IcarusBen

Vanik IC: A medium-sized steamboat begins pulling into the harbor. The smog from its smokestack can be seen from a couple miles away. At the helm is a rather cheery Ga-Toa. "Oh, what do ya do with a drunken sailor?" The ship narrowly avoids hitting a large rock formation that would've have capsized the boat. "What do ya do with a drunken sailor?" The ship scrapes the side of a moored fishing boat. "What do ya do with a drunken sailor," The ship slightly impacts the dock before it comes to a halt. "Early in the mornin'!" The Toa puts down his anchor and climbs out of the ship. He takes in a deep breath of Ga-Koro air. "Ah! It be good to be coming back to ye home port! Why, if ever there be a city for seadogs like me, this would be it, me friends!" Vanik notices nobody is listening. "Oh, I forget. Nobody here's me friend! Well, I got to be doing somethin' about that, don't I?"

OOC: Reviving old characters. Yay... Rahkiir IC: An older Toa, looking worn out from many months of travel and carrying a golden staff and a satchel, calmly enters the Desert Wear store. "Greeting, shopkeeper. I'm looking for a new hat. Would you happen to have something wide-brimmed, but not too tall?"

Name: Halyx Gender: Male Element: Fire (with a color scheme similar to Jaller Inika's) Mask: Kanohi Mahiki Weapons: Twin air blades (similar to Tanma's) Personality: Halyx is a grumpy, cynical Matoran with a sarcastic side. He has no filter and says whatever he feels like, whether or not people actually want to hear it.

The world comes to an end. Bionicle has a crossover with Power Rangers.

I use T1S's pie gun and turn you into a beautifully delicious mud pie. I got him, and now, I shall OM NOM NOM him.

The Toa Metru are my personal favorite, but my favorite Toa was Hahli Mahri, I like Hahli Mahri.

We all begin practicing the values of unity, duty and destiny, but religious fundamentalists start questioning why we get our beliefs from a children's toy line. Those who have fought the mighty Egyptian God cards or used awesome Tamagatchis to save cyberspace can relate easily. Oh, you mean the website! Then I have no clue. Korea nukes us or something. THANKS OBAMA. What if there was no Hordika storyline and they just skipped to the Inika storyline?

I love how some people got epic names like Toa of the Time Lords but I'm IcarusBen so I got... Ben of the Icarus. Huh. OH UNCLE SIGH! MY NAME SUCKS AND I NEED YOU TO BE DISAPPOINTED WITH GHIDORA.

We write an (admittedly kinda lame) comedy. We make comics. We eat pie. We combat the evil wrath of giant talking French noses.

Millions of Bionicle fans pull their hair out at the seer ineptitude of the writers for G2. Bionicle fans are now marked by their incredibly early baldness. The Kanohi Force become the moderators of BZPower. (This ain't gonna go well.)

