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  1. MT Zehvor
    So I was at a Gamestop today, and I noticed at the checkout counter they had a Reach alarm clock of sorts(it was in a display case with a bunch of Spartan figures on top) that was counting down the days(only 10) to the new Halo. I forgot to take a picture of it with my cell phone, so I was wondering if anyone had seen something like it and new where it was available for purchase.
     
    -MT
  2. MT Zehvor

    Junior Year Sucks

    By MT Zehvor,

    "You know, come to think of it, the island of Mata Nui Sophomore year wasn't really that bad after all. Think we could go back?"
    -Lewa
     
    Anyways this year has sucked and I still have like 9 months to go.
     
    As Lamp would say..."Yippee!"
     
    Chapters have been up reeeaaalllllyyyyyy slowly because of it. Not liking this amount of homework...reminiscent of the times when Mr. Matoro had the same problem.
     
    On the other hand, it is making the deadline for the Ihr contest going to happen before Ihr dies disappears mysteriously.
     
    So yeah. I'm mad.
     
    "u mad?"
     
    -MT
  3. MT Zehvor

    Pyrosphere

    By MT Zehvor,

    Hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it.
     
    This rant has been brought to you courtesy of myself.
     
    -MT
  6. MT Zehvor
    As the deadline for contest entry draws within 20 days, it's time to finish putting on the finishing touches that help finish the finished product of the finished RPG. With that said, here's a look at the bosses, or the NPC enemies, that made it into the game.
     
    (and before you say anything, yes, I know, it's an RPG, and that's why EVERY enemy isn't a NPC)
     
    In no particular order:
    Mete
    Skidak
    An Omega Turtle
    Ihr
    4 Mask
    Nightmare
    Tackon
     
    Most of these are TBTTRAH related enemies/friends. TM and Suicavel would have gotten on there, if their names were a bit more original.
     
    BTW, we also have a name for the RPG. It is simply called:
     
    "Infusion."
     
    People to help with running the game will be announced next week.
     
    -MT
  7. MT Zehvor
    Recently(or not, I'm bad at checking my own websites) Mr. Matoro announced that he has some sort of story(most likely a comedy) called "On the Run," in progress. Release dates or anything else is unknown.
     
    In other related news, I have no idea when the Zehvor epic(s) is supposed to release. How many people are writing one again?
     
    -MT
  10. MT Zehvor
    Well, we've been needing to drop a bombshell of info for a while...so here we go.
     
    Firstly, upgrades will appear in this game, as originally planned. Though not for you(or not yet). They will be for your ship, and will consist of doing several things such as boosting firepower, missiles, and other good stuff. I have yet to finalize how that will really work out in a RPG without it becoming like a WoW thing, but I have a few ideas that I'll test over the next few months.
     
    Secondly, Ihr is gonna appear. Final boss....probably not. But you never know. I'll have to severly nerf his power though, as in Aftermath he took out groups of 4, 5, and 5 Toa in a matter of seconds. Or maybe we'll hand out steroids to the players before they start.
     
    And lastly, space combat will be legal. So have fun blowing each other up..."IN SPACE!!!!!"
     
    Now excuse me while I go PM Gorgnak again about the game.
     
    -MT
  11. MT Zehvor
    Ono. It's that time again. Time where we pack up and say goodbye to another season(even though this one has another 28 or so chapters to go) and get ready for the new one.
     
    Outside of making the relatively weird title(The Lovable Mr. Tahu) which will really only make sense once the season gets 30 or so chapters in, I noticed that there was a nice response when the Piraka and Barraki returned. So, that brings me to ask....
     
    What would you like to see in Season 7? More guest stars? More old characters? Or maybe more Christmas and Cookies...
     
    OR MAYBE A MACHINE THAT FINALLY PULLS SONU AWAY FROM THE 360 LONG ENOUGH TO REVIEW AFTERMATH...
     
    But I'm not going to complain. *Ahem* Anyways, thoughts?
     
    -MT
  12. MT Zehvor

    1,000, Here We Come

    By MT Zehvor,

    Looks like it's milestone time again. Aftermath currently has 990 posts in it, meaning that once we get 10 more, we will have reached the 1,000 mark(hooray for 2nd grade math)!
     
    Guess it won't be long until TBTTRAH no longer sits atop the longest comedy in the forum rankings.
     
    -MT
  13. MT Zehvor

    Rpg Cities List

    By MT Zehvor,

    Here's a list of cities/areas(so far) for the different planets in the RPG
     
    Note: Some of these will be unvisitable until later in the game. Areas unavaliable at the start of the game are marked with an "-X"
    Areas where the Planet Boss resides are marked with a double "x"
     
    SPHERUS MAGNUS:
    Landing Site A
    City #1: Iconox
    X-Landing Site B
    City #2: Roxtus
     
    VALDERRA:
    Landing Site M
    City #1: Drevan
    City #2: Alterra
    Area #1: Lava River 1
    X-Area #2: Lava River 2
    X-Landing Site Z
    X-City #3: Kanrak
    XX-Area #3: Lower Valderra
     
    ARCILOS:
    Landing Site 1
    City #1: Glacier Iconox
    City #2: Twin Peaks
    City #3: Akaria
    X-Area #1: Ice Temple
    XX-Area #2: Frostelus Caverns
    X-Landing Site 2
     
    DEAVUM OMEGA:
    Landing Site D
    X-Landing Site E
    Landing Site V
    Mini City #1: Hallway D
    Area #1: Outer Castle
    X-Area #2: Inner Castle
    XX-Area #3: Former Landing Site
     
    RANKAR:
    X-Landing Site X7
    X-Area #1: Outer Xenon Mines
    X-Area #2: Lost Bog
    X-Area #3: Inner Xenon Mines
    XX-Area Final: Xenon Mines Core
     
    -MT
  14. MT Zehvor
    Well, for the last chapter of Season 6, I was gonna MoC some of the more important characters to celebrate a new season and 200 chapters, but then I realized that I'm bad at MoCing. So instead I'mma let you guys do it. Don't you love how I make you do my work?(but notrly)
     
    Anyways, the MoCing challenge is to MoC a Xenon wielder named Ihr. He's...well...can't give away too many spoilers, but he's a roughly Hydraxon sized mutated Skakdi with a deformed head, random tentacles sprouting out due to immense Xenon absorption, and he wields a buzzsaw(along with whatever weapons you want).
     
    -MT
  16. MT Zehvor
    TA used a random story generator to create this....um...odd story. Apparently, he thinks Sonu is female. Dunno what Sonu will have to say in response but whatever. Anyways, he asked me to put it here, and so it is.
     
    Note: The following story does not necessarily reflect the opinions of MT. It is here for your entertainment. Or for another reason to get mad at TA. Whichever you like.
     

  17. MT Zehvor

    Save The House

    By MT Zehvor,

    Welcome to Operation: Save the House. This is where I will be posting chapters from TBTTRAH that were deleted. These are Chapters 240-330.
     
