General Poks

AT LAST! The great crusade has begun! Let all Niazesk depart at the sight of the Zyglakkyness! We will march to the hives, torches lit! And as we watch their homes burn, and heir they're insectoid cries of pain, we will only be closer to accomplishing our goals! Any way, go Zyglak.

ALRIGHT BZP BRITHDAY TIME! This of course means Blog time. ... ... To bad I can't think of anything interesting to write.

Wow, they recalled Leslie... That can't be good for my chances of getting him in Maine. Hm, it appears that this blog is sinking. >> *Runs to get life-jacket.*

As long as you get a female voice for Gali and Gorast.

O.O AH! GHOST! But seriously, it's good to see you haven't abandoned us Doc.

Heh, the only problem I have with the name is that is sounds a bit to much like Krekka. =P I mean, if someone hadn't brought it up, than people wouldn't know anyway unless they were from said country, so I wouldn't loose sleep over it, if it were in English, then there might be some issues.

... THAT'S IT! 2008 is officially going to be the one of the best years in Bionicle. I'm glad Brutaka is back, he's probably one of my favourite character to read about.

8D That just made my day. Icarax is the best Bionicle name I've heard, and hopefully the best set I'll see. I'm looking forward to 08 even more now, thank you for this info. A female villain in the summer... so we can assume that Vamprah and Galva are male... EDIT: Whoops, missed that last paragraph. :blush:

I never hear about these things until it's to late... Happy Birthday Doctor.

"What is your opinions on other faction whom may rise to join or fight you?"

Kin-wide eh? Well, at least that's something to do.

Hm... "I could save money by buying my own nuts and mixing them at home." -Homer Jay Simpson. Wise words from a wise man.

I've been meaning to post this as a flashback for one of my BZPRPG characters. However, I forgot about it and was recently reminded of it by reading LeHakwa's recent blog entry. So, here it is. ----- A Ko-Matoran sat alone, shaking over a desk with a bottle of dark red liquid clutched in his hands. His name was Dr. Kerro, leader of an isolated science team from the island only known as 'The Desolate Zone'. Truthfully, the place was a nightmare, a present time Voya-Nui, no Toa, constant death and no stabilization to the ocean floor. So he and a group of five Matoran, including a Ga-Matoran of whom he had an eye on, left the island to find a way to help his Matoran. However, things had gone terribly wrong... She died. The Ga-Matoran whom he loved, but was not able to tell her...just died... He was guilt struck. He had forgotten all about their prime objective... His mind shifted to something else. He would find a way to bring her back to life. Needless to say, this only caused him more pain. He had tested his experiments on his other colleagues. They died. Now, he was alone, the only person to test his last prototype on was himself. Gently, he tipped the bottle to his lips. Without him noticing, a small puff of black vapor came through the vents and entered his mouth as the drop went down his throat. Kerro shrieked as he felt a burning sensation all over his body. His body burst into a massive, black flame, burning the building to the ground. ***** Kerro opened his eyes to see two beings standing over him. The first was a tall cloaked being, wearing black gloves over his hands. The only notable feature was his blank, iron mask. At his side was a quivering Po-Matoran, also staring at him. "Greetings," the first said. "My name is Srihr Stagg, head of the Brotherhood of Makuta science devision 5-01. I was wondering if you'd be willing to join our cause, after all, I doubt you'll be willing to go anywhere else." Kerro was about to question this. He raised his hand. He didn't scream, he wasn't afraid, he wasn't happy, sad, mad, nothing. He just didn't care about anything. However, his hand...it had no flesh, it was just pure bone, with a red index finger. The rest of his body wasn't much different, all bone, nothing else. His mask was still on his face. The rest of his clothes and Matoran armor was most-likely shredded by the spikes sticking out of his back. "And what's in it for me?" he finally spoke. "Mahkaal, show him." The Po-Matoran hefted a long case over his shoulder and opened it. Inside was a scythe and a sword. "These weapons react to a confident and fearless user such as yourself," Srihr explained. "In return, they will exploit your opponent's worst nightmares. So Dr. Kerro, are you in, or are you out?" "Kerro...Was a weak and loving Matoran..." Kerro whispered with no emotion. "I am not he." "I am Bones."

Today I am here to discuss a serious matter that is affecting people across the globe... I am of course talking about: Mixmaster Syndrome or MMS for short. They're on your streets, disguising themselves as your friendly neighborhood cement trucks... However... What really lies beneath the hood of that harmless construction vehicle? If you happen to see one of these machines on the street, you may be temped to smash the Karzahni out of the L1 or L2 button, however, they're JUST TO BIG! So now you may be tempted to bust out some karate moves buy smashing the square button, however, they're JUST TO BIG! Now, what you need to do is this... Pick up a table or other large object and throw it at them. They should topple right over because they're JUST TO BIG! We are organizing neighborhood watches across the nation, we are only interested in your safety. So remember, if you see a cement truck. Smash it with a brick and pop it's tires. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to write some cheques for the construction company for destroying their equipment.....

Pfft, I'm sure I can scrounge up money if I need it.