AN: This is just the introduction to a potential future chapter that Berry's planning on writing. Hence the short length. Shadow had many jobs. He was the Leedur of the Force (sometimes jokingly called the “Supream Leedur”,) he was an inventor, a secret agent, a master of pie, and now he became BZ-Nui's first small claims judge. Today was the day of his first case. “Benyamin “Icarus” Soto vs. Toa Ouberry.” The problem? The plantiff claimed Berry had, quote, “defenestrated right into my face and caused mass injury to my potential mustache.” Berry had gone on record saying that the cause of his defenestration was, quote, “because windows suck.” Shadow pondered this case as he walked into his courtroom for the first time. It was rather small, considering that it was just a spare office that Black Six had found in the Coliseum and had decided to give to Shadow instead of turning it into a “Farshtey quotation retrieval chamber” like Fishers had wanted. There was a desk and a chair for Shadow to sit at (alongside a small laptop and a gavel) and two chairs in front of it, where Icarus and Berry were already sitting. Shadow sat at his desk. “All rise for… the… er… honorable Judge Shadow.” Begrudgingly, the two stood up for Shadow, then promptly sat down again. “Now,” Shadow sighed. “What seems to be the problem?” Suddenly, there was an uproar. Both parties were screaming their lungs out, throwing insults and ad hominem attacks left and right. Shadow quickly grabbed his gavel. “ORDER!” he cried. “ORDER IN THE COURT!” He threw down his gavel, only for it to hit the laptop, turning it into a pile of broken parts. “Now, let's try and be civil. Icarus, you first.” Icarus took off his helmet, revealing a bandage over where a moustache would normally go on a human. “He defenestrated right into my face! THAT HURT!” Berry raised his hand. “OBJECTION! Windows suck!” Shadow, revealing his laptop had once been a Linux device, silently agreed, but overruled Berry's objection. “As I was saying,” Ben continued, “I've been defenestrated. All hope of my mustache growing into anything more than stubble is gone!” He removed the bandage to reveal what Shadow had feared. Icarus, while normally not in possession of anything more than a light fuzz, was now completely smooth. Shadow gasped. “This is a travesty! Berry, you must pay Icarus all your monies!” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. When it was opened, it was revealed to be… Berry? Shadow maskpalmed. “Great,” he sighed. “There are two of you now?” The Berry in the room suddenly began shaking violently, under there was no more Berry. Suddenly, he appeared. “HON HON HON! It eez I, the great Cascar! I weel finolly accompleesh mah goal of stealing your pie gone! HON HON!” Suddenly, the giant nose jumped at Shadow. Unprepared, Shadow was at the full mercy of this nose. Using his magnificent 'stache, Cascar managed to subdue Shadow long enough for him to find his true goal. The Pie Gun. “HON HON! I weel nah conker theez islond, whonce and for all! HON HON HON!” With the pie gun in hand (in moustache?) Cascar violently jumped out of the room. The second Berry, stunned by this revelation, blinked at Shadow. “Two questions; 1). Why do you have a pie gun, and 2). Why is there a giant nose that turns into me?” Shadow sighed. “If that gun is used incorrectly, this whole island could be turned into a pie! One great, big, delicious... scrumptious… amazing…” He shook his head. “Nevermind that! We've got to stop him!” Berry put on his serious face. “Shadow, Icarus, get Kovika. Meet me at my dorm. I have a plan.” Icarus sighed. “What's wrong with pie?” -TO BE CONTINUED- -Maybe.- -Eventually.- -Eh, don't count on it.-

Give me whatever spot you want. EDIT: I. Hate. Autocorrect.

Sorry, Wind. If either of you two, Bonkle or Tahu, wish to continue this conversation, you can PM me.

@Tahu; I'm considered an underling at this time, and I have no problem with it. The term has fallen out of favor, though, and is more often being replaced with the less offensive but horribly misspelled "Membur." @Bonkle: I've never seen that, but I'm also not on BZP as much as I once was. No hard feelings about the wording. My fault for jumping to conclusions.

Hey, we have tons of organization! There's... um... And there's... uh... Well, of course there's... eh... Well. Drat. I would like to point out that I do not believe that the Force has exhibited elitist behavior. If you believe I have, I apologize. However, it's not something I've seen a lot of. I do, however, take offense at how it seems you're correlating being a member of the Force and being an elitist. It's, in my opinion, very untrue and only serves to paint a bad picture of us. If this was not your intention, again, I apologize for jumping to conclusions.

Posts like this is why people don't like you in the first place.And what does this add to the topic its completely irrelevant its reasoning to exist is for likes. I might sound like a JERK in the last one but its true. It's not a post to garner likes. It solely exists to make a joke about what I feel is a rather mixed bag of reception of the Force by BZP. To Chromedome, exactly what makes this so terrible a post? It's a joke. It may not be terribly funny, but as only one member of many, is my bad joke really so terrible that people would instantly dislike the group?

