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Happy Anniversary. I joined very late, after Bionicle ended, and I was eternally grateful to have a place where Bionicle was still alive. I hope we keep it this way.

I see no reason to close a topic like this, especially considering the bevy of responses and opinions it has raised in our community.

Do you have a picture of this beauty next to an actual Tahtorak, or at least it's dimensions compared to one?

​IC: Torvoth ​What does it mean to be broken? To be broken in body? That's an easy answer. To be broken in spirit? Less so. In this world, broken things are despised and thrown out. Damaged goods are discarded. People too. It would seem that this world is filled with many broken hearts, broken relationships, and broken spirits. I refuse to be discarded. Those so-called "Sentinels" and even my single Toa companion considered me broken. I can't really blame them, as I'm paralyzed from the waist down and am constantly wracked with excruciating pain. Sadly, they seem to miss what's really broken. When something broken is no longer broken, then it is fixed. Healed. But how do you fix that which is made of rage, bitterness, and twisted pride? That which is fueled by jealousy, loneliness, and worse? My battered black gauntlets clenched into fists seemingly of their own accord. I exhaled slowly, as though I was also somehow exhaling out the turmoil within me. An amusing fantasy, but a fantasy nonetheless. As it would happen, it took the breaking of my body to realize that the breaking of my spirit had happened long, long ago. In fact, it had happened so long ago that I couldn't even remember the event, even when I tried to marshal all of my mental might. I didn't know how it had come to this, but I knew that there was one simple answer to all my woes. I was a very, very bad person. Even though I am a criminal, a scoundrel, and a merchant of death (that's what some call my profession - the cursed critics), I am very aware that I am also far worse. It might seem easy to just up and change my ways, but it's not. Not at all. If I expunged all traces of my dark side, my endless hate, my dripping scorn, my immeasurable rudeness... then that wouldn't be me any more. That wouldn't be Torvoth. That would be a lean, armored Vortixx, but that would be a different being. I had no idea how to fix my mental problems, but I had a decent idea of how to fix my physical ones. In Xa-Koro, I'd seen certain unscrupulous "doctors" stitch folks back together or build augmetic limbs, for the right price. I'm no medical expert (besides, how hard can medicine be?), but I am a technology expert. Luckily for me, Vortixx are both flesh and metal. I had spent quite a while walking on my hands through the Po-Koro bazaars until I'd purchased, scavenged, or stolen all the parts I needed. Sadly, I'd even had to pull some special pieces out of my beloved handgun, "The Judge." Within this tiny hovel, a skeletal pair of legs began to take shape. They would be like an exoskeleton, worn over my real legs and interfacing with my neural ports. I hammered, I welded, I riveted, and I worked for many days and many nights (all much to the dismay of my neighbors). I coaxed life out of the servomotors that would make up my new knees, I relentlessly polished the ball joints of my new hips, and I checked, rechecked, and checked again all the fittings of every metal panel. To be honest, I was pretty proud of my contraption. Granted, I knew that it'd take a lot of getting used to, and I'd be done for if water breached the electronic housings. I didn't pay much attention to the cons. Genius was at work. It was finished now. All it needed was me. The legs were built in a sort-of scaffold to keep them from falling over, but also to provide me with a makeshift gantry into my "vehicle." I maneuvered myself in with my hands and gingerly slid my feet into the armored housings. I'd had to strip off some of my broken armor and build it into the machine so that I could actually fit, so my feet seemed strangely naked. The feeling of vulnerability passed as I got situated and clamped myself in. I hesitated. The last step was the riskiest - actually interfacing with the machine. I took a deep breath and leaned back into the input ports. They wormed into my circuits and clicked into place. I screamed. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I fell to the ground with a clattering crash, scattering pieces of the crude scaffold all over the place. Dimly, through a thick fog of pain, I realized that the new neural inputs had somehow scrambled the rest of my nervous system. Gradually, my spasms and cries lessened, even though much of the pain was still there. I gritted my teeth and slowly pulled myself to my feet. Wait, what? ​I could stand! Grinning through my agony, I slowly pushed one foot forward. And took my first step.

Someone just relisted that lot at a much higher price: http://www.ebay.com/itm/BIONICLE-ALL-OF-THE-CLASSICS-HUGE-COLLECTION-WITH-INSTRUCTIONS-SOME-RARITIES/201608621115?_trksid=p2047675.c100011.m1850&_trkparms=aid%3D222007%26algo%3DSIC.MBE%26ao%3D1%26asc%3D20140602152332%26meid%3D77ac354c799d4ae4b2706af89f5e3cae%26pid%3D100011%26rk%3D1%26rkt%3D10%26sd%3D201604153768

Journey to One would have looked so much better in this style.

This is absolutely beautiful.

I don't think this will ever pass because this BB-8 model will compete with Disney's other BB-8 toys already on shelves.

Cool stuff.

I agree, Umarak's voice is simply so bad.

Those are all cutscenes. We don't know what everything actually looks like.

So rather than continuing The Clone Wars, Disney decided to make... this.

Where are you shipping from? Also, any rough prices for each size category (i.e. small, canister, large)?

The fact that we're excited about something so basic only goes to show how low LEGO originally set the bar.

That mini set is a shopping cart. A shopping cart.

I'd be very hesitant here, as there are some significant discrepancies between the trailer, screenshots, and other LEGO games running on the same engine.

Talk about a cash grab...

That turret is kind of an embarrassment. It could have been so much more menacing.

For once, I approve of LEGO's handling of G2. That's a pretty sweet advertisement.

Where are you shipping from?

Good. LEGO needs to pay for its unnecessarily high prices.

Multimedia intellectual property... sounds like LEGO needs to take notes for Bionicle...

So this is where LEGO is putting its money...

These storyboards are so crude, I just don't see what the appeal is.

2 Onua Mata (1 cannibalized for an Onua x Toxic Reapa MOC), 2 Brutaka, 2 Axonn (gotta have Botar yo), 2 Matau Metru (eBay works in mysterious ways, 1 cannibalized for Teridax MOC), and 2 Onua Mistika (1 from London when I visited and the sets were released before in the U.S. and 1 from my favorite BZP member).