Wrinkledlion X

It had political content and forums on it? Darn. I didn't know what the website was. It was just the first recipe for flan that came up on Google. This is the second time I've gotten into trouble here for unintentional political content...

I am colorblind.

Happy birthday, Grandma!

Okay, this is short, but... Why is everyone misspelling the word "flaming?" Flamming? What's that? Is that like... Flan? 'Cause that's closer to spam, anyways. You know, as they're both food. But members, please remember: One consonant makes a long "A," as in "plate" or "aim." Two consonants make a short "A," as in "tag..." Or "flam." Remember, you can make a difference. (Using spell check.)

I drew a picture of me on a Segway. I like how it turned out. It looks just like me!

I got an entry for AC13. Check it out here.

Ninjo? Curses!

Here. I'm posting so that you can see the gonks.

I'm joining that random Star Wars fad, just so I can be a Gonk Droid. (You know, the one that looks like a trash can with accordians for legs.) I used to be obsessed with those things. I posted in the comments-thing for this entry so that you can all see the gonks.

Okay, I'm apologizing for that last entry. That was just stupid on my part. The political part wasn't meant to be there anyways, but I wasn't aware of what constituted toilet humor. The word "poop" in itself doesn't seem innappropriate to me. It wasn't so much what it said that amused me, but where they were saying it, and also how ridiculously out of place it was. (Plus the fact that it got onto TV.) On the subject of toilet humor, though, wouldn't this board message be considered toilet humor, too? Whether it uses the word "poop" or implies it, I think the effect is the same. Anyways, now to remove the image from Brickshelf...

Dern it!

(Click for bigger picture.) I drew some sort of nasty little bottom-feeder (not the lawyer kind) who probably comes from the same planet as that other monster I posted. I call this one Quinoculus pessigrata.

(Click image for larger version.) I drew a little beasty. I call him Subodioprodigium deformalis.

Curse those acrid Acipensers!

When are epics due? I might be able to enter mine.

Hurrah! Yay! Exclamation! I've been here for four years. Now I'm going to go to sleep. I'll... Get back to you tomorrow.

Woo-hoo! Only five days until I've been here for four years! Okay, I don't really have much else to say. However, my theory was referenced by another member in a hot topic. (Albeit with no credit given... ) Here's my theory: Now his: I'd also like to mention that that is not Mata Nui's symbol. It's the symbol of the Legend of Mata Nui. The Hau is his symbol.

I'm very happy with 2007 so far. It has squid (One of my two favorite animals!), mutations, abysses, sunken cities, the sets are each unique, and, considering the fact that the video on BIONICLE.com is animated by Ghost, I'm pretty sure the commercials will be canon, unlike the Piraka and Inika. Also, I only have seven days until my fourth year on BZPower. I'm-a waitin'.

Hiyah. After a long while, I've finally posted Chapter 17 in BIONICLE: Chronicles of Krahiki. If you wish to comment, please do so in the Review Topic.

Hiyah. I was bored a couple days ago and I decided to record myself speaking in a strange voice and telling nonsensical stories. I play "Uncle Stumbly," a demented old man. Episode 1- Tale of the Antelope Tree (Do not respond here. Respond in the "Uncle Stumbly's Fantastic Tales of Wonder" topic.)

I had a really weird dream last night/this morning. It began with me on 1700's-1800's style ship. There were huge swells and lightning and thunder, etc., and we found a small row-boat adrift. There were three men in it: a short bald one, a taller balding one, and an average, slightly old one. They claimed to be lost at sea, so we let them onto our ship, but the third man was left alone briefly as he unloaded a large trunk of unknown objects. Several months passed with no greatly unusual occurrences, although every couple days the first two men would develop strange growths on their arms, legs, and faces that nearly resembled small tumors. The third man had become a recluse who never came out of his quarters. The first two men had taken to wearing old rags, and the third had, on the rare occasions he was seen, been wearing a strange coat and sometimes goggles. After several weeks, a crewmember was found dead under mysterious circumstances. We soon decided that it was one of the first two men, and they were kept under a close watch. Several days passed, and one excessively stormy night, the two men went berserk. They had apparently cracked under stress, and were now running around the halls attacking people. We attacked back, shooting and sniping from hidden places. We finally managed to kill them, but soon the third man emerged from his cabin, wearing a strange, form-fitting metal suit. Only his eyes were showing, and he was covered in what looked like needles. I tried to shoot this man, too, but the person I was with stopped me, saying he hadn't yet made a move against us. He began to speak: "So... I see you've done away with my test subjects. Less work for me, I suppose." "Test subjects?" I asked. "Yes. Over the last several years I've been searching for immortality. I'm getting older, but I'm not content to stop living yet." "What's the metal suit for, though?" "I have discovered that the key to immortality involves the eradication of lysosomes and the acceleration of regeneration. Lysosomes, you see, break down dead tissue and the gills and webbed fingers you have before birth. They are responsible for old age as well. But if I break down the lysosomes and repair my old age with this regeneration, I will never die of old age! These needles on the outside will inject me with the chemicals I have developed!" "Then why have those two men tried to kill so many people?" "They are... Failed experiments. Their strange growths are areas where regeneration went rampant and they actually grew new things... They went insane when the inside of their heads grew and applied pressure to their brains..." With that, he pulled down on a string hanging from his mask, and the needles immediately plunged into his skin. He gasped and fell over, no doubt from the pain of being injected all over his body. We rushed to help him but he looked up and struck my partner knocking him across the room. I shot him, but it merely bounced off of his metal armor. He tore off his metal suit to reveal a young man where an elderly one had been earlier. The lysosomes had disappeared, and the regeneration had counteracted his age. The regeneration continued, however, and he began developing blemishes and growths all over. Random body parts began changing, such as his nose lengthening and sagging downwards, his eyes bulging and growing sickly green, and his fingers extending rapidly to a length of a foot or so. When he had nothing left to regenerate, he began merely generating. Feelers erupted from his body, as did a variety of other limbs. He developed tons of pigment, turning his pale body brown. Soon he began to take on the characteristics of an unborn human: he grew webbing between his elongated fingers, his skin became transparent in a variety of places, etc. He soon even grew the gills of an unborn child, and, struggling to breathe, he raced away and threw himself into the stormy ocean. And... Then I woke up. Cool, yes?

If it were just now and then it would be neat, but this... Horrible!

Kinda depressing. Kinda accurate. Pop culture has gone to Karzahni.

GaliGee's writing her last one? Arghh... I didn't know that. Anyways, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you aren't too busy.

Yep. General Squidget.