    Chapter 240: The Evil Plan
     
    Chirox: Ok, this sucks. I cannot get a kill!!!
    Arlando: Try aiming. It works. I know from personal experience.
    Chirox: Shut up. I have a new strategy anyways.
    Arlando: What is it? Mash B and cross your fingers for a kill? Very tactical.
    Chirox: It is.
    Arlando: HOW?
    Chirox: Well, see, I throw this grenade, and it blows up. And if someone is close enough, they die.
    (One of Chirox's random grenades lands by another player)
    Chirox: See? Watch this!
    (The player activates a bubble shield just as the grenade explodes)
    Arlando: Yeah. Nice kill.
    Chirox: Shut up.
    Arlando: Forget it. Your hopeless. What's Tahu doing?
    Tahu Nuva: I'm over here. Look at this.
    Arlando: What? (walks over to the Makuta's computer)
    Tahu Nuva: These are the 2009 sets.
    Arlando: On some German website? Can you understand what it says?
    Computer: LEGO BIONICLE Zesk 8977 voraussichtlicher Erscheinungstermin: April 2009 Artikelnummer des Herstellers: 8977
    Tahu Nuva: No. This is some guy named Zesk. That box design is such a rip-off of the Phantoran ones.
    Arlando: Yeah. What about the canister sets?
    Tahu Nuva: The fire one is named "Malum." I have no clue what the heck he is supposed to be. The only thing I can really tell about him is that he has a Zamor Sphere launcher and he's ugly as Gorast.
    Arlando: I really hope for your sake she didn't hear that.
    Tahu Nuva: Oh, get real. She's with Makuta and Antroz and the rest of them searching for whatever happened to Brutaka and his "Federation of Pansies."
    Arlando: Well, I think you should-
    *knock knock*
    Tahu Nuva: Perhaps that was a bad thing to say.
    Arlando: You bet. Quick, hide!
    Tahu Nuva: What?! A Toa-
    Door: *BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!*
    Tahu Nuva: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
    Arlando: Oh no. Whatever you are, come out!!!!
    Omega Turtle: I, buh, am right here.
    Arlando: What?
    Omega Turtle: I smell Mr. Coffee.
    Arlando: The coffee maker?
    Omega Turtle: Yes. I want it.
    Arlando: Well, you can't have it.
    Omega Turtle: It's turtle time...
    Arlando: What the...
    Omega Turtle: BBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!! (charges at Arlando)
    Arlando: Oh no. (pulls out a frying pan and swings it)
    *BONG!!!!!!!*
    Omega Turtle: Ow...(slides across the kitchen)
    Tahu Nuva: Whoa.
    Arlando: AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!
    Omega Turtle: I...will...have...Mr. Coffee!!!
    Arlando: Mr. Coffee?
    Omega Turtle: Look!!! It's the Covenant!!!
    Arlando: Huh? (turns around while Omega Turtle grabs another frying pan) Wher-*BBBBOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!!*
    Omega Turtle: Hahahahahaha!!!! (throws the pan, which misses Chirox's head by inches)
    Tahu Nuva: WHOA!! What the heck?!
    Omega Turtle: (pulls out a knife) I must have the Mr. Coffee!!
    Arlando: Uh oh...
    Tahu Nuva: NO!!!! (launches a fire blast, destroying the "Mr. Coffee")
    Omega Turtle: NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
    Arlando: Let's get out of here!!!
    Krika: (climbs through the window) Ow...my head. That's the last time I ever try to fly a vehicle.
    Tahu Nuva: Wait a minute. How'd he get here?
    Arlando: Ok, this is officially becoming the weirdest it ever has.
    Tahu Nuva: I am gone.
    Arlando: Me too.
    (Tahu and Arlando rush out of the apartment)
    Chirox: (runs over to the kitchen) What happened?
    Omega Turtle: He smash Mr. Coffee!!!
    Chirox: What?! WHO?!?!
    Omega Turtle: Tahu and big ugly man!!!
    Krika: This is terrible!!
    Chirox: They shall pay!
    Krika: And how are you going to do that?
    Chirox: I have no clue. But I will do something! (flies off through the window in the direction of the house..)
    Krika: Yeah, that's what worries me.
    Along the street outside the apartment...
    Makuta: Brutaka?
    Brutaka: Ow...yes?
    Makuta: What are you doing on the sidewalk?
    Brutaka: We tried to attack some Toa, but they pushed us off their car.
    Vezon: Yeah. And it hurt.
    Antroz: I can tell...
    Vamprah: ....
    Gorast: Well, you guys are all better now, so you can go off and find Miserex!!
    Carapar: (scowls at Gorast)
    Gorast: WHAT?!?
    Brutaka: Fine. But when I get back, there better be a ham and cheese sandwich waiting.
    Makuta: Yes. Fine. Whatever.
    Takadox: We're doing this for a HAM AND CHEESE SANDWICH?!?!!?
    Brutaka: Yeah! Awesome, isn't it!!!
    Takadox: Asgdhasfgajfgalf;gjajoafpoadkf!!!!!!
    Brutaka: Yeah, I have trouble putting it into words too.
    At the house....
    Tahu Nuva: Hey, Tahu! Look! It's my new friend, Arlando!!
    Arlando: Hey, Tahu.
    Tahu: Hey.
    Brenmac: What are you guys doing?
    Tahu: Um...discussing a new bungee jump place.
    Brenmac: Really? Cool.
    Tahu: Yes. Wanna try it out?
    Brenmac: Uh, well-
    Tahu: Of course you do-*SHOVE!!!*
    (Brenmac falls out the window)
    Brenmac: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*WHAM!!!*
    Tahu: Ha ha ha!!!
    Brenmac: Argh...
    Later...at night...
    Tahu: Zzzzzz.....
    Chirox: (slips in through the window and pulls out a kitchen knife)
    Brenmac: What are you doing?
    Chirox: I'm going to kill that fire Toa! He busted my coffee maker!!
    Brenmac: Hmm..I can help with that...
    Tahu: Zzzz-huh? Wha-? Who's there?
    Brenmac: No one, Tahu.
    Chirox: And me!!!
    Brenmac: Shut up, Chirox.
    Tahu: Wha...what time is it?
    Chirox: It is time to die, Tahu.
    Tahu: Time to....huh?
    Chirox: The knife demands sacrifice...listen...
    *crickets*
    Tahu: It sounds a lot like...crickets.
    Arlando: Yeah... now why don't you-
    Chirox: The knife demands blood!!
    Brenmac: Umm....
    Chirox: Die die die die die!!!
    Tahu: Oh MY....AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
     
    -MT
  18. MT Zehvor

    The Super Chapter

    By MT Zehvor,

    After the deleting post rage done by the BZP server, 80+ chapters are gone from my comedy. However, the two most famous, chapter 282, the longest chapter in BZP history, and chapter 300, which was saved by Mister Matoro. Hopefully he will post it here soon.
     
    If you happen to have an old chapter from TBTTRAH that's past 239, please post it here.
     
    And now...I present....the longest chapter in BZP History.
     
    Chapter 282: The Battle for Bionicle Western
     
    Life as a plastic Bionicle is actually a lot harder than it looks. There are a lot of tough obstacles to overcome, ways of life to learn, and, of course, there are all the weirdoes you have to live with.
     
    One of these Bionicles had adapted very early on, but life had still been tough for him, since everyone wanted to talk to him and get him to “magically” grant their wishes. What did they think he had? Super powers?
     
    In reality, actually, it wasn’t that far from the truth. The Bionicle was a Toa, named MT, who had these powers, at least, in this domain, because he was the author of a comedy, or something like that. All he knew was that somehow he was responsible for everything that happened here, and he was always the one who people complained to if something wrong or offensive went on, since Tahu always seemed to point to him.
     
    Tahu was, at his best, a vocal leader. At his worst, he was noisy, inconsiderate, and sometimes was downright stupid, especially if he didn’t get to sleep at a reasonable time. He had been named leader of the house from the time his group of Bionicles had entered the house, which they had found abandoned, except for some odd other Bionicles waging a war. Tahu’s group quickly put an end to the war and took over the house. Since then, Tahu had gained a reputation as an evil criminal, for he had flown offensive signs over cities, robbed banks, given orders to rob banks, attacked other house, and even had been the end of a police officer or two. Tahu was, for the most part, actually easy to get along with, but he had to, as he put it: “I usually act nicer in the morning after I’ve killed something.”
     
    The Bionicles were so afraid of having him as their leader that they decided to make it a co-dictatorship, and since Tahu commanded that it could be only Tahus on the throne, they picked Tahu Nuva, the set that came out in 2002, to rule alongside Tahu. Tahu Nuva was not at all like Tahu. Tahu Nuva was not so quick to jump to action, he was a heck of a lot nicer, and he didn’t kill people. But one thing the Bionicles could never figure out was his strange addiction to glass windows. And if you ever broke one of his windows, he would make Tahu’s anger look mild.
     
    Life here was not very peaceful. One of the causes of that had been the arrival of the Glatorian. The new sets had not at all gotten along with the turtles. Normally, turtles would not have been a problem, but these ones had been infused with coffee, making them much stronger, larger, and it interrupted the turtles when they were talking with a “buh” between every few words.
     
    The turtles had actually been signaled by Tahu to go after the 2009 sets after the Glatorian had met and nearly killed the Inika in battle. Eager to get rid of a potential annoyance, the turtles scattered and defeated the Glatorian, and put most of them in Hydraxon’s baby pin, which served as a jail. Hydraxon had actually found the baby pin upstairs in the attic, and had at first thought it was a jail. Very few had actually ever escaped from the jail, so the Tahus had never told him what it really was.
    The turtles victory, however, was short lived by the arrival of a dark Takanuva, who looked like the real 2008 version of Takanuva, but had unlimited access to shadow powers, and was much stronger. He was eventually defeated by the turtles’ leader, Omega Turtle, but not before going rogue and knocking one of the Toa Zehvor, the guardians of the house, unconscious.
     
    The Glatorian did escape and managed to wreak havoc on the house once again, and were soon joined by the arrival of Tuma, who upon arrival, immediately went to eBay and ordered 200 Skrall to serve him as an army, and Fero, who went around the house looking for people to fight in his “Boxtus Arena.” Boxtus Arena was actually, well, a cardboard box. It was a huge box though, almost 4 feet tall, and no one who was put into the box could get out without tearing the box open. Recently, though, in a odd twist of events, Tahu had put Fero and Fero’s mount, Skirmix, in Boxtus.
     
    Right now Tahu was in the upstairs’ bedroom, meeting with the turtles’ leader, Omega Turtle, attempting to find out how he had done on a recent mission to steal a very important object from the neighbor’s house.
     
    “It was a buh success. I retrieved the item of valued and took it behind the house.”
    “Did you face any trouble? Resistance at all from the neighbor’s dog?”
    “Not buh really,” said Omega. “At least, none after I buh ate him.”
    “Well, I guess they really weren’t serious about stepping up their guard on us-”
    *RRRRIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!*
    “Stupid phone,” commented Tahu.
    “I’ll buh get it,” volunteered Omega, who then leapt up onto the bed and picked up the phone. “Buh hello?”
    “Yes,” came a dry, cracking voice from the phone. “This is Mrs. Feeny, your neighbor.”
    “Buh oh,”
    Ignoring Omega Turtle’s comment, Mrs. Feeny went right on with “Is the woman of the house at home?”
    “Yes, he buh is,” replied Omega.
    “He?” asked Mrs. Feeny, wondering if Omega had mixed up words. He had not, as it was.
    “Here, Tahu. Its buh for you,” said Omega with a snicker.
    Suspicious of Omega’s smile, Tahu picked up the phone and prepared for the worst. “Hello?” he asked, nervously, hoping it wasn’t another police chief calling about something.
    “WILL YOU KEEP YOUR ****ING TURTLES OUT OF MY PROPERTY!!?!?
    Struck by the sudden ferocity of Mrs. Feeny’s voice, she never spoke like this, Tahu replied “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “YOU ****** LIAR!!! NEXT TIME, I’M GOING TO KICK THE LIVING **** OUT OF-”
    “Oops,” Tahu said sarcastically as he “accidentally” placed the phone back into it’s holder. No surprise, the phone rang again in a few seconds, but Tahu simply yelled to the living room for someone else to pick it up. They could get chewed out instead.
     
    The Bionicles had been having problems with their neighbors, and, for that matter, almost everyone, for a long time now. The turtles’ annoying habits of beating up the neighbor’s dogs and breaking their windows, not to mention the incident with the stolen wallet, had translated to a bad relationship between the two sides. Mrs. Feeny, as Tahu knew, was very old and usually quiet, but he knew she could get very hot if she was pushed over the boundary.
     
    Tahu leapt off his recliner, which he called his throne, and headed for the X-Box 360 which he kept on the other side of the room. He inserted his Halo 3 CD into the machine and took the controller. Finding himself a comfortable seat on the bed, he selected “matchmaking” from the menu and got set to try and finish out of dead last on a game of Halo Live--for the first time in 173 attempts.
     
