Tea-rex

I've seen enough hen-*gets banned by mods*

Heh, lucky. Anyway, I am enjoying this story greatly so far, the writing is quick and sharp, while also holding it's own pace. I await eagerly for the next chapter.

Or is he?

Ic: Grēgorios The blasts hit by his feet and he stumbled backwards trying to gain his center of gravity again. Standing back up, he loaded a shot to the greypowder and aimed in front of him and to the sides. As Elerc's shot passed overhead and blasted into the ground, he said cooly "Now, why don't we all come out, nice and quietly, and tell us why we were trying to kill us."

Pkus, don't forget that de now has a watch. I think. Ultron never clarified that along with the portable plasma in a bottle.

FNaF is a good game series. Come at me bro. Kidnap one of my chars. I dare you.

Something tells me that this is just a small bit of a longer trailer. We didn't even get the proper LEGO spinney thingy at the end.

JAWS 15, anyone? That's already playing out right now. What about "FNaC (Five Nights at Corpus) - Revenge of the Rahkshi"?

IRL I'm soft and shy, yet I've formulated plans for killing everyone I've met. (You're all next)

Hewkii - the man, the myth, the legend.

Because plasma is cooler to say than acid.

OOC: That watch is just a watch, right? Since its described differently from how watches normally look and all. Is it just for telling the time by what position the sun is in, or does it do more? Vial...I'm going to need more description on that too. What if you just poured a drop on the ground, do we get a very literal game of the floor is lava? Or does it only ignite the area it touches? What about the heat produced by plasma, isn't that going to just instantly melt whatever you put the potion on, making it useless for flaming swords and such? The watch is basically a handleheld version of the Minecraft clock - it tells the time by tracking the sun/moon through the sky (eg midday/midnight the sun/moon would be in the middle of the sky and then as the day passed the sun/moon would travel to the right with the background getting more sunset-ty/sunrise-y). The vial would only ignite the area that the puddle touches - so a small puddle would effect a small area and a large puddle would effect a large area. The heat is dependent on the amount used, so all of it would yield the fires of Mount Doom (slight exaggeration) and the tiniest drop would yield an ant bite.

No wait ignore all of this nothing happened.

Ic: Grēgorios The matoran stepped forward to examine some of the rubble that was left behind - all of it useless though, so there was no point in examining further. "That tree doesn't seem right.", he said to the group. "I've been out in the deserts a long time, and the only things that live there a cacti and corpses. No tree should be around here, were bios away from the forest, and there's little to no rain that ever comes here. This pile of junk here doesn't bode well either." He said, resting on an upturned explorer. "If we're going over there, I'd advice extreme caution, don't not be afraid to fire."

IC: de-Rephic (Phantom-on-the-Water) The rahkshi wandered through the halls, coming across many a fun thing, but not fun enough. He decided to go for another walk, and came outside to the causeway. At the end of the causeway, there was a great fireball of an island in the distance. *That looks like fun.* Turning into flight, he flew swiftly through the air, passing over a few rahkshi stationed at the side of the island, before landing in the center of the carnage. He looked around for a moment, then started to walk, his cane in front of him, and hummed a little tune he called "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" Always look on the bright side of life. He got hold of one matoran trying to run away by his neck with the crook of his cane, and brought down his head on a nearby rock. He picked up a small device on his arm, that seemed to be very slightly moving. It had the sun in one place with the sky behind it, exactly where it was in the sky. As he watched it go, he thought of a name for it, a "watch" of sorts. He put it on his wrist and continued on. Always look on the light side of life. He walked forward, and the reflection of the light bounced off his watch and into the eyes of one unfortunate matoran, blinding him. If life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten. He picked a few flowers on the way, and then threw them away as they started to scream at him. and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. A matoran without any legs groaned and called for help, and tried to reach out and grab de's leg. He stopped, and then booted the matoran into the air, before continuing on his way. When you're feeling in the dumps, don't be silly chumps! He walked over a marsh on the corpse of a matoran. Just push you're lips and whistle, that's the thing. He whistled happily, and waved to the Makuta who was overseeing the mutilation. One unfortunate matoran tried to stab de in the back, but he turned around and screamed in his face. The matoran grabbed his chest, and then keeled over from a heart attack. De then continued happily. Always look on the bright side of life. Always look on the right side of life... IC: Mutant (Phantom-on-the-Water) The rahkshi grumbled to herself. She wasn't supposed to be in this position, here, at the back. She was supposed to be in there, attacking, killing, maiming, murdering everything in sight! She sighed. A faint scream was heard in the air, then got louder, and louder, as if it were coming straight for her. She looked up to see a matoran briskly flying through the air and then landed at her feet with a sickening thud. She looked down at the corpse and kicked it. A small vial fell out from a pocket on its side. Mutant picked it up and examined the opaque yellow-green substance, before putting it away. Apparently this job just got a little better. OOC: Wyrd, or whatever Anglo-Saxon name you have, I'm gonna need a little bit of conformation on the watch and the vial. The vial itself contains a potion that when poured over an object it covers it in plasma. The plasma lasts for how much was poured over the object, a small drop lasting 1-ish minutes, a good pouring 3-ish hours and the whole vial 2-and-a-bit days. It slowly decreases in lethality over time, before disappearing.

