Irrie

I would be wearing the Bionicle underwear on the OUTSIDE of my pants! I'm curious to see what Lego can do with a Bionicle video game. They could make it similar to most of their other minifigure-based games, or they could try something new and innovative.

I've always had a soft spot for the Magnetism and Sonic elements. They appeal to me the most.

I've always found a solution to that being the dye method. I have two Volitaks, and I'm thinking about making one of them pink. But yes, it would be nice to get some more recolorations that came in sets.

*snaps fingers* Right there!

Swag! Add imagination-colored toenail polish and you've got the whole kit and caboodle! We could also get little kanohi printed on our nails on top of the color coat. We would be so stylin' you don't even know. *Squeal*, yes! We could even convert Tahu's sword into a hair curler! And make little ear rings out of Gali's hooks! Yaaaas. This is like, so kawaii right now, like omg. Yaaaaaass! Like...#Fabulous! We can even get our nails shaped into Onua's claws! But first, let's go to Red Starbuks.

Swag! Add imagination-colored toenail polish and you've got the whole kit and caboodle! We could also get little kanohi printed on our nails on top of the color coat. We would be so stylin' you don't even know. *Squeal*, yes! We could even convert Tahu's sword into a hair curler!

Is the Rocky Road to Dublin really that Rocky?

Swag! Add imagination-colored toenail polish and you've got the whole kit and caboodle!

I was making a joke, I don't actually believe that Lego will make Creative-Colored Nail Polish. Of course, if they did...

Sorry, that's already happened. thatsthejoke.jpg oh.jpg

I can't wait to buy the special Creation-Colored Nail Polish!

Sorry, that's already happened. Welcome to the modern world.

A Celtic Theme. Need I say more?