    Meanwhile, downstairs, Omega Turtle was rather glad to not have to give a report of his doings to Tahu. He liked Tahu somewhat, after all, the Fire Toa was rather nice to him, but his missions were usually boring, such as guarding the house while he went to Wal-Mart or E.B. Games. His last mission, to take out any threat that Mrs. Feeny’s son’s Bionicles might be, was rather interesting, but missions like that were not an everyday occurrence.
     
    His thoughts were interrupted by the presence of a Ko Matoran walking down the hallway towards him. Omega recognized him. He was Mister Matoro, a veteran fighter, and a good friend to most other than Carapar.
     
    “Hello, Omega,” said Mister Matoro.
    “Buh hi,” replied Omega Turtle. He noticed that the Matoran was carrying an unusual amount of weapons, even for him. “Any reason for the buh excess of weapons?”
    “Not an excess. Hopefully just enough. Levacius has called a meeting and he asked me to bring a large amount of weapons.”
    “But a buh wagon full?” asked Omega, noting the miniature wagon that Mister Matoro was pulling behind him.
    “Hey, you know, you can never enough precautions. He didn’t specify how many to bring, and better safe than sorry.”
    “There’s going to be a lot of buh sorry people if one of these buh things go off,” muttered Omega Turtle. “Need me to help pull?”
    “That would be nice, if you wouldn’t mind.”
    “Buh ok. Let’s go.”
     
    So the two started off towards the meeting sight, Mister Matoro in front, Omega Turtle and the wagon in back. It wasn’t long before they reached their destination, one of two downstairs’ bedrooms. This one was also the base of an army of MoCs, and the leader of the army, a titan named Syrux, had dubbed the room “Sembridge.” It was also the only way to get to the coffee mines, a set of underground tunnels and large rooms meant to mine coffee from the ground after an incident between a Toa of Coffee and 6 Piraka resulted in a very large coffee spill. Simply put, it was not one of Omega’s favorite places to visit.
     
    Syrux was about one foot tall in human length, a little shorter than Omega Turtle, and did not at all like visitors, unless they brought Oreos. Syrux was absolutely crazy about Oreos, and would do almost anything to get them, even if it meant lighting himself on fire. On this particular occasion, Omega was going to have to persuade Syrux some other way, since he did not have any Oreos on him.
     
    “WHO’S THERE?” boomed the deep voice of the MoC leader.
    “Buh me. And my friend. Now, go buh away before I hurt you.”
    “Omega Turtle?” asked Syrux.
    “Yes,” responded the turtle. “Now, get the buh out of here before I pound you into the buh.”
    “Uhhh....sure...”
     
    Although Omega was usually kind to most of the Bionicles in the house, he was deadly to those who didn’t like him. He was taller than all Bionicles other than Botar and a titan named Tarakavaseargent, and he carried an abundance of odd weapons, such as a shotgun, gravity hammer from Halo, and a lightsaber, although he usually lost his weapons and had to replace them. But the one thing he was most notorious for was his ability to eat almost anything. Rumor had it that he had eaten a 6 foot tall person once, although Mister Matoro wasn’t sure about how true that was.
     
    Mister Matoro guided Omega Turtle to a back corner of the room, where he asked Omega to stop. Peering into the darkness, Omega made out several figures in the darkness--Syrux never turned the lights on--and began to identify them. He saw Brenmac, the Toa of all elements on the left, Levacius, Toa of Lightning, MT, Toa of Coffee, Sonu, Toa of Fire, Hovoki, Toa of Sprite, and Tarakavaseargent. He thought he saw some others, although he wasn’t sure who they were. One of the others then spoke to him, and said:
     
    “Hello, Omega Turtle. Are you going to help us doing this?”
    “Uh....what the buh are you doing?”
    “If you do not know, why are you here?” replied the mysterious figure.
    “He is helping me bring the weapons, Rahkshiking,” responded Mister Matoro. “There is no need to be so accusing. Besides, any help is welcome, right?”
    “Correct,” announced Levacius from the middle of the circle. “Knowing where we’re going, extra help may be necessary for us to come out of this.”
    “And what is this big plan of yours, Levacius?” asked a 3 foot tall (in human length) giant who was standing by himself in the corner. Tarakavaseargent was his name, and he looked like a cross between a Tarakava and a Toa...except he was much taller than a Toa, a Tarakava, or both stacked up on top of each other. Omega hadn’t interacted with him much, except when they fought in the annual house fighting tournament. Omega Turtle had won that fight, 3-2, and had gone on to win the Super Battle, which was that championship was called.
    “Friends,” began Levacius, “it has come to my attention that a new threat to the house has arisen.
    “What could possibly be a bigger threat than having Tahu run our house?” joked MT, the Toa of Coffee.
    “Easy. They are bent on our destruction, Tahu isn’t. Tahu is just crazy,” replied the Toa of Lightning.
    “So what exactly is this threat?” asked another Toa of Lightning, Samzoraz. Although Levacius and Samzoraz did not look alike, their colors did resemble each other.
    “Remember the Bionicle Western?”
    “The what?”
    “The hotel Tahu and the rest of the Bionicles took over. I wasn’t there, I’ve only heard about it from MT and Mister Matoro.”
    “It’s in Miami,” began Mister Matoro. “Tahu had a “brilliant” idea to take over a hotel, and we did, taking out the clerks and everything. After dealing with potential lawsuits and all, we faced opposition from Makuta, who took over his own hotel. But his plans ended up destroying both his hotel and the Bionicle Western, so I don’t see how what could have happened.
    Levacius then spoke again. “Apparently, Makuta and his band of other minions have rebuilt Bionicle Western and are claiming to be the original owners of it. I have got word that they plan to use 4 Mask’s equipment to build one of those coffee meteors and launch it at the house, destroying it.”
    “And HOW did you figure this out?” questioned Tarakavaseargent.
    “I’m not a traitor, if that’s what you’re wondering,” responded Levacius cooly. “I found out this from Maxilos, who used to work with the Makuta but is now with Hydraxon in keeping watch over the baby pin jail.
    “So what do you think we should do?” asked Hovoki, the Toa of Sprite, who was speaking for the first time.
    “Simple. Build an army, race down there, and stop.”
    “That’s....going to be hard,” commented MT.
    “Please,” replied Levacius. “How hard can it be?”
     
    “No. I won’t go with you.”
     
    The harsh voice had come from Malum, Glatorian of Fire. He had responded to Levacius’ request for him to join their band and go to Miami.
     
    “Why not? You live in this house too.”
    “For one, you’re probably lying, and two, I’ll probably end up dying.”
    “I’m not lying, and if you stay here, you’ll die anyway if we don’t succeed.”
    “How do I know you’re not lying, Toa?”
    Levacius responded by launching a surge of electricity run through his blade and fly through the air. It slammed into Skrall, sending thousands of volts flowing through his plastic body and frying his Glatorian life game counter. The Glatorian was knocked to the ground, and for a minute, it seemed as if he was dead. He managed to get back up though, in pretty bad shape.
     
    “Now,” said Levacius. “Would I hurt you like that if I was lying?”
    “Nope!” replied Malum, giving a thumbs up. “I’ll be right there with you in Miami!”
    “And what about your friend here?” asked Levacius, gesturing to Vorox, who traveled with Malum because he didn’t like any of the other Glatorian.
    “qtrquotiquop” replied Vorox.
    “I’m going to go ahead and say that’s a yes,” announced Malum. “He’ll come too.”
    “Great. We can’t wait to see you fighting out there.”
    “And dying for you...” commented Malum as Levacius walked away. He looked at Vorox, who seemed to be his only friend. Vorox had speech problems, he could only speak with letters on the 1st row of the keyboard. No one else could speak his language, and only Strakk, the white Glatorian and Malum’s worst enemy, could understand what Vorox was saying. It was a big disadvantage, but he and Malum had learned to deal with it.
     
    “Well, I guess we might as well get ready, old pal,” said Malum, as he walked off, followed by Vorox, although none of them could get any readier than they were already. In fact, Malum had encountered several problems with fighting in his short life here, just over two weeks now. First off, his short stubby arms and plastic claws posed a threat to almost no one, except maybe a Matoran or Agori. Second, his Thornax launcher was made of rubber and was ineffective unless he wanted to annoy someone.
     
    Elsewhere in the house, Levacius’ friends were not having much success. MT had taken two others, Phantokamaster, a Krahka, and Mistikalord, another Toa, to try and convince Tuma and his army of Skrall. So far all they had gotten was “NO” and nearly a big welt to MT’s head, which was avoided with MT’s mask of teleportation.
     
    Tuma was not very friendly to anyone. The closest thing he had to friends were his army of Skrall. And his way of showing them friendship was to force them to call him “The amazing awesome all powerful wonderful Tuma.” More often then not, the Skrall forgot the whole list of adjectives and got in trouble with their leader.
     
    The Skrall were not very smart, they just followed their leader around, doing whatever he asked, unless they were met with a scary situation, such as a Fire Toa with a baseball bat. To try and inspire courage in them once, Tuma had engaged this Fire Toa in combat, but Tuma was easily defeated. Ever since then, Tuma had been leading the Skrall around the house in a quest to find a new sword for him, since his old one was shattered in the fight with the Fire Toa.
     
