sound that intimidating or indicative of leadership. I'd suggest Overlord... or perhaps, you know, a normal name? I still don't see why the set wasn't simply named Ekimu vs. Kulta... why did we get stuck with such generic names?

Has anyone seen these in stores yet? If so, where?

Beautiful work - I love how accurate it is to the movie. Well, it feels accurate. That's what matters. Also a lovely farewell to our friend, Click.