Chapter IV Kordé and Fhargall stood inside the chamber of Ninian. “So, who...or what shall we be taking with us on our expedition?” asked Fhargall. The abnormally-built Po-Matoran turned around to face them. “Just a minute, gentlemen. I shall go retrieve them now,” he said in his hoarse voice. His crooked figure disappeared into a dark room. There was some audible rummaging that lasted for a few minutes until the strange Matoran emerged once again. “Here you go,” he said. He handed them two round discs that fit into the palms of their hands. “Thanks,” said Kordé as they walked out. They went back up the underground hallways of the Kinship’s base. They eventually came to the Central Chamber, where they found The Fearless Leader waiting for them. “Alright, this shall be your most dangerous mission yet, pupils,” he said to them. “In the four months of your training here, I expect that you are now capable of executing this task.” The two exchanged glances. “Recently, two of our associates have gone missing. Their names are Drust and Cynwrig. They are a Skakdi and a Ga-Matoran, respectively. They are both long-time and loyal helpers of the cause, so it is vital that they return.” “You sent a Skakdi and a Matoran on a mission together?” asked Fhargall. “Drust had the Spine Slugs on him removed so he is much more docile than most members of his race." They were still uncomfortable. “This mission is extremely important. I would send some of my more powerful associates, but they are currently dispatched raiding the enemy’s many strongholds.” “Where should we look?” “Here is a map,” he said, pulling out a scroll. Unrolling it, they recognized the familiar landscape of the wold. He pointed to a small depression in the land. “Have any of you been at this location before?” he asked. “I have, but only a couple of times,” replied Fhargall. “I usually tramped around the northern parts.” “Well, you’re going to become very familiar with this spot quite soon. It’s not too far from the base entrance. I assume that Ninian gave you the devices?” “Yes, he did.” “Good. Carry those with you. They are tracking devices in case you get...taken by the enemy.” This didn’t help their moods at all. “You two will be dispatched as soon as you have your weapons and are ready.” They left The Fearless Leader and went to the armory. Kordé picked up his daggers while Fhargall got his bow. When they came back to the Chamber, he directed them to the exit. They walked on the upward path until they arrived at a ladder. They both climbed up it and emerged on the surface. The entrance to the base led down from a hollow tree trunk. Once they were out, they headed southward on the trail. The leaves on the trees and the leaves below them rustled as the crisp wind blew in the air. “It’s getting colder,” remarked Kordé. “Indeed. I wonder what this foretells,” said Fhargall. They kept walking many more strides. They had to cross some shallow streams a few times, however nothing too serious befell them. At last they came to the location that The Fearless Leader described. “Well, here we are. I don’t see any sort of encampment,” said Kordé. “No, but look at that.” There was a small pillar laying flat on the ground. It was made of stone and had carvings etched into them. Fhargall rolled it over, which revealed a small hole in the ground. “Rahi nest? Methinks not,” said Fhargall. Kordé climbed in first. The hole was tiny and pitch black. Its temperature was cold, but not a normal cold. It was an evil cold. A sinister chill filled with spite and malice. It wound down, to the side, down, up a little, down, to the side, and down some more. “Strange. I feel quite uneasy in here,” said Fhargall. “As do I. One would think that we would have gotten used to being below the earth by now.” “This must not be a natural tunnel. It can’t be. It was drilled by the enemy. I can smell it.” They descended further and further. At last, Kordé spotted light. It was a pale orange. He scurried to it with Fhargall on his heel. When they arrived, they noticed that there was a door made of a golden-colored iron that blocked the tunnel. “Do we dare open it?” asked Fhargall. “You shouldn’t, and not just because you can’t,” said a voice in the darkness. It made both of them jump. “Identify yourself!” said Fhargall. “You don’t want to see...you mustn't...tell me, why are you here…” “We come to rescue captured comrades of ours.” “Well...that’s good...you’re speaking to one of them right now…” “Don’t be shy! Come out of the darkness and into the light! We want to see you!” “No! You cannot! The very sight of me will horrify even the strongest of the Kinship’s associates.” “Do you want to condemn us to ignorance, ye who lurks in shadows? Do you? Shall we go home, cursed with wondering who that was for the rest of our lives, knowing that we left a fellow Kin to rot away in these tunnels?” Silence was the response. Kordé and Fhargall slowly saw a shape of a being walk into the torchlight. It was a Matoran, but not at the same time. She had a mask, but it looked as if it was fused to her face. Her body shape was hunched and bent over, and she had claws for hands and talons for feet. “Take a good look at me,” she said. “Look