    “Why won’t you help? Even think about it?” asked Phantokamaster.
    “Because it does not help my army or me in any way!” shouted Tuma in return. “Why can you not understand that?”
    “We can’t-” started MT, “because of how it so obviously effects you. If they place you live in is destroyed, then where will you go after that?”
    “Well....” considered Tuma, “there was this great place across town I was thinking of.”
    “Oh, yeah? What was it called?” said Mistikalord in response.
    “Uh...pep bot...pet got...PET SHOP!!! That was it. Pet shop,” exclaimed Tuma, suddenly remembering.
    Phantokamaster looked from Tuma, to MT, to the skrall, to Mistikalord, and then back to Tuma again. He then leaned in very close to Tuma, knowing that fear was the way to convince Tuma’s army, and spoke quietly, “Do you know what goes on in pet shops?”
    “No....” Tuma replied, very unsure now.
    “They sell you to first fat kid with freckles and glasses that passes by on the sidewalk.”
    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Tuma.
    Phantokamaster stepped back in shock. He had expected this reaction out of the Skrall, but Tuma? This was unexpected.
    “I’ll join! I’ll join! I’ll join you!!!! Just don’t let them put me in a pet shop!!!!” wailed Tuma, in front of all the Skrall, who were now whispering and pointing at their leader.
    Phantokamaster turned to MT with an expression that seemed to say “are you sure we want this nut with us?” and then looked back at Tuma, and spoke softly. “All right. It’s ok. You can come.
    “YYYYEESSSS!!!! WE WILL BE FREE!!!!!!!” exclaimed Tuma with obvious glee. It was the first time that anyone had seen him actually express emotion. Phantokamaster immediately tore himself away from Tuma and retreated to his two companions.
    “So....you’ll be with us?” asked Mistikalord, interrupting Tuma’s odd celebration.
    “Of course,” announced Tuma. “We will conquer Bionicle Cistern!!”
    “Uh...that’s ‘Western’, Tuma,” said MT.
    “Whatever. Come Skrall, today is a joyous day in our history!!!” yelled Tuma, as he ran to the bedroom, celebrating happily.
    “And why do we want him with us?” asked Phantokamaster.
    “I have no idea,” answered MT. “All I know is that it’s on his list of people we should bring with us.”
    “And who is leading our ‘expedition’?” questioned Mistikalord.
    “He is. Why?”
    “No reason. But now I know another change that needs to happen along with Tuma going.”
     
    “**** IT!!!!!!!!” yelled Tahu as he died for about the 60th time on the game. He was not very good at Halo live, Halo, or any video game for that matter. Finishing in last place, and well behind the second to last player, he threw the controller across the room, shattering it into pieces against the wall. He walked over and turned the 360 off, and then put “buy new controller,” on his list of things to do.
     
    “You ok there?” came a voice from the doorway. It was Tahu Nuva, Tahu’s co-ruler.
    “Yeah. Stupid game.”
    “I thought you might like to know that there seems to be some sort of conference downstairs. I have no clue what it is.”
    “What do I care?” sneered Tahu. “They’ll probably go fly somewhere and try to get some more pretty masks.”
    “Yeah, well, you also might like to know that the Makuta, along with one of our helicopters, have totally dissapeared. No one has seen them for hours.”
    “Now THAT is a problem,” said Tahu, leaping off the bed. “Let’s go check out this conference.”
     
    The group was finally all together. It consisted of the 6 Glatorian, Tuma, Tuma’s army of Skrall, Levacius, MT, Phantokamaster, Mistikalord, Sonu, Hovoki, Tarakavaseargent, Mister Matoro, Omega Turtle, Samzoraz, Omega’s best friend, Terpo, Levacius’ helper “the Sergeant,” Fero and Skirmix, Brenmac, and another Turtle, this one famous for him always carrying around a chainsaw named Skidak. Together the group numbered 23, minus the 200 Skrall. Which brought up an interesting problem.
     
    “All right, me and my army would like to come with you, but we need to know something. Where are we going to get a vehicle large enough to hold all of them?”
    Levacius responded to Tuma’s question with, “We are going to take three different transports to the Bionicle Western. MT, Mister Matoro, and Mistikalord all know the way, so they will be piloting the three vehicles. The first is a helicopter, which we will use to strike from the air. Second is the armored car the Tahus stole, which will hold the rest of the army and will make a full blown attack on the Makuta with the helicopter. Lastly is the Porsche-”
    “THE PORSCHE?!?!” Fero exclaimed. He had just been built together a few weeks ago, but already knew that a Porshce was well out of Tahu’s financial reach.
    “Yes, a Porsche. I, um, asked Tahu to get Omega to retreive it from a neighbor.”
    “So THAT was what that old lady was yelling about on the phone,” Mister Matoro said, smiling.
    “How did you buh know she was buh yelling?” asked Omega Turtle.
    “I picked up the phone and listened to you conversation.”
    “I’m suspicous of you now...” Levacius said, staring at Mister Matoro. “Any top secret information that you know about the Makuta’s plans?”
    “Nothing that you don’t.”
    “Fine then,” replied Levacius. “Now, here are the listings for who rides where. Mr. Matoro, you will fly the helicopter. Accompanying you will be half of Tuma’s army, Skidak, Sonu, Hovoki, and Phantokamaster. On the armored car will be Mistikalord driving, Omega Turtle, Terpo, Tarakavaseargent, Samzoraz, the other 100 Skrall, and Tuma. Finally, in the Porsche will be MT driving, myself, Brenmac, Brutaka, the Seargent, and the six Glatorian. Oh, and by the way, we have a little extra help in case we need it. Also riding in the trunk of the Porsche, are the Sergeant’s clones. They will sneak out of the trunk and provide a bit of a boost in the main battle with the other two groups. Now, here is the plan. Hopefully all of us will arrive at the same time. There are cell phones in all three vehicles, don’t be afraid to use them. The helicopter will come first, sending the Skrall army down as paratroopers while the other others will man the turrets from the helicopter or fight in the skies with their jets or wings.
    We will wait until the Makuta notice the Skrall parachueting, and then the armored car will pull up and begin attacking. While this main battle is going on, the porsche will have snuck up behind the house. The smaller group will invade, take out any left Makuta, and eat a doughnut or two from the leftover free breakfast. They then will continue out to the parking lot, and assist the other two groups from the back of the Makuta army. The Makuta will be surrounded, and with no way out, will die horribly or surrender. Any questions?”
    “What if one of the buh groups doesn’t make it?” asked Skidak from the back.
    “Then...we will have to carry on as before. If group 1 or 2 doesn’t make it, then hopefully one group can hold out long enough for group 3 to go through the back of the hotel and assist them. If group 3 doesn’t make it, then hopefully the combined forces of groups 1 and 2 can defeat the Makuta without a sneak attack. If more than one goup misses, then don’t even try.”
    “Well then,” said the Seargent, “I suggest we all get prepared.”
     
    Tahu burst into the downstairs bedroom, only to find that he was too late. From the looks of it, the meeting had ended a little while ago. Dissapointed, Tahu turned to leave, only to hear Tahu Nuva beckoning him to come.
     
    Tahu Nuva was searching through a pile of papers, belonging to whoever had been in charge of the meeting. It gave the complete layout of their plan to defeat the Makuta in Miami and the way they would get there.
     
    But someone else was watching...and planning to keep the Tahus from stopping the 3 groups from walking into the Makuta’s trap.
     
    “I cannot believe I am doing this!!” yelled one of the Skrall above the whir of the helicopter blades. He was sitting next to, well, another Skrall. Along with the 100 other Skrall were Sonu, Toa of Fire,, Hovoki, Toa of Sprite, Krahka Phantokamaster, and Skidak, the turtle with a really sharp chainsaw.
    “Neither can buh I!” yelled back Skidak, idily flipping one of the switches on his chainsaw. The helicopter was completely laid out for attack, with turrets, and exit ramp for the parachueting Skrall, and set coordinates for the hotel in Miami.
    “All set for takeoff, Levacius,” Mister Matoro said into the com-link.
    “Affirmative. My group is also ready to leave. We are waiting on Mistikalord’s group-”
     
    As Levacius spoke, an armored car came spinning crazily from behind the house, with a loud “YAAAA-HOO!!!!” from the drivers window. Levacius shook his head and announced over the com-link to both the helicopter and the armored car, “All groups set to go?”
    “Affirmative,” replied Mister Matoro.
    “Uh...sure...yeah...” answered Mistikalord.
    “Then with that, you ready, MT?”
    “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
    “Even if I give you a backrub?” asked Brutaka eagerly.
    “Uh...no...that won’t make me more ready.”
    “Well, can I give you one anyway?”
    “Please don’t. I’m trying to concentrate,” replied MT.
    “Aww....” sighed Brutaka.
    Levacius shook his head and spoke again, “Then let’s leave. For the Bionicle Western!!!”
    And with that, the three vehicles took off, the helicopter into the air, and the armored car heading down the street right behind the Porsche.
     
    Tahu struggled against his captor’s grip. He had intended to walk out the door of the house and tell the groups to stop, but someone had make sure of it. Right now his head was pulled in so close he couldn’t turn it, but he did know that it was much stronger than him and a lot taller. Tahu Nuva, had been knocked unconscious, so he wasn’t much help.
     
    Finally they stopped in front of Hydraxon’s baby pin, where Maxilos looked at them. Tahu noticed that Hydraxon wasn’t there, which gave him a bad feeling. Whoever it was that was holding them dropped both Tahu and Tahu Nuva on the ground, allowing Tahu Nuva to turn around and look at who was holding him.
     
    “SYRUX?!?” the startled Toa exclaimed.
    “Yes, me. Who did you think it was, uh, um, uh, a really tall Bioincle with a disguise of me on?”
    “But why? Why did you do that? I know you aren’t bought off cheap.”
    “The Makuta offered me a plate of Oreos and a glass of milk.”
    “Well, there goes that impression I had of you,” Tahu muttered under his breath.
    “What was that, little Toa?” Syrux demanded, glaring fiercely at Tahu.
    “I SAID THAT I DON’T BELIEVE YOU AREN’T BOUGHT OFF CHEAP!!!!!”
    “You didn’t have to yell it in my ear,” Syrux said, holding his left ear.
    “Quiet, Toa,” came a robotic voice from behind them. Maxilos picked up the two Tahus and dropped them in the baby pin, not very gently, either.
    “So you’re in on this too, robot?”
    “I said, quiet,” answered Maxilos. “You’ll attract attention.”
    “OH, WILL I? I’M SO SORRY, I DIDN’T KNOW! MAYBE IF I QUIET NOW NO ONE WILL HEAR ME!!!”
    “Who the heck is yelling in my prison?” asked a voice from down the hall.
    “It’s Hydraxon,” whispred Syrux.
    “I know. What will we do?”
    “Uh....we’ll have to get rid of him.”
    “Kill him?
    “No, just knock him out and put him in jail.”
    “Sounds good to me-”
    “WHAT is this?” exclaimed Hydraxon, who was looking bewhildered at the sight of both Syrux and Maxilos standing guard to the two co-rulers of the house.
    “We are breaking away,” answered Syrux.
    “You will pay DEARLY for this treachery.”
    “I don’t think so,” answered Maxilos. “You’re outnumbered, two to one.”
    “YOU joined him as well?”
    “Why not? He offered a better deal.”
    “And it was?”
    “A bottle of oil.”
    Tahu slapped his forehead in disgust.
    “What?” asked Maxilos, to no one in particular. “My left leg is rusty!”
    Sighing, Hydraxon answered, “You’re plastic, Maxilos. You don’t rust.”
    Now very angry, Maxilos turned to Syrux, who simply smiled and said “Uh...I’ll get you something better later.”
    “You should hope for your own sake you do,” answered Maxilos, menacingly.
    “So, you two are breaking up the alliacnce now?” asked a hopeful Hydraxon.
    “Heck no. That one can of useless oil is better than anything you’ve ever given me.”
    “I was worried you’d say that. Well, I hate to do this, but I have to.”
    “What do you mean?” asked Maxilos, suspiciously.
    Without answering, Hydraxon threw two daggers, both striking weak points in Maxilos’ legs. Both lims instantly went dead. As the robot fell, Hydraxon fired his Cordak blaster at the ceiling, causing a large slab of the ceiling to come off. Looking up, Maxilos saw the impending danger and tried to get out of the way, but without the ability to walk, Maxilos couldn’t make it. He was crushed under a pile of rubble, and did not move.
    “One down, one to go,” said Hydraxon, smiling.
     
