Makuta Miras

IC: Malady (Ta-Koro) Having ended up at a reasonably-priced, well-furnished inn, I flop on one of the beds in our room. "Whoever thought it was a good idea to build a Koro on top of a lava lake is an idiot," I complain vociferously.

I trap you IN A CAVE WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS my mask

IC: Malady (Ta-Koro) "Fair enough," I reply. "There's probably some sort of tourist information place around here we can go find."

seriously where are the bane memes ...we need more bane memes Anyway, loving the comic so far, Dane. Keep it up!

IC: Malady (Gym) I catch my boomerang sharply, launching myself into the air in a fluid leap, more like a bunny hop than actual flight, to land just beyond the injured Rahk's downed weapon- a bolas. I ready myself for a fight, mace held in a relaxed grip. "Question," I say conversationally. "Would you like me to break a few of your bones, assassin? Because that's what's happening if you don't go jump in the pit." I smile. IC: Nymph (Nynrah) I nod, deferring to Fior.

IC: Malady (Ta-Koro) I too begin walking, tripping ever so slightly over my own feet. "You know any good inns we could stay at?"

IC: Nymph (Nynrah) My breath catches in my throat slightly as the glowy Rahk- Vlad- announces his vampirificness- is that even a word? It clears again, somehow, in time for me to speak up. "...if you're trying to stop attacks like that, are you... are you leaving?" I say quietly, the fear almost, almost leaking through into my tone.

IC: Excelsior (Le-Koro) "So then... What were we doing?"

IC: Nymph (Nynrah) I shiver slightly, and before I know it a grenade is clutched in my hand. I swallow, my throat dry.

I CRASH THIS PLANE WITH NO SURVIVORS my mask

He wears the mask because he's wondering why you'd shoot a man before throwing him out of a plane. My mask.

My mask. (Now people care about who I am. Since I've put on the mask.) (TELL ME ABOUT MIRAS WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK) /bane memes

IC: Malady (Ta-Koro) I smile as Subject reappears next to me, his form warming... something inside of me. I begin walking into the city.

IC: Nymph (Nynrah) I freeze as the shiny Rahkshi comes into sight, my breaths sounding so, so loud in the cold evening air.

IC: Excelsior (Le-Koro) Excelsior said nothing.

I open all of the arilocks, sucking you out into the void of space whilst I sit comfortably aboard my Death Star which most definitely doesn't have any exposed exhaust ports. GOT EM

IC: Nymph (Nynrah) I nod, beginning to creep over to the trees- only to drop my sword, the protosteel clattering to the ground with an almighty crashing. I snatch it up again, fingers scrabbling over the hilt before it bounces too much. I rush into the forest. IC: Acinaces (Gym/Spike Pit) "Eh, it's fine," I say, waving off Rider's apologies. "Anyway, I can like paint it and stuff and make it look all cool and mechanical. And I can tell people I managed to incapacitate most of the school." I smile. "That has to be an upside, doesn't it?" IC: Malady (Gym) My current prey not responding, I turn, spotting- there. Another Rahkshi, currently in flight. Badly wounded. The one who just one a fight against a pair of other Rahkshi... Suspicious of them, I launch a boomerang at them at high velocity, intending to knock their feet off course and hopefully steer them into the ground. OOC: Malady's throwing a boomerang at Beat.

Hello. I'm here. For once. Anyway. I'll admit that I've kind of been forgetting about here in the last few weeks; I've just started school again and my homework load is already up from last year, so I'm a bit under pressure which is why I freely admit to having preferred to play other games instead of running my own game. So, due to this increased workload, I've basically got two or three options- 1. I can close the game to devote more time to doing the stuff I need to do for school. This isn't the option I want to go down, though, since I feel a lot of you wouldn't be happy with me if I did that. 2. Get more people on board to help GM. This is what I want to do, and it's what we need, I think, since I'm currently overseeing the whole thing, Ultimo's doing Artahka, but the Kaiju have sort of been forgotten since Dane left- even though he's technically come back as a GM but has done exactly nothing since then. 3. Try and make do as we are right now. Obviously, this is the hardest option for me, so I'd prefer not to do it unless the player base has gotten so small that three GMs are really too many to overlook a game with only four or five players. Those are just my thoughts, though; feel free to suggest other avenues that we could go down to keep Y60K running. (Whilst you're at it, have some plot.)

GM IC: Arkie Arkie's gaze alighted on Emalia, searching for the asker of the question. "The dome, all around us- it's collapsing," the Ko-Matoran said. "Sixty thousand years without the artificial gravity to help the superstructure maintain its shape- in addition to however many leagues of sea- haven't been good to it." She pointed upwards. "We've even found cracks and depressions in the surface when we sent some scouts up there in smaller, experimental Jaegers equipped for flight. So," Arkie continued methodically, "Getting everyone to Metru Nui seems like the best option- Mata Nui's brain was there, so it would make sense that the dome up there should be reinforced more than the rest of the universe. Not to mention that there's the tiny possibility- and trust me, it's tiny- that we could restart the robot, and get us off of this planet altogether." She shrugged. "I'm not forcing you to go, anyway- feel free to stay here." GM IC: Lash As Lash launched itself at the Jaeger's back, the battlesuit turned slightly- only to crash down into the waves as the full bulk of the Kaiju impacted it.

IC: Akuavo (Equalizer) "Allons-y," I say cheerfully, making for the doors.

IC: Nymph (Nynrah) I scrabble clumsily for my sword, wrapping my fingers tightly around the metal hilt, arms trembling as I hold the blade up in front of me. I return Fior's questioning look, wondering frantically why people would be here, only to realise... Her. That red and yellow Rahkshi, the chubby one. She must have told Icarax. Suddenly, my breathing increases in pace until I'm hyperventilating, sweating and mind filled with a misty fog of fear.

IC: Mu (Gym/Spike Pit) Mu cried out as Spindle landed on him, the skeletal Rahkshi having reached quite a speed during the fall.