at what I have become. I’m a monster!” “Who did this to you?” asked Kordé. “The...the enemy…” she croaked. “Living shadows. They turned Drust into a rahi beast, maddened with rage and instinct. They were about to convert me when I escaped. By the time I was free, my body was mutated yet my mind is still sane.” “So are you Cynwrig?” said Fhargall. “Yes...but after what they did...I don’t know who I am anymore! Oh woe betide!” “Do you know what is behind this door? Can we open it?” “Drust...Drust…” she sighed. “They transformed him into a rahi...and they put him in there…” “Alright. If there is nothing we can do for Drust, I say that we get you and move on,” said Kordé. “And leave him here?” “What else can we do?” “I...I don’t know! But he must be saved! Saved, I say, Saved! Oh no, there is nothing we can do. Oh no!” “Come on,” said Fhargall. “You can lead the way.” The three climbed back up the long twisted path of tunnels. They stumbled many times but at last they saw a bright light which indicated the top. They crawled faster towards it. However they began to realize that it wasn’t the light of sunlight. No, this light was bioluminescent. Slowly, another light opened next to it. They were crawling into the face of a creature. They slowly backed up. The monster’s looming eyes narrowed. They heard its mouth open, breathing out dreadful fumes. They kept crawling backward, but the eyes never seemed to become more distant, nay, for the monster was coming closer. Its hungry pupils never blinked. “What do we do?” whispered Kordé. The loudness of his hushed tone echoed throughout the tunnel. The creature, taken by surprise, launched forward to the three Matoran. That was the last that they remembered of that place. Cynwrig awoke with a start as she hit the ground. She felt that she was on dirt. Opening her eyes, she looked around. She was outside, in the wold. Nighttime. There was the sound of many footsteps, however they were walking away from her. Not trusting who that was, she scurried in the opposite direction. She saw many things that she didn’t normally see in the night, for she was used to seeing in the dark after so many long weeks. In the distance she spied a group of people. Intrigued, she walked closer. As she neared, she saw that they were Matoran. With Komaus. She bolted off toward them. Leaping over bushes and shrubs, she fell face-first into the path of the Matoran. They unsheathed their swords and pointed it at her. “State your business,” said one. She scrambled to her feet. It then donned upon her that she was taller than she had once been. Usually she looked up to the strange Kinsmen, but now she looked down to them. “My...my name is Cynwrig…” The Kinsmen exchanged glances. “Escort her back to the base.” Two of them moved away from the group. Unlike the others, they had spears instead of swords. They prodded her from behind. “Move.” She complied, secretly praying that she didn’t look too different from her former self. They came to the entrance. Walking down the tunnel and into the Central Chamber, many of her former associates looked at her with worried glances. They marched her through the Chamber and up the long winding staircase that led to The Fearless Leader’s quarters. When they arrived, they found him sitting at his desk carving into tablets of stone. “Come in,” he said, not looking up from his work. “This...thing....claims to be one of our associates.” “Oh, really? Which one?” he still didn’t look toward them. “It says that it Cynwrig.” “Ah,” he said. “Has anyone seen Kordé of Fhargall?” “No, but we were placed on a search party for them. Their trackers indicated them moving eastward, and fast. We believe that they were kidnapped.” The Fearless Leader got up from his desk and turned around. When he saw the mutated Ga-Matoran, he didn’t flinch at all. “Tell me,” he said, “what is the name of this society?” “The Kinship of The Black Komau,” she replied. “What do they call me?” “The Fearless Leader.” “Who were the two Matoran who came to rescue you?” “I don’t know...they didn’t tell me. But one was very tall and the other was really short.” “I see...gentlemen, you are relieved,” he said. The two Kinsmen departed. “What happened to you?” asked The Fearless Leader. “I see within you both Matoran and Rahi.” “The...the enemy…” she replied. “It...transformed us into beasts. Our bodies were changed and maimed to the point in which we were hardly Matoran and Skakdi anymore. They were about to corrupt our minds, but I escaped first. Drust...he wasn’t so lucky…” “Hm...I see. And by the looks of it, Kordé and Fhargall are currently being held hostage. They are honest and true, but I believe that the enemy shall get a very healthy supply of knowledge if they torture them enough.” “They’re going to do what…” “Do not worry about it. I will see that they are rescued. Until then, go to Ninian and see if he can find something to cure you.” She paused for a moment before replying. “Yes, Fearless Leader.” She bowed and walked out. As she raced down the stairs, she decided that she was not going to Ninian. She sped up the entrance tunnel and jumped out of the hollow tree. She raced down the wold, searching for Kordé and Fhargall.