    Syrux was not so happy. After seeing half his team demolished in less than half a minute, he had to now defeat this jailer on his own. He moved forward, watching the smile dissapear from Hydraxon’s face. Syrux swung his double bladed staff and began the battle as Hydraxon picked up Maxilos’ staff and blocked the blow.
     
    Strakk was not having a good day.
     
    The white Glatorian had started off hoping to have a little fun evading Fero and Tahu, and maybe spend some time fighting for money. Instead, he had been begged, as he put it, to join this “noble” cause and defeat the Makuta, who he had learned nothing about from his short stay. But Gresh and Tarix thought that it would be so wonderful to heroically save the day and become famous. Strakk had no such wishes, for A: He wouldn’t get paid, and B: More than likely, all of the Glatorian would die, and C: Those that did survive would probably get no credit at all. So he was sulking in the back of the Porsche right now, and to add to his miseries it had started to rain, so the Toa driving the car had to close the convertable roof.
     
    Gresh, on the other hand, was extremely excited for the upcoming battle. He had always wanted to prove to everyone that he was indeed a great fighter, and the chance was here, in front of all the Bionicles. He checked, then doupled checked, and finally triple checked his weapons. Everything that a Glatorian could want was here, a chance to fight in a huge battle, the opportunity to take down some of the toughest Bionicles around, and to even have a sneak in mission? This was almost to good to be true.
     
    Tarix had mixed feelings about it. He had wanted to be nice and go with them, but he was worried now. He had no clue about what these Makuta were like, or how strong they were, or wether he could fight one to a one on one battle and emerge victorious. And what if the plan backfired and the Makuta discovered his group? That would mean even more trouble. They had to go undetected, since they were likely not large enough to fight off a number of these “Makuta.”
     
    Looking through the back window, he saw the armored car turn off onto another interstate. He wondered what was going on before Levacius announced to the everyone that they were splitting up in case someone was going after them. This worried him further. If someone came at them while they were driving, how would they protect themselves? All this translated into one very nervous, almost scared Tarix.
     
    Back at the house, Hydraxon was nervous as well. Syrux had proven to be a far tougher opponent than the robot Maxilos had. Syrux had used his staff to send energy bolts at him, and that had forced the jailer to spend most of the time parrying the blows with whatever he could find. Hydraxon right now was hoping that Syrux would run out of energy. Sure enough, Hydraxon’s wish came true. Syrux aimed his staff, looked at it quizically when nothing happened, and then tossed it on the ground angrily.
     
    Hydraxon was then reminded of why it’s important to think about what you wish for.
     
    As the jailer charged Syrux, prepared to defeat him in hand to hand combat, Syrux pulled out a taser that he had found while rummaging through Tahu’s “throne room.” Tahu gasped as he saw the taser, and knew it was the one that belonged to him. Hydraxon tried to stop, but was far too late, as a loud *ZZZZTTTT!!!!!* was heard, and then Hydraxon slumped to the floor.
     
    Syrux walked over, picked the jailer’s limp body up, and then flung it through the air into the baby pin with both the Tahu’s. Tahu dove out of the way to avoid being landed on by the unconscious jailer. Syrux walked over to the pile of rubble and dug Maxilos out of it. He sat Maxilos up, wondering how it turned back on. He pressed a few random buttons he found, and then frowned, wishing he had not knocked Hydraxon out.
     
    Still, he had the three he needed out of the way. He left Maxilos lying there, and walked towards the downstairs bedroom’s phone. When he reached it, he pressed in a numer, and waited for the response.
     
    “Hello?”
    “Hello, Gorast?”
    “Yes. Who is this?”
    “This is Syrux. As Teridax planned, a group has been sent out to stop your threat.”
    “You mean ‘threat,’”
    “What do you mean?
    Gorast laughed, an sound that made Syrux shutter. “Didn’t Maxilos tell you? There is no threat. He just passed the information on to get them to come down here. Once we defeat them, there won’t be enough resistance left in the house to stop us from taking it over.”
    “Ah. I knew you had something else planned. Well, they are headed your way.”
    “We’ll be ready.”
     
    Syrux put down the phone. In all honesty, he was not in this for the Makuta. He planned to let the Makuta, after they had defeated the strike team sent to Miami, to come back to the house and fight whatever Toa remained. After that, he and his army of MoCs would attack the Makuta, who would not be at full strength after defeating two sets of Toa. Then he would rule the house for himself.
     
    Upstairs, another being put the phone down. He was about Syrux’s size, though he had none of Syrux’s evil intentions. He considered what he knew from listening on that phone call, and then decided that since the battle between the strike force and the Makuta was out of his control, that he had to take matters into his own hands.
     
    The grey and white Takanuva armed himself and then recalled a phrase he had heard from Gali a long time ago. “If something is not right, then correct it.”
     
    Something was not right. He was going to fix it.
     
    Mistikalord was having the time of his life.
     
    He had spent the past hour driving crazily along the freeway, dodging other cars and reminding Tarakavaseargent of Mata Nui’s driving. Fast. Reckless. Definitely boardering on insane. He couldn’t understand why they just couldn’t bring Tahu along, he could drive fine and he knew the way. But Levacius had insisted.
     
    “If he could see what was happening to us right now,” Tarkavaseargent said to no one in particular as a sudden swerve sent most of the Bionicles in the back into the right side of the car, “He’d understand where I’m coming from.”
     
    He heard a load moan from the front, so he pushed himself off the floor and looked through the back window. He stood there, looking wide eyed at a police car, which had it’s lights on and was following them.
     
    “Everyone hold on!!!” yelled Mistikalord from the front. “We’re going to play a little game of tag with the cop.”
    “Driving an armored car?!” shouted back Tarakavaseargent. “Are you crazy? This thing’s top speed is like, 10 mph.”
    “It’s 90 mph, Tarakavaseargent,” Mistikalord said back with some hint of dissatisfaction. “Besides, if they catch us, they can’t open the car. It’s armored.”
    “Oh, yes, and then we go to jail for speeding, running away from arrest, and theft of a car.”
    “I hate these negative people,” Mistikalord said as he switched lanes and the chase began.
     
    Tahu was having a really bad day. After sucking horribly again on Halo Live, he had gone downstairs to investigate a meeting, only to be captured and imprisoned in a baby pin. And now his only chance of escape was lying next to him unconscious. Or maybe it wasn’t. He looked at Tahu Nuva, did some calculations in his head, and decided that it might work.
     
    “No. You can’t go any further.”
     
    The words had come from the 2008 version of Takanuva, who was currently standing in the way of Syrux reaching Sembridge. Syrux had found this most annoying...not that Takanuva cared.
     
    “And why not?”
    “Because I know what you are planning to do. You will not be allowed to help the Makuta.”
    “I stopped Hydraxon and both the Tahus. They are now trapped. What makes you think your fate will be any different?”
    “I was born lucky,” replied Takanuva with a smile.
    “Too bad luck doesn’t exist!!” yelled Syrux confidently, lifting his staff into the air and firing. Takanuva dodged, only to find that Syrux had quickly pulled out a rocket launcher and fired.
     
    Not worried at all, Takanuva simply waved his hand at it, and sent it into the other bedroom, where it exploded.
     
    “This...is a problem,” said Syrux to himself. He saw shadow and light energy dancing around the end of the staff. He backed up slowly, but then watched, puzzled, as Takanuva stopped. He then saw, or rather felt, why. Something sharp, hot, and plastic had just run through his mechanical body, short circuiting him. He screamed, and dropped to his knees as the spark ignited and caught fire. Tahu, who had stabbed him from behind, looked on shocked as the plastic melted, and eventually left nothing other than a really hot part of the floor.
     
    “How did you escape?” asked Takanuva.
    “Your well timed rocket blew up the front wall of the baby pin. I didn’t know you had a rocket launcher.”
    “I don’t. Syrux fired one and I...well...I was feeling it.”
    “Feeling it? What’d you do next?”
    “I stuck my hand out and used the force.”
    “WHAT?”
    “I don’t know. Just that magical power that doesn’t exist in the real world.”
    “You mean author powers.”
    “What are those?”
    “You found, I’m assuming, author powers. They are usually only given to those who run comedies, but you have some yourself know, it seems!”
    “Cool!” exclaimed Takanuva. “So can I destroy the house!”
    Instantly, the house collapsed.
    “Oops...” Takanuva said as he restored the house.
    “Hope none of Tahu Nuva’s windows were broke,” said Tahu with a slight cringe as he remembered the last time he had broken one of Tahu Nuva’s windows. “What now?”
    “Now we have to take precautions against the Makuta’s attack. It turned out that they don’t have a bomb like Levacius told me. They had Maxilos ‘leak’ the information to Levacius, and then he would lead a huge strike force to Miami, where they would be defeated. After that, the Makuta would come back here and conquer the remaining unsuspecting inhabitants.”
    “And so....”
    “We will get those who were left here ready to fight.”
     
