Toa Imrukii

Jungle and Salt. Let me elaborate more, I went on this 10,000 dollar machine at my gym that was able to determine how much of what my body was physically composed of, minus bone and organ weight, it was able to determine how much weight of my body was fat and lean muscle, and what percentage of toxins were in my system. I forget exactly what the percentage of toxins was, I think about maybe 4%, however the physical weight of fat to lean muscle measured out to be 46 pounds of fat to 84 pounds of lean muscle. Now this was so uplifting to me, because nearly every doctor told me that I had to loose like 100 pounds, which I knew was physically impossible. I am big-boned, so that adds a few extra pounds, not to mention the weight of organs and other smaller variables was at play in the overall measurement prior. So my suspicion of myself was proven right, I am just a big person with unfortunate amounts of fat at specific points more-so than other points of my body. In short, I only have to lose 40 pounds of fat, but overall I have more muscle than fat. I have more muscle on me than the average joe to my knowledge actually, the adverage is about 52 pounds of muscle, but I digress.

(I know I posted today, but something came up) Chaotic Emotions.

Depressive Hangover. (not an actual hangover, rather a feeling of being tired and dizzy after a time of deep depression)

Despite the transactions of this to come to being such the event to occur, and whatever other underlying factors at play in it, we must morn the innocent lives ruthlessly taken by the hands of those of radical minds, though so many have died for justice against the evil, and hate has been done, what must be strived for is moderation, actual tolerance, and understanding, so that such a tragedy not occur again, regardless of fundimental seperations of society, that who reigns for and or with evil from any side musn't be stood to let stay. That is my hope at least. Therefore we must remember, and never allow it to fade from memory, but furthermore to take it as a lesson, and that lesson in my eyes is not to let evil fester and gossip from the shadows, lest more pain and suffering occur. I still have the memory of watching the towers collapse from roadway within viewable miles from the event, only at the age of three yet I recall, only months after getting my first BIONICLE set, the memory of the event is engraved into my memory forever to be.

I've had this happen to me so many times, it isn't even funny. To my knowledge this is solely due to exposure to somewhat heat over a long period of time, it somehow breaks the bonds within the plastic at certain weak points in the plastic, i.e at the mid-points of the axle holes. My myself have been thinking of ways to fix this, such as melting the plastic at the weak point and letting it cool down, to just forcing it to stick together with friction at said stress point before thy entirely fall apart. You can tell if a piece is to break because there is a crack line that forms horizontally between the sides of the openings where the axle is visible at the top of the piece. Additionally, I have had this problem with spacers as well as ball sockets and technic pieces, as well as technic half-thickness beams.

TAKUUUAAA

Reminds me of the last remarks made to me from certain message boards, only this proves their insult wrong. Congratulations to her for getting this job opertunity, it's truly a special thing.

IC: Before Andekas could assess his own plan of action, the massive wave of light and energy that had erupted in the north of Tesara caught his attention. Turning to the pile of ash that remained of Tuma, Andekas ran over to it, took not a second of thought before spitting upon it, and with his remaining hand grabbed a small shard that was once a part of the Giant's helmet from the pile, before sprinting with haste over to the North of Tesara. OOC: This is a part of my part of the Epilogue.

OOC: You're somewhere near the South gate in a sort of empty space in the village. That's where I wound up after pushing past the Skrall and that's where the mask was activated after I speared Voltex.E: Nevermind I thought you were Iaredios. Regardless, you'd probably be moving to the center of commotion anyways OOC: Okay, and where did Tuma die again? Was it at the south gate?

OOC: Okay, I've been trying to keep track, but there is just too much happening all at once, where am I in this whole situation?

Finally Ices.

IC: Andekas arrived at the southern gate, with a Jungle Agori trailing behind him, the agori ran up to Andekas and asked him for his attention. Andekas turned around took the note the Agori had given him, struggling to open it with just one hand, but managing to do so. After reading it, Andekas spoke to the Agori "Well, thank you for this, however, as you can probably assess I am one handed now, my severed hand is in my ammo back, and I am out of ammo. Additionally it is difficult for me to load up a launcher now, so I'm sorry but I am affraid that I cannot do this order." Andekas sighed, but before the Agori departed he asked them one more thing. "Where is General Hyethut?"

Wonder just how exactly they would managed to injure me besides getting under my feet. If you fell into a hole in the ground that brought you to another dimension, but the fall did not hurt you, you would....