IC: Siren The rahkshi shuffled over to the left amongst the other disheveled looking rahkshi. *Obviously Gorast is making sure that all of the powerful ones would ultimately crush the ones here* Siren thought to herself as she looked around at the unfortunate group that had amassed. IC: Mutant The large rahkshi stifled a snort as the tiny rahkshi collided head-on with another, and then made her way down the corridors, and came out to an open area, filled with other rahkshi. There seemed to be large rahkshi on one side, and small ones on the other. She started to move towards the large ones, but then saw a few other rahkshi the same variant as her on the other side, and stood thinking to herself. Then she made her way over to the left side and stood among the crowd.

IC: Mutant Mutant looked on as the rahkshi flew past, then felt a presence near hear, drawing into all of her and her thoughts. She looked around, and then down, to see a strange small rahkshi staring right up at it. It was unsettling, so she got her hand, put it on the stranger's face, and pushed them away slightly, before putting her hand back by her side.

IC: Siren Siren raised an eyebrow (or what counted for an eyebrow) and thought to herself a very small word. A word that could change the meaning of the sentence in just one small blow, usually always into a question. A word that on its own was rather powerful and could rip the world limb-from-limb: *what* IC: Mutant The sound of whooshing entered Mutant's ears again and she turned to see another rahkshi coming towards her flying. This rahkshi was more... peculiar, with many odd assortments coming off of her at odd angles, but she had learned from her mistakes and so moved slightly to the left grunting a greeting at the giant ball of metal. OOC: That would be Gaever

IC: Siren Siren was at the front of the small group at Tridax's office, overhearing the conversation between the three Makuta. *How dare he come in here and demand-* She thought violently to herself, before stopping herself mid-thought. If Icarix could talk through telepathy, he could most likely read minds too. Fuming, she blanked her mind out, resenting the other Makuta. IC: Mutant The rahkshi hit her head hard on the wall as she was tossed aside. She blanked out for a few moments before waking up, grabbing onto the hole in the wall that her head had made and pulled herself up, taking a few pieces of the wall with her. She shook her head, trying to remember what had happened. That large one had said something, she couldn't remember what, and the things behind him were blurry. Was this how they greeted each-other in this place? It seemed a little harsh, but then again, they had had a strange expression on their face. She didn't like it. Perhaps she might teach them what they did to her. OOC: Do I have to play the pronoun game with Mutant for you guys? Oh and BTW Everyone is open for interaction.

Ic: Mutant Makuta? That word sounded familiar somehow... But she did not heed it, and stood still in the centre of the corridor.

Out comes "Browser has crashed unexpectedly." In goes a chicken

IC: Mutant The rahkshi walked down the hallways slowly, taking in the blank walls, feeling along them with her fingers, smelling them, testing their strength, hardness. She turned a corner, her hands scraping a gash in the wall, to see another rahkshi, wide as she was tall, coming down the halls. She walked out slightly further so she would be in the way, and stood her ground. She wanted to see what this other being like her would do. OOC: That would be Tubbycustard Ghidora.