    Mister Matoro pressed a few buttons and sent the helicopter higher. He was trying to not be noticed, as MT had recently reported to him that the armored car was in a bit of trouble right now with the police. If they knew that there were more Bionicles, well, then that would turn out to be horrible. He had recently made it over the boundary between the Florida and Georgia state lines, and decided to report this.
     
    “Hello. Porsche group, come in.”
    “Levacius here. Who’s this?”
    “Mister Matoro. We have just now crossed the state line.”
    “Godo job. We are almost there now. I have no contact with the armored car group.”
    “Uh oh.”
    “Yes....it looks like we may have to operate without one of our groups after all.”
    “Well, MT and I will keep you posted. Make sure no one sees you.”
    “Got it. See you there...hopefully.”
    “Hopefully.”
     
    Regardless of Tarakavaseargent’s bad day, Mistikalord was having the time of his life.
     
    He was dodging cars, avoiding police, and making it on the news more than likely, all things he had heard about but had always wanted to try for himself. The only problem was, the phone installed into the car had broken off during a sudden lane switch, and now they couldn’t talk to either of the other two groups. Mistikalord looked ahead and saw a sign reading: “Florida State Line: 2 miles.” Looking behind him, he saw about 6 or 7 police cars chasing them. he stepped on the gas and took off towards the line.
     
    Mister Matoro had set the helicopter to “hover” in order to give MT’s group time to catch up with his. Right now he was enjoying the sunset, and guessed that the surprise attack would begin the next day.
     
    Hearing his name called by one of the Skrall, he jumped down from the pilot’s chair and the controls which had to be made much smaller for him to use, and walked over. The Skrall simply pointed downards, and below the helicopter, he saw an armored car chased by 7 or so police cars.
     
    “Explains why they haven’t talked to us in a while,” Mister Matoro muttered. “Skrall! Prepare to open fire on the police car with the turrets!!”
    “What about these sir?” asked a Skrall as Mister Matoro got back into his pilot’s chair. He looked at where the Skrall was pointing, and saw several slabs of concrete.
    “What are we going to do with those?” questioned Mister Matoro.
    “We are going to do this,” replied the Skrall as he shoved one of the slabs off the open side of the helicopter. The slab fell about 5 stories before slamming into the winshield of the police car, killing the policeman inside and creating a huge traffic build up.
    “Uh...well...that solves our problem, since all the other police are stuck behind him. Do we have a not so deadly way to do it?”
    “Not...deadly, sir?” the Skrall asked just before bursting into laughter.
    “I thought so..” said Mister Matoro, and began to pilot the helicopter towards Miami.
    MT had thought he’d receive a message from Mister Matoro a while ago. They were now well into Florida, and he was wondering if they had just gone ahead.
     
    The sun had now set, and this posed another problem for him. He wasn’t the greatest driver around, and at night, it was almost scary. But then again, they could be in Mistikalord’s armored car.
     
    To most of the Bionicles’ in Mistikalord’s car’s relief, Mistikalord gave up the driving to Omega Turtle. No one knew how a turtle, who’s main source of energy was coffe, would drive, but it had to be better than Mistikalord.
     
    They all then found out how DEAD wrong someone can be.
     
    Omega Turtle began going at the same speed Mistikalord was at, only this time he was singing.
     
    “And the wheels on the buh armored car go buh round and round, round and round, buh round and round...”
     
    Deciding he had had enough, Tarakavaseargent went to sleep. When he woke up, it was dawn, and Mistikalord had fixed the phone. He was talking to Levacius, and they found out that while the helcopter and armored car were almost in the same place, the Porsche was far ahead of both. This was a problem, because if the Porsche was spotted, it would all be over. So Levacius had said that they would stop at a McDonalds for breakfast or something like that while they waited for the other two groups to catch up. Mistikalord said that was a good idea, and then they quit talking.
     
    Tarakavaseargent looked over at Samzoraz, who was still asleep, and then at Omega, who was nowhere close to sleep. Tarakavaseargent wondered if Omega Turtle actually ever slept. He had never seen Omega tired, let alone sleep. He guessed that the type of coffee they controlled was about the furtherest from decaf you could get.
     
    He got up and went to the front of the car, where Mistikalord was again driving.
     
    “Driving a bit safer now?” asked Tarakavaseargent.
    “Well, they threatening me with being eaten by Omega if I didn’t drive a little less recklessly, so....”
    “I don’t blame them at all,” Tarkavaseargent said under his breath.
    “Of course not. You were with them in their protests, weren’t you?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Maybe? What kind of answer is maybe?”
    “The only kind you are going to get. Why are you asking me all this weird stuff?”
    “It’s called boredom from not being able to drive reckelessly.”
    Tarakavaseargent smiled. “No, it’s called personal safety.”
    “Whatever you want to call it, it’s all the same.”
    “No. It’s really not.”
     
    Back at the house, the Bionicles were trying to protect their own personal safety. After waking Tahu Nuva and Hydraxon, Takanuva and Tahu had started going around the house and spreading the news that there was to be an attack by the Makuta, the Bionicles had begun to prepare themselves for what was to come.
     
    Not all of them got the message correctly, however.
     
    “No, no, no, no, you don’t understand,” said Takanuva to a Matoran hastly.
    “No, you don’t understand. Now, do you think I could make do with a size 6 coffin, or should I splurge and get a size 7?”
    “Why do you need a coffin?”
    “Because I’m going to die, stupid.”
    “No, you aren’t.”
    “You said the Makuta were attacking, right?”
    “Correct.”
    “So why are they not going to kill us?”
    “Because we will fight back.”
    At this, the Matoran burst into laughter, causing a scowl to creep over Takanuva’s face. The Matoran recovered soon and asked Takanuva “Good joke. Now what are we really going to do?”
     
    Takanuva sighned and walked away. Apparently some Matoran just couldn’t understand the idea of fighting for themselves. He then saw Pridak, who was one of the bravest fighters in the house. As he neared the white Barraki, Pridak spoke to him. “Hey, Takanuva! What is our plan for surviving the Makuta?”
    “Plan? We don’t have a plan. We’re going to fight them.”
    Pridak instantly froze in his steps, then fell over and hit the ground as soon as the words left Takanuva’s mouth. “Did...you...say...fight?” came a now squeaky voice from the usually strong leader of the Barraki, just before Pridak fainted.
     
    Now very annoyed, Takanuva hoped to God that the strike team was not defeated by the Maktua.
     
    MT was hoping to God that the house had some sort of backup plan.
     
    He had pulled in through the back, sneaking behind the hotel. Ever since Mistikalord had told him through the inter-com that there was a Makuta out front with a sign saying “Park here, Toa,” he had become more nervous. He took a back way into the hotel parking lot, parking the car behind a few dumpsters so it would not be noticed. He thought he had done a great job of keeping their existance here a secret until someone passing by announced:
     
    “HOLY ****, it’s a Porshce!!!!”
     
    That was when things had started to go downhill. After rushing his team inside through a 2nd story window, they now were stuck with a big challenge, possibly the biggest of the trip.
     
    “Those...are...stairs!!! I can’t go down them!!!!” a nervous Brutaka said, quaking with fear.
    “Please. It’s staris. So what?” asked the Seargent.
    “I...can’t....go down them!!!!”
    “Good lord...” said Tarakavaseargent to no one in particular.
    “I should’ve planned for this...” said Levaicus, now worried.
    “HEY!!! YOU TOA!!! STOP!!!”
    “Looks like your time to be afraid just ran out, buddy!!” announced the Seargent as he slapped Brutaka in the back, sending the stair-o-phobic titan falling down the stairs.
    “AAAAAAAAA”-*BONK BAM WHAM CRASH OW SLAM!!!*
    “See? Wasn’t so bad after all, was it?” asked the Seargent, more than a little sarcastically.
    “Yeah...great..” replied Brutaka, picking himself off the ground.
    “If you guys could hurry up and move, we might be able to get to the rendevous before an army of Makuta shows up,” said MT, blocking a shadow blast with his coffee sword.
    “Right,” the Seargent said. Grabbing Gresh, Tarix, and Vorox, he announced “flight 240 leaving for the 1st floor departs now!!” and jumped off the edge.
    The landing was not nearly as succesful as the take off. The Seargent crashed into the ground, sending the threee Glatorian sprawling. He picked himself up and headed towards the front.
    “We need to go, now!” shouted Levacius. “Here come more Makuta!!”
    “I’ve got it” said Brenmac, as he fended off a couple of lasers.
    “Why wait?” asked MT, as he teleported the Makuta away.
    “Wow. That was...quick,” Brenmac said.
    “And inneffiecent,” noted Levacius. “They just teleported back.”
    “Well, if they aren’t going to be nice and stay away, then we’ll just have to leave ourselves,” replied MT as he activated his mask and teleported the three Toa away.”
     
    Outside, the battle had begun. 100 Skrall had parachueted from the helicopter, ready to join the other 100 Skrall in battle. Most of them had made it, and now an army of about 190 Skrall was charging at the Makuta’s army, which consisted of Rahkshi, Bohrok, and, well, Makuta. Shadow, energy bolts, and fruit flew everywhere, and when the front lines met, it was shadow, energy bolts, and fruit...still flying everywhere...and not many hits.
     
    “And Levacius was buh worried about them?” said Omega Turtle to no one in paricular as he charged towards the Makuta. He leapt into the air, his huge body and coffee powers becoming impossible to notice. But it was only the huge body part that the Makuta were worried apart.
     
    *CCCCCRRRRRRRUUUUUUUCCCCHHHHHHH* went the sound of plastic as Omega Turtle landed, cracking plastic limbs and weapons as he landed. Mutran looked at his leg and performed a mid battle amputation, while continuing his fight with a Skrall.
     