Hmm... Methinks we need a better PR department. I doubt my new line of Kanohi Force branded footwear is going to be a tremendous success.

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume either you've hit your head with the force of ten men and now have amnesia, or there are two Tahu 3.0s lurking about. In either case, you can look at our wiki. You know about our petty squabbles... how? I'm sorry, but I've not been on BZP that much lately. Have we been leaking out into the rest of the web? We do... stuff. We write stories, we build MOCs, we pointlessly squabble about meaningless things that even the most rambunctious among us agree are just a little silly, and most of all... We are utterly bonkers. IIRC, we were founded in late 2014. I joined up around May-June 2015. Unless... Was there another Force before us? totally gonna steal this for my next chapter

I'm vaguely aware of your existence.

I did a thing. --- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Come on, Ben!” Kovika and The 1st Shadow were standing outside IcarusBen's apartment in the KF Tower's space hangar, pounding on the door and trying to get him to crawl out of bed. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Shadow sighed. “This is hopeless. What the heck happened to him?” Kovika began studying the door for a possible way in. The door was well-crafted, but surely it had some sort of way inside. “He was watching a Let's Play of Fallout 4 when all of a sudden I heard him swear loudly and then retreat inside his room.” The Toa of Ice began trying to freeze off the doorknob. “Wait.” Shadow maskpalmed. “You let him watch a Let's Play of Fallout 4? Don't you remember what happened when he learned Fallout 3 was horrible?” The Ko-Toa looked frustrated as the ice simply fell off the doorknob when he tried to shatter it. “Well, near as I recall, he made himself a black cloak and began burning effigies of Todd Howard while playing ominous me once more froze the doorknob and tried to shatter it, but as usual, the ice merely came off harmlessly. “I still have The Plagues stuck in my head.” KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Shadow began pounding on the door. “Ben, get out here!” The hangar's intercom beeped. “No way. I'm not coming out there until I learn every copy of Fallout 4 has been burned to a crisp and the entire development team is thrown in jail for national treason and crimes against humanity.” “Well,” the Av-Matoran pondered, “At least he's responsive.” Kovika wasn't listening. He was too busy attacking the door with all his might. “GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” SLAM! “Ow...” Kovika sighed. “I think I dislocated my shoulder.” The intercom beeped once more. “Go away. Leave me be.” “Come on,” Shadow yelled. “It's just one game!” The intercom beeped a third time. “GHOULS CAN'T SURVIVE WITHOUT FOOD AND WATER YOU SEISMIC IDIOT! THEY NEED TO BREATHE, FOR GOD'S SAKE! THEY'RE NOT ROBOTS!” Shadow looked confused towards Kovika. “Did he just call me a seismic idiot?” Kovika looked equally confused. “I think he's talking to Bethesda.” Shadow tried again to reason with Ben. “It's just one quest, how bad can it-” This time, Ben didn't even need an intercom to be heard. “AND THEN THERE'S CABOT HOUSE! DEAR GOD, CABOT HOUSE! DID THE DEVELOPERS JUST THINK 'Oh, Obsidian has this incredibly well-crafted world, let's just ALL OVER IT?!' WHAT MORON WROTE THIS SHLOCK?” Kovika groaned. “Clearly it's a problem with the game as a whole.” He turned back towards the door. “But surely it can't be th-” “AND THEN, AND THEN YOU'VE GOT THE HORRIBLE OPTIMIZATION, THE ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY GOD AWFUL ENGINE, AND TECHNICAL GLITCHES THAT MAKE WINDOWS 'MISTAKE EDITION' LOOK LIKE A MASTERPIECE OF PROGRAMMING!” “I was mistaken. Sigh. Oh well.” Kovika started to walk off. “Let me know if he comes out. We've got to present the Raptors to the staff today.” Shadow sat down next to the door, looking rather dejected. “I'll get Black Six on the phone and ask him to hold off with the presentation until Ben's in better shape.” Meanwhile, Ben was continuing to ramble on about technical problems this and horrible writing that. By this