OOC: I am just going to post my last action from the Battle of Tesara PM, than I will move on there from it. IC: Andekas, after being witness to both shooting Tuma in his back, blasting off two of his back-blades, and witnessing him right after having had molten feces poured upon him, Andekas grew a large smirk from beneath his face-mask, and after the utterance of a decisive chuckle at the sight, He quickly attended back to the matter of his stump. Andekas ran back to the other side of the Hut Roof which he was situated, kneeling downwards he heard the sound of General Hyethut yelling "GRAAAPES!" Which was the call to cover one's nose and mouth. As such Andekas dropped proper, scooped up one of the two pieces of linen from his bag, making sure to shake off any feathers with his remaining hand, and placing the material over his wound. He reeled in pain at placing the linen over his wound, the phantom pain ever present, hurting ever greater than the actual physical wound itself, and as such he let out a yelp. With his emotion in a tizzy he yelled out the call "GRAPES!!!" and taking the sack he placed the outer side of the bag over his mouth and nose, firstly holding it down with his now covered stump, and than secondly with his right hand he reinforced his hold down of his stump and the burlap over his mouth and nose, taking a few breathes before holding it as the powder plume, what ever of it that made it up to him, passed by the side of the hut on his side. Andekas closed his eyes tight and held a cramped up position, waiting for the literal dust to settle. After the literal dust had settled, Andekas slowly lowered the sack from his face, exposing his eyes to the air again, they did not burn in pain, and the powder had seemed to have blown away and or settled down. With this in-mind, Andekas entirely lowered the bag from his face, using his right hand, having the gore of his left stump acting like a glue now holding the linen over it, Andekas's stomach turned at the sensation he was experiencing in his limb, the phantom pain was still so prevalent, but despite this he pushed past it. Managing to hold himself up, standing up atop the roof of the hut, he looked around, and saw that Tuma had left his sight, turning towards the Southern gate Andekas saw the action ahead of him some distance, but firsly he determined that for himself he had to assess the state his severed hand was in. Andekas walked over to the other side of the hut, and saw his own blood, mixed with bits of flesh, metal, and blood from Tuma, all mixed together in the alleyway. Andekas retched at the sight, and beforing decending downwards rubbed his temples for a moment. "By the Elements, here I go..." He said, before he descended downwards in a nimble leap. Andekas braced his legs for the fall, and slowly lifted himself up from the squating position he happened to have landed in. Walking up to where his own blood was running down from, here was his shield, the sight made him quickly realize that his severed hand had landed beneath the shield. "I dare must lift it, must I..." said Andekas to Himself. Andekas inew exactly what it was he needed to do, placing the burlap sack to his side, and using his good hand he looked away, and lifted up his shield. No awfully foul scent hit his sences surprisingly, he figured because the shield wasn't quite backing his hand, seeing as it may have all along been may have been somehwat perserved. But these were just thoughts flying around in his head, so as he began to open his eyes he could see a mass of gore, but also what looked like his flesh tone, it had was lessoned to a degree however, having his vision focus in on his severed limb, he scooped his shield off of it, and let out a heartfelt sigh at the sight. His hand had not yet started to rot, but was in not great shape, a lot of blood had left it, and the barren desert heat would do no good for it's condition. Andekas decided to place his severed hand within the shield, and taking the sack from his side, he removed the other piece of Linen and placed it over his severed left hand, that was within the shield. Andekas looked down at it for a moment, than made the realization that he could not properly transport his fallen limb like this. Using his right hand, he managed to wrap the linen around the stump of his left hand, the sensation and sight made him both ill, and incredibly sorrowful, but he carried on. Placing the hand in his save, stump end covered by linen downwards, surrouned by feathers, he closed the sack gently his with right hand, before placing it to his side. As for his shield, he managed latch it to his back after placing the sack to his side. Andekas stood up from the side, with all parts of himself packed up, he set his sights to south Tesara where the battle still raged on, and wasting no more time, he jolted to the location as fast as he could, with his right hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, readied for action.

Just asking, what am I doing in this situation?

Hmm... Honestly I think I myself would have left out the Bara Magna Saga, and only until after the events of Teridax's Reign of Shadows would we get into detail about 'worlds' outside of the Matoran Universe.

Yes, I have had my house flood, well just the basement. And why someone would carve a Celtic Axe hilt, or really any wodden handle, is just to pass the time, as is what I did. Never have I ever lost power.

Nope, but I have been in one at least. Never have I ever carved a Celtic Axe hilt.

If LEGO made a completely Pink BIONICLE Set, you would.

Unfortunately no, I have never entered a tomb. Never have I ever Hit my toe so hard on a chair leg, that in a fit of rage I tried to saw off said chair leg with a bread knife.

King Tut's Sarcophagus Opening, February 16th 1923 Colorized.

Yes, a few times. On accident. Never have I ever nearly cut off my own finger whilst trying to cut open a watermelon.