    “That was buh fun!!!” exclaimed Omega Turtle, as he began to reapeat this process of leaping and squishing. For the most part, it was making up for the Skrall being the pathetic fighters they were.
     
    Sonu manned a turret from the air, then noticed Antroz, Chirox, and Vamprah swooping down, ready to attack an unsespecting Omega Turtle from the back. “Let’s go! We’re going after those Makuta!!” he yelled to Hovoki and Phantokamaster. The Krahka and two Toa leapt out of the helicopter’s open side and flew after the Makuta, blasting away.
     
    Antroz got nailed by a fire blast in the back and looked behind him, somewhat surprised that anyone would dare to interfere. He saw what appeared to be three Toa following them. Signaling “3 Toa” to his companions, they split formation, flipped over, and came back.
     
    That was when they got their second nasty surprise of the day. Phantokamaster, seeing Omega Turtle, flew over the Makuta, then shapeshifting into Omega Turtle. Shell shocked at what had just happened, the Makuta tried to get out of the way, but their wings were crushed beneath the unbearable weight. Antroz, Chirox, and Vamprah went spiraling towards the ground while Phantokamaster shapeshifted back into his usual forms.
     
    The Skrall were losing the battle. Badly.
     
    Despite Omega Turtle’s efforts, he had been effictively cornered and was now doing his best to eat Rahkshi that came to close and fend off blasts from ones that stayed far away. Meanwhile the Skrall were being beat back by the stronger Rahkshi and Bohrok.
     
    “They just don’t make Bionicles like they used to!” commented Tarakavaseargent, hitting a Bohrok and sending it’s Krana flying.
    “Yeah, I have to buh agree,” replied Terpo, who picked up a Rahkshi Kaita and threw him as far as he could, which turned out to be right into three Makuta who had a date with the ground in a few seconds. And then they were rescheduled for a trip into a tree.
    “I wonder where the Porsche group is...” said Tarakvaseargent, stomping on a Rahkshi and knocking the Kraana out of another.
     
    Right now, the Porsche group was inside trying to deal with being surrounded by anrgy Rahkshi and Icarax. At first, Brutaka had suggested attacking them, and that was answered by being hurled across the room by Icarax. It was looking rather hopeless, until another Rahkshi went up to Icarax and whispered something to him.
    “I see. Well then, return outside, and tell him that I will be there soon.”
    The Rahkshi nodded and turned to go outside. But as soon as Icarax’s attention was on the Porsche group again, the Rahkshi whirled around and sliced Icarax’s head off, then took out two Rahkshi who had moved in on him. The rest of the group had no clue what was going on, but they weren’t going to waste the opportunity. The Seargent and his clones began smashing Rahkshi, MT and Levacius took Rahkshi out with elemental energy, and even the Glatorian got in on the action, with Skrall picking one up and hurling it across the room into a trash can.
     
    MT turned around to the Rahkshi as soon as the last of the Rahkshi had been defeated. “So...who are you?”
    The Rahkshi laughed, something that no Rahkshi could do, and then glowed brightly and began to change.
    “BRENMAC?” asked a stunned Levacius.
    “Yes,” replied the laughing Toa, “didn’t you remember? I have the same mask as Matau. I can shapeshift.
    “You Toa get all the good powers and all I get are these oversized claws and a rubber launcher?” complained Malum out loud.
    “We still have a job to finish,” a shaken up Brutaka said, “let’s go.”
     
    Skidak was the most scared he’d ever been.
     
    Seeing the demolishment of the Skrall, he had leapt off the helcopter with nothing but his chainsaw. He had originally intended to land on the roof, but it was looking like that wasn’t going to work out now because he was too far away to land on the roof. So he had leapt out of the helicopter....to fall to his death. It sounded like something Carapar would do.
     
    There was still a small chance. As he neared the hotel roof, he saw that he might be able to grab the roof and fling himself through the window on the top floor. He only hoped it was open.
     
    He was getting nearer...and nearer... “Now!” he said, streaching his arm out and grabbing the gutter. It creaked under the sudden wait, but Skidak’s direction had changed. He went flying through the window, smashing through the glass and a very startled Teridax.
     
    “Buh...sorry about the buh window....HEY!!! You are buh Makuta!”
    “Yes..” replied Teridax, sinisterly, with evil his eyes.
    “What the buh are all these barbie dolls lying around the buh floor?”
    “I’m so evil, I tickle these poor helpless dolls,” replied the terrible villian.
    “You torture inanimate plastic buh objects.”
    “Yeah. Aren’t I so evil?”
    Teridax’s last question was answered by a doll flung into his chest. It knocked him back a few feet, but it seemed to wake him up for a battle. “Oh, so that’s how you want it, huh? Well then, I guess Billy here gets a few more tickly-wicklys!!
    Or...then again..maybe the doll to the chest didn’t...
     
    Outside, the Rahkshi had almost completely finished off all the Skrall when the Porsche group made it out. They were in no position to surround the Rahkshi, so instead they opened fire, dropping some Rahkshi and making the job easier for the front line fighters. A group of Vohrak noticed this and walked over to stop the threat, only to be teleported to Australia by MT.
     
    A loud “buh” went off, and Omega Turtle quickly scale the hotel wall. He was getting away from the Rahkshi, since there were so many. When he reached the top floor, he looked in the window, stopped, and went through the window a floor below. This puzzled the Rahkshi chasing them, but they didn’t hesitate to follow. Only problem was, they were met with Omega closing the window on them. And 20 stories is a lot higher than it looks.
     
    Skidak and Makuta had been trading blows for the past 5 minutes. Neither seemed to be able to gain the upper hand, because Skidak had a chainsaw, and Makuta had, well, the threat of killing Billy the doll, which wasn’t exactly a big threat, but this fight has to be epic.
     
    Suddenly the door broke down, and in walked Omega Turtle...with a gun.
     
    “You are going to buh die now.” *BAM!!!!!*
     
    Or, then...maybe it doesn’t have to be so epic.
     
    Makuta crumpled to the ground as his antidermis began to leak out. But it floated into something more powerful...the weird mutant thingy Mutran was working on. It was a 3 foot tall titan, towering above both turtles, and now it was really mad.
     
    “Maybe we should’ve buh just let him play with his buh dolls...” Skidak said as he started up his chainsaw.
     
    In the back of the trunk, MT and Levacius were madly looking through the collection of weapons, searching for something--anything, that could be of use.
    “Guns...swords...nothing..” announced Levacius, dissapointed.
    “Wait, here’s something...” said MT, digging out a cup of coffee that Omega had probably brought with him.
    “What good will that do?”
    “Watch.” MT took a small sip from the cup, aimed his sword, which was now glowing, and opened fire on the Rahkshi. It took an entire row out.
    “Now,” said the glowy Toa of Coffee, “what happens when we give this to say, um, Terpo.”
    “Buh? What?”
    “Drink this.”
    “Why the buh now?”
    “Do it.”
    Confused, Terpo drank it anyway, and felt himself grow stronger, more powerful. He went crazy, sending coffee bursts everywhere, destroying Rahkshi and Bohrok. MT joined him, using the caffiene power to rip through the Makuta’s ranks.
    “Oh, yes. I had forgotten about that hypermode thingy..” murmered Levacius.
    MT did his share of Rahkshi destroying, but it was mainly Terpo who finished off the Rahkshi. The rest of the strike force eventually joined in with defeating the rest of the Rahkshi, and soon, the victory appeared to be won.
     
    But it was not over for all. A rampant Makuta was giving two turtles, one with a machine gun and one with a chainsaw, a very tough challenge. Now in a dinosaur type body, and towering over both turtles, he was chasing them around the room, with the turtles getting any blows in that they could.
     
    Omega Turtle had a plan. If he could just get to the coffee pot on the table, he could enter hypermode and almost assuredly win the battle. But Makuta was watching. Guessing his intentions, he gave the hotel coffee pot a good whack and sent it falling towards the floor.
     
    Not to be defeated, Omega Turtle ran around the Makuta’s new body, dodging 3 or 4 swipes from the claws, and went for the save. He dove, getting one hand outstreached, and straining, he caught the coffee pot! He quickly drained it, and immediately went into hypermode, leaping onto Makuta’s new body and sending waves of coffee into his opponent. Makuta screamed from sheer pain, although Omega wasn’t sure if it was the coffee or the fact that Skidak had taken the liberty of cutting Makuta’s legs off with his chainsaw. Either way, the tyrant toppled over and hit the ground, his eyes closing for the last time.
     
    Brenmac burst into the room, followed by Hovoki and Phantokamaster. “Are you ok?” he asked. “What happened?”
    “We were just buh messing around...” replied Skidak, smiling. He and Omega Turtle walked out of the room, followed by the two Toa and the Krahka.
     
    Outside, MT looked over the battlefield. Rahkshi, Skrall, and Bohrok scattered everywhere. It looked like the victory he had been hoping for, although he still wasn’t sure how the Makuta knew they were coming.
     
    A person, about 6 feet tall, stepped forward out of the shadows. “Excuse me,” he said as MT turned to face him. “Do you own this property?”
    “Yes, yes I do.” MT replied with an ounce of truth in his statement.
    “Well then, you have won our grand prize!!!”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Best decorated business, with all the Bionicles on the lawn, and the Bionicle Western, and even having a robot controlled Bionicle talk to me! This is perfect!
    “Uh...yeah...life is definitely weird controlling myself as a robot...”
    “Because of your hard work, you have won this luxury resort. We have already installed it on the property over there, which is also yours.”
    MT looked and saw that he was referring to the property where the Makuta’s hotel had stood a year and a half ago.
    “How do you like it?”
    “It’s...wonderful.”
    “Well, again, cogratulations! Be sure to enter in another one of our contests again!”
    “Right...I will..” MT
  19. MT Zehvor
    After looking over the rules for the Glatorian Action Figure game, I decided to change some of the rules and make them better. See if you like them better. This game's set of rules includes the Mistika, Phantoran, Glatorian, Tuma, and Fero & Skirmix as the intended players, but you can make up rules to include some of the older sets or your own MoCs if you want. So, I present...
     