point, nobody was terribly interested anymore. --- Six hours had passed. The Kanohi Force had called a meeting to discuss what should be done about Ben's condition. Sadly, due to nobody else caring (and the fact that this author doesn't know how to write the other members of the Force) only Kovika and Shadow had bothered to show up. “I don't believe it.” Kovika did a double maskpalm with a side of disbelief. “He's been in there for six hours! I've never seen him go so long without eating.” “That may be Ghidora's fault.” Shadow sighed. “Ben kept pushing for the Force to allocate funds to install a pizza delivery system throughout the tower.” “Well, that's convenient.” “Tell me about it. It's bad enough he's cooped up in there, but if he manages to access the soda containment units, he could be holed up in there indefinitely.” “Can't we just ask Jakura or someone to melt the door open?” “Yeah, right. He's built that door out of the same alloy he used in his ships. We could chuck that thing into the coronasphere of a star and it'd still be intact.” “So how do we get in? The air vents?” “As part of his improvements to the Tower, he's asked for us to replace all the air vents with replacements that are only six inches in diameter to prevent unwanted access to restricted areas.” “How about the trash disposal system?” “Nope. He told me that it'd be good exercise to take all trash out back into the dumpsters. Needless to say, we complied.” “How about the aforementioned pizza delivery system?” Shadow paused for a moment. “That… That might work. Thanks, plot convenience!” --- IcarusBen sat in his room, dressed in his ominous black cloak and his bright blue pajamas, cooped up with a warm pizza and a bottle of root beer, watching reruns of sitcoms on his flatscreen, when all of a sudden, he heard a loud thunk. “Oh… . One of Aerixx's gukkos must've gotten stuck in the P.D.S. again. Dang it, Aerixx. I told you not to let your gukkos near the pizza!” He got out of bed and went to investigate the thunking noise when all of a sudden, Kovika and Shadow launched out of the delivery system. “OWJESUSCHRISTDANGITSONOFAPIRAKA!” IcarusBen was knocked to the floor while Kovika and Shadow both managed to land on their feet. As Ben dusted himself off (being human, having two metal men landing on top of him wasn't particularly pleasant) he grew an angry look in his eyes. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING? I COULD'VE DIED! YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE LEFT AL-OW!” Kovika finally decided to just slap Ben. “No. Shut up. You've been in here for hours. Now, we're gonna get you outside so we can finish the Raptors.” “But...” Ben rubbed his now very red cheek. “Fallout 4 sucks...” “Too bad. Get. Out. Now.” Shadow began looking worried this would end up escalating into a fight, but Kovika seemed confident, until; “Make me.” Shadow kept trying to tell Kovika “NO!” but the Ko-Toa grew a look in his eyes. A dangerous look that may only be looked with by those who are feeling truly dangerous. “Fine.” --- Three weeks had passed. The ensuing battle between Kovika and Ben had led to both of them ending up in the hospital. He may have only been human, but as Kovika learned the hard way, you never interrupt a very tired and very annoyed Fallout fan, lest you be destroyed by your own hubris. “AND THEN THERE'S THE MAIN QUEST! DEAR GOD, THE MAIN QUEST! 'Oh, it's just like 3's quest, but BACKWARDS! /shock!” I CALL BULL! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU WRITE A MAIN QUEST! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT, YOU-” Kovika had also learned that earbuds don't do much if the source of the sound is blaring at a hundred and thirty decibels.

I would like to agree with both of your statements.Fixed.

I must object to the use of Pi Day to promote the sale of baked goods. This is clearly an attempt to misappropriate a beloved holiday of math by the pie industry and- Oh, who are we kidding. Pie is delicious. Math sucks. I shall now consume this pie with joy and glee. *OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.*

So, is this project still going on? If so, do you have any idea what the system requirements will be?