As for your first statement, I believe that the sets resemble the characters rather than the characters resembling the sets.

I would rather have him wear the Noble Komau, because I just don't like Noble Matatus in general. They look too war-like in my opinion. I sort of like having Kopeke as the Chronicler. Often a quiet personality will also be an observant one, since he doesn't waste his time asking questions.

What I would like is for there to be new villains, but with old ones appearing sparingly throughout the series to lead up to some climax later on.

Mata Nui's lucky. He has Bohork. The only thing I've got is this lousy acne cream.

Not exactly; I think anyone can agree getting a straight repeat of the 2001 story would be a complete disappointment, because we already got the 2001 story 13 years ago. It'd be like if every Transformers movie had the same plot of the 1986 movie. What most people want is a return to the feel of 2001-03. That was what most people loved the most about Bionicle, and also the era of the highest sales, therefore most likely to be the era LEGO would most want to recapture for this to be a success. Considering we seem to be looking at a mask quest, we may very well be on the right track. Well, I was trying to make a hyperbole with that. Probably should have indicated that somehow. As for me, I'm not quite sure that I want this 'feel' very much. It creates a paradox of having sapient machines within a low-technology society, which I can't quite get my head around.

I think that what we've learned here is that if the story isn't exactly the same as '01, there's going to be a subculture/movement/faction/sect/cult/micro-nation that's going to be formed to protest 2015.