A few days ago: Sirens whirred on and off as the red light on the wall turned over and over, matoran rushing down below it reaching for doors, weapons, computers anything that they could get their hands on. At the top of a pair of stairs, stood a lone Makuta, large and green, he loomed over everyone that passed by him. He clacked down the stairs with a grim expression on his face. As a matoran passed by he picked them up by the throat and lunged them at the wall. "What, is happening?" Asked Mutran, as the matoran struggled to say anything while reaching for Mutran's arm. His grip tightened around the matoran's throat and repeated "What in the name of Karz is happening?" as the matoran slumped into unconscious. He threw the matoran to the floor and turned to face another passing matoran. "You!" He shouted, the other matoran stumbling back by the sudden shouting. "Tell me, what is happening!". He bent over the tiny matoran. "Uhh, uh uh!" Stuttered the matoran. "Uh, the experiment escaped, uh, Project Tool." "Oh yes, the mutant. Show me." Leered the Makuta, walking over to the large screens that littered the room. Over them were projections of what the other matoran and visorak were seeing, out in the field. Mutran leaned over a chair to peer in at them. Out in the field, the matoran and visorak were steadily speeding along, whether it be on foot, Gukko or Fikou. "150 bio and counting!" Shouted one matoran at the front to the other matoran, his infected mask shifting on his face. Above the forest floor, on the top of the trees, the Visorak chittered to each other. "Why do we have to work with them?" A keehlerak said to a vohrak. "Why can't we just eat them?" "Don't question the Makuta's intrests, lest you suffer the fate of that other fool." "50 bio!" Shouted the matoran again. "It seems to have stopped moving, specifically set your weapons to stun, Mutran wants this one alive." "So, how did it escape?" Asked Mutran to the matoran in the chair. "It broke out of its vial, our heat and movement sensors didn't pick up anything 'til the glass hit the floor. We lost it until it exited the building, but we shot it with a dart, so we know where it is now. It also stopped by the armory, picking up some gloves and an axe - and leaving behind a very messy job." Mutran laughed. "Only level one, yet showing signs of intelligence of a level six. I did good with this one." "Ten Bio!" Shouted the lead again. "Nine! Eight! Arms at the ready! Four! Three! Two! ONE!" They stopped, coming to... Nothing. Nothing, but a small dart, bleeping as it flashed red, on and off. The leader stood up off his Fikou and slowly edged forward, moving his gun around to see if there was anything around, but also came to nothing. He bent down and picked it up. "That's the dart." He said. "So where is it?" Asked Mutran. The matoran looked around, at his visor, and back around. "No thermal signatures, or any movement signatures from here." He said. "No, wait, I'm picking up something." "Me too." "and I." "Also here." Went the chorus of the matoran drolly, each picking up after the other ended. The lead matoran put down his visor, and followed the heat signature, turning right around, and then came to the heat signature of a leg, right in front of him. "It can change it's heat." Said Mutran, as the Rahkshi came out of its hiding, turning from the green of the forest to its mottled white. "It can camouflage!" Shouted the lead matoran, as he was picked up by his neck and swiftly decapitated, his lifeless body thrown to the floor. "So that's the type that I made." Said Mutran cheerfully. "FIRE!!" Shouted another, and the sound of gun-shots filled the air, followed by the roar of the Rahkshi as it was pelted with darts. It charged forward, swinging its axe, cutting through 5 matoran. A rhotuka swirled throgh the air and hit the rahkshi on its arm, stopping it dead. The rahkshi dropped the axe and went to where the rhotuka hit, stumbling backwards, kicking two more matoran into a tree, before dragging it off and throwing it onto another, enveloping it whole as it fell to the ground stunned. A gukko swung in too close, and was clutched by the rahkshi and thrown into a handy circle of tightly clumped matoran. The remaining matoran started to retreat, but were swiftly brought down, being crushed, cut, sliced, killed. Back at the station, Mutran laughed, deep and hard. "Yes, this is excellent. Tridax will have a job on his hands now. Present day: The ground shook and rumbled, as the monstrous rahkshi crashed to the ground from its flight. It walked forward heavy-footed, each step shaking the floor slightly, taking it forward towards the front entrance of the corpus. The corpus now had a big handful to look after now. OOC: Mutant open for interaction.

Vakama's face alone is what is making me want this storyboard. If the same isn't happening for you then there's something very wrong.

Basically, yeah. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