Chapter III It was a week later. Kordé was poised on a cliff face. It was nighttime, and the stars overhead glowed brightly. At the bottom of the valley rested an encampment of the enemy. Using his De-Matoran hearing senses, he tuned in on the conversation below. This was his first assignment as an associate of The Kinship. He expected to receive some sort of training, however what he got was nothing physical. The only thing he actually learned for his operations was how to shield his mind from being probed. He wasn’t very good, but he was told that the skill took practice and would become better at it over time. What he did do in the past week was study. He studied the history of The Kinship, the biographies and autobiographies of its members, as well as an extensive encyclopedia on the rahi that could be found on the island. When he asked why he didn’t receive any physical training, he was told that his missions were not for warring. They were for information retrieving. From what he heard, The Fearless Leader was overjoyed when he discovered that he had enlisted a De-Matoran into his ranks, for their acute hearing is legendary. Fhargall got all the physical training that he could possibly get, however. Since he was a Fa-Matoran, they planned on sending him on one-manned ‘sacking and salvaging’ missions. Those are when he would go to an enemy point of operation, destroy the place, and take an object of value. Since he had very attuned internal compass, he wouldn’t get lost going out or returning. Kordé lowered his head down the cliff some more, attempting to catch another conversation. From what he could hear, the encampment had several reanimated Matoran, some intellectually enhanced wolf-like rahi, and a few beings that he didn’t recognize. He turned around and saw the rest of his team in the grass behind him, which included Fhargall. He whispered to one of the Kinship members that accompanied them. “Three Matoran, five sapient wolf-rahi, and two unknown beings.” The Onu-Matoran pulled out a spyglass from his knapsack. He crawled over to the cliff ledge and peered into it. He turned around after a few minutes. “Two Low-Class Stelt. This is going to be tough,” he whispered back. “What’s Stelt?” asked Kordé. “It’s an island to the far north,” replied Fhargall. “I’ve been there twice in my travels. There are four species that inhabit the place, the Upper-Class, the Central-Class, the Low-Class, and the Underlings. The Low-Class are brutal and strong, used mostly for guard tasks.” “Alright boys, let’s get this over with,” said the team leader. “We’ll scramble straight down the cliff side. Although it’s night out, our black images might show up against the tan dirt, so I want this to be done quickly. Understand?” They all nodded. Kordé knew that he was to stay behind. They allowed him to keep the knives that he found in the wold the week before in case he was attacked while the others were out. He watched as their bodies stealthy and gracefully glided down the slope. He peered through the spyglass and saw them approach the camp. The wolf-rahi were stiffening. They began speaking to the Stelt. “I smell Matoran, and not the servant ones. These are musty odors. They are from the earth itself,” said one. One of the Stelt stood up. He walked over to the wolf-rahi. “Stay on guard,” he said. He picked up a long sword from the ground. The other Stelt went into one of the tents and came back out with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. Then Kordé saw the Kinship leap into action. They used their swords to hack at the wolves first. They managed to wound three, but one of the wolves was able to strike a vicious blow to the team leader. In response, he sunk his sword into the neck of the rahi causing it collapse on the ground. The rest of the team moved on to the Stelt. They ganged up on the one with the shield. Their method seemed to be attacking from behind and attempting to crawl onto it. The other Stelt came and began to slash the Matoran off of his companion when Kordé noticed that Fhargall had pulled himself up to the Stelt’s neck and was strangling it. The other one used his sword to knock the Matoran off, sending him flying into the air. He landed next to the one remaining wolf rahi. Seeing the teeth of the beast, he rolled over just as he was about to be bit. He grabbed the creature by the ears and threw the beast into the air with surprising strength. It landed on the ground unconscious. By this point the rest of the team was winning against the Stelt. They managed to wound the one with the shield, however the sword one was still on his feet. Fhargall ran over to the shielded one and climbed up its back again and put his arms around his neck. The Stelt tried to throw him off, but his grip was too strong. Fhargall began to strangle him once more. The monstrous guard fell to its knees, being deprived of air. It then fell to the dirt, dead. The other Stelt had wounded one of the other team members and was thrashing wildly around. The Matoran, now joined by Fhargall, made a circle around the guard. They were about to make an attack on it at once, but Fhargall ran out before the others. He jumped into the air with surprising agility and landed on the back of the Stelt. He grabbed its head and twisted it to the side. An audible snap echoed across the valley as the humongous guard fell to the ground. The rest of the team entered the tents. After a few moments the bodies of several reanimated Matoran were tossed out. They were missing their heads. The team came back to Kordé with some sacks slung over their shoulders. “We’ll analyze our findings once we’re back at base,” said the leader. A month later, Kordé found himself positioned on the bank of a small river that ran through the wold. He was by himself. Reports from the Kinship’s connections downstream indicated that something was clogging the water, reducing the river to a mere creek. Although this mission didn't involve finding the fabled glass globe, this would greatly help with undoing the work of the enemy's presence in the west. Keeping as quiet as possible, Kordé walked further and further up the river. It slowly curved westwards as he kept moving. At last, he heard voices. He ducked behind a tree and began to listen. “...but where can we get any more mortar?” “We’re too far from camp to get any.” “Thanks, but we all know that.” “How about we use mud?” “Can it support the weight?” “I guess we’ll have to find out.” “Hang on...I think she smells something.” “Of course I smell something! There’s a Matoran nearby!” “Excellent. Another convert to the inventory. Go dispose of it, but keep it clean. We don’t want a damaged servant, now do we?” Kordé immediately bolted away from the tree and down the slope next to the river. After some time of running, he heard the loud footsteps behind him. They sounded like several people running at the same time, and yet it was one being. The ground below him seemed to cry out in pain as the feet of his pursuer passed over. Kordé was becoming winded. He couldn’t go on for much longer before he had to stop, and the shortness of his legs wasn’t helping either. He looked over his shoulder and beheld what was chasing him. A Catapult Scorpion. As soon as Kordé saw her, she saw him. He knew that there was no use running anymore. He pulled out his knives. The beast summoned a ball of magma and it began to cool. It was about to launch, when Kordé ran at it. Confused and surprised by this sudden move, the scorpion hurled the ball at the Matoran. Ducking down low to almost a sliding point, Kordé nearly missed the projectile as it bounced past him. Getting back on his feet, he charged at the beast again. He heard the monster curse under its breath as it saw the De-Matoran approaching once more. It reared back and opened up its large pincers. Slashing them wildly, the scorpion advanced on the Matoran. Just as they were about to fell Kordé, he leaped over them, spinning wildly in the air. He landed square on the monster’s back. Hissing furiously, the beast tried to shake him off. This proved useless as he grabbed on to a spine located at the base of its stinger. The scorpion then tried to use its stinger to stab him however that proved to be useless since it couldn’t reach that point on its body. Kordé raised his daggers and sunk them into the scorpion. It howled in pain and jumped into the air to the best of its ability. It kept swinging around and around but the Matoran held on. He stabbed the beast again and again. Black blood began to leak from its wounds, pouring out faster and faster. The gushing ooze splattered all over his mask, but that did not stop him. He kept hacking and hacking at it until the stinger fell off of its body. With a powerful twist of its abdomen, the Catapult Scorpion launched Kordé into the air. He hit a nearby tree and fell to the ground. “You...you...you fiend! You barbarian! You have deprived me of the very thing that makes my species who we are! Animal! Savage! Swine! I’ll kill you! I’ll sever your head and send it back to that wretched thatch-barn city that you call home!” She opened her pincers wide and charged at him, faster than he had ever seen something move before. In the heat of the moment, Kordé jumped into the air and landed on the scorpion’s back. He found a hole in its shell right on its neck and drove his knife into it. Immediately it fell limp, although its legs kept twitching afterwards. Kordé knew that the others back at the dam would come looking for the Scorpion soon. He also knew that since the rahi could talk and had the ability to reason, it was certainly affiliated with the enemy. Knowing that the arrival of her former companions was inevitable, he took one of his knives and severed one of her claws. He took hauled the rest of the body into the riverbed and cut off the head to insure its death. He walked back over to the clearing and took a large stick and wedged the face onto it. He planted the stick into the ground as a warning to anyone who walked by here. However he took the claw for himself as a trophy.

"Waaaaaaah! These sets are just Hero Factory with the Bionicle label on them!"

While we don't know what the noble Hau Nuva, Pakari Nuva or Kaukau Nuva look like, we do know it for the other Kanohi Nuva. The Av-Matoran Photok, Solek and Tanama wear Kanohi in the shape of the noble versions of the Kakama Nuva, Akaku Nuva and Miru Nuva respectively. I thought that Photok, Solek, and Tanama wore the regular noble versions of the Miru, Kakama, and the Akaku, not the Nuva ones.

I'd have to agree with you on that because canisters serve even less purposes for me other than storing bottle caps (yes, I collect them). Besides, they don't make much sense if canisters aren't a part of the story in '15.