    THE MT BIONICLE GAME THINGY
     
    Moving: Every single character, from titans such as Tuma to munchkins like Zesk get to move the length of one ruler, 12 inches, per turn, in any direction. 12 inches is the maximum moving length, but it is not the minimum. For example, if I was playing as Skrall and fighting against Strakk, I could move 5 inches and attack from there. There are no move shots, and you do not move your character to where your Thornax/Ghost Blaster lands. I like this way better because with the old rules, you turn yourself into a huge target as soon as you shoot and you have to move there.
     
    Attacking: There are two ways to attack. You can either melee or shoot. Shooting is pretty self explanatory, you fire the launcher at your opponent(more on what the launchers do later). A Melee is where you get close enough to your opponent and attack him with your weapon. When you Melee, you can only control the limb that you are using to attack. For example, if I was using Bitil to attack Gorast, I could only move his arm. You can move the arm anyway you want as long as the rest of your character doesn't move. If the rest of the character moves, the attack is null and you replenish your health.
     
    Agori/Matoran(optional): These guys work as a sidekick. You can move both your main character and your Agori/Matoran each turn, if you choose to have them in the game. They can melee attack, which takes off 1 health. Each Agori/Matoran has 5 health.
     
    Canisters: You don't need these. There are no special shields in this game.
     
    Now, here are a list of characters and what they do:
     
    Mistika: If you have a Toa Nynrah Ghost blaster and you hit your opponent, it takes away 1 health from your opponent and hold him or her in the place where he for his next turn. (That is, if I have Tahu and I hit Bitil, he loses 1 health and has to stay where he is for the next turn, although he can shoot or melee if I'm close enough) The Makuta Blasters take control of the opponent's body for 1 turn. (If I have Krika and I shoot Gali, then on her next turn I get to control her movements) Although you cannot make the other player hurt him/herself, although you can make the character attack any friend he/she has in the game.
     
    You can only use the Mistika blaster three times in a game.
     
    Each Mistika has 15 health and a Mistika melee takes away three health from an opponent.
     
    If you have Tahu, you can activate a shield which makes you invincible to attack after attacking. You can do this once per game. If you have Onua, you can take away two more health on a melee. This attack also can only be used once per game. If you have Gali....well...you can play this game in a pool. And you might be able to get some TV reception on those antenna ears.
     
    Makuta masks don't do anything.
     
    Glatorian: These guys are a lot easier to explain. Each melee takes away three health, like the Toa. Thornax shots take away one health per shot. Thornax shots can be used endlessly.
     
    Each Glatorian has 15 health.
     
    Tuma: This guy is a toughy. He has a Thornax, which he can use endlessly. He has 30 health and his melees take away 5 health. You will need multiple players to beat this guy. And I'm talking Glatorian/Toa/Makuta, not a Glatorian and an Agori.
     
    Fero & Skirmix. Fero is the equivalent of an Agori, meaning he has 5 health. Skirmix has 20 health. Since these guys are different people, both can attack each turn. (meaning a melee for Skirmix and a Thornax launch from Fero) Each melee from Skirmix takes away 5 health.
     
    If you kill Skirmix, Fero gets off and continues playing by himself. If Fero dies, Skirmix continues playing. You can only hurt Fero OR Skirmix on each turn, not both. (unless you have multiple characters)
     
    If you have more than one character, each character gets to move per turn.
     
    I think that pretty much covers it! Reviews and suggestions on how to make my rules better are welcome!
     
    -MT
  20. MT Zehvor

    Levacius Vs. Mesonak

    By MT Zehvor,

    LEVACIUS vs. MESONAK, Part I
    The site: Boxtus Arena
     
    "Hello, everyone," boomed Tarakavaseargent's voice over the megaphone, "and welcome to Boxtus Arena, where we have a special treat for everyone. The fighting match of the month, so far. Please welcome the utterly horrible and pathetic Levacius and the amazingly awesome Mesonak!!!"
     
    Levacius yelled something back about making it to the Super Battle in TBTTRAH Fighting Competition and Tarakavaseargent not even making it to the Final Four, but Tarakavaseargent ignored him.
     
    "And, to make this fight even more exciting," continued Tarakavaseargent, "we have sidekicks of both Mesonak and Levy that will be fighting alongside their partners. Please welcome....Toa Janex and Orriseeus...Orrisius....how do you say that? Whatever, Omega! Unleash the sidekicks!!!!"
    "Buh....sidekicks?"
    "You know, those two guys back there that kept trash talking."
    "Oh, buh them. Oh, well, see...I missed lunch and...."
    "You're kidding right?"
    Omega shook his head.
     
    Tarakavaseargent turned back to the crowd sitting on the makeshift stands by the arena. "Uh, it seems the two sidekicks have been permanently delayed, so the fight will begin, now!"
     
    Mesonak turned towards his opponent and fired a blast of shadow. Levacius dodged and fired a blast of lightning. Mesonak absorbed the blow and charged towards his opponent. Levacius raised his staff and swung. Mesonak ducked underneath and tackled Levacius to the ground.
     
    Levacius for one, hated sports. Couldn't stand them. So, when he saw someone trying to pull a football move on him, he went absolutely crazy.
     
    "WHY THE **** ARE YOU TRYING TO TACKLE ME?!?!?!" he screamed randomly before kicking Mesonak 10 feet in the air.
     
    Mesonak began waving his arms crazily in the air. As he came down, he collected himself, tucked his head under his arms, and rolled to a safe landing in the box.
     
    He pushed himself into a fighting position and saw the angry Toa of Electrified Tea charging him. At the last possible moment, he swung his staff out and tripped Levacius. The two wrestled on the ground, until Mesonak, who was slightly stronger, gained the advantage and hopped on top of Levacius.
     
    "You...are...defeated!" the shadow warlord grunted, trying to hold down his opponent.
    Levacius simply laughed. "You've forgotten already, haven't you?"
    Mesonak wondered what he was talking about, and then remembered as the Toa kicked him 10 feet in the air again.
     
    Mesonak flipped in the air and landed, now a little annoyed with Levacius. The Toa didn't seem to be rattled at all, though.
     
    That was about to change.
     
    Mesonak flipped out two panels on his arms and launched a set of firework type weapons in his opponent's direction. When Levacius dodged, Mesonak took aim with his staff and fired off a round of the twilight beam, a beam combining the power of a Toa of Light and the shadow power of a Makuta. Levacius tried to dodge this, but the beam was heat seeking and it knocked him head over heels. He rolled and crashed into the side of the box.
     
    Now neither one was feeling very good.
     
    Levacius pushed himself back up and collected himself. He then realized that Mesonak was nowhere within view. He looked around nervously and backed up against one of the cardboard walls.
     
    The Toa of Electrified Tea heard a battle cry. He whirled around and saw Mesonak leaping off the top of one of the walls with his spear pointed towards Levacius. The Toa wasted no time in reacting, rifling a lighting bolt that shocked Mesonak and sent him flying off course. He crash landed on the other side of the box.
     
    Mesonak grumbled something about how he hated being knocked into the air, and slowly got to his feet. Levacius tried a jumping kick, but Mesonak grabbed his foot and slammed him into the ground. He then tried to cut Levacius' foot off, but Levacius swung his other foot around and tripped up Mesonak. The Shadow Warlord crashed to the ground(again) and launched a vicious kick towards Levacius' head. His foot connected solidly, knocking his opponent unconscious. Mesonak got up, and prepared to finish the Toa off.
     
    But, as he was about to drive his spear into the Toa's heart, a Matoran fan named Vecolity in the stands above slipped on the stairway to the bleachers, and he slid down to metal stairway. He crashed into the scoreboard(don't ask why we have one) and cracked the foundations holding it. He drove his weapons into the stairway, keeping himself from falling, but the scoreboard had no way to stop it's own fall. It teetered for a second, and then collapsed, crashing into the edge of the stands and falling down into the box below.
     
    Mesonak summoned all his might and drove the spear towards Levacius, but stopped as he noticed the huge shadow above him. He looked up, saw the falling scoreboard, and gulped.
     
    The scoreboard crashed onto the Shadow Warlord, knocking him unconscious. And so, the fans watched eagerly for what would be the necessary advantage...
     
    Who would wake up first?
     
    -MT
  21. MT Zehvor

    Nikana

    By MT Zehvor,

    First off, no, I have not abandoned the Levacius vs. Mesonak fight. I am about halfway finished with it. (Hey, I'm a comedy writer, not a play by play announcer for WWE)
     
    Now that that has been said, I am here to confirm what I said earlier on TBTTRAH. Yes, I plan to write my first epic this summer, and it will probably only be written on for a summer. It will be called "Nikana," and it will be about the Toa Nikana, the Toa team that fought the Rurics for the house before the Mata, Nuva, Metru, and Omega Turtle showed up and won the battle easily.
     
    Discuss.
     
    -MT
  22. MT Zehvor
    Omega Turtle: Welcome again to Turtle crossing, the show where we make you look like a moron and then we laugh at you. And even with that, we are the most popular show of this kind on BZP according to our contestants.
    Brenmac: That's because this is the only show on BZP of this kind!
    Omega Turtle: If it's so bad, why did you want to be on it?
    Brenmac: I didn't. Mesonak "volunteered" me.
    Omega Turtle: Oh. Well, ok then. Today on our show we have a surprise: all the questions will be "what would you to do survive" in a certain situation? We have 4 guests as always. First up is Brutaka, a guardian put long ago on the island of Voya Nui to protect the Kanohi Ignika. He then turned traitor and killed a bunch of people.
    Brutaka: I want a ham and cheese sandwich.
    Omega Turtle: And then came the part which would make him look like a baby so we're not going to put it on here.
    Brutaka: *sigh* (sucks thumb)
    Omega Turtle: Next up, we have Fero, a bone hunter from Bara Magna. His occupation in the house is to bring Glatorian to a cardboard box arena upstairs.
    Fero: It was, before stupid MT starting making a blog in here. Now I can't keep any Glatorian in here, or they'll smash all the equipment.
    Omega Turtle: That sucks. Next we have XTRM, a giant creature with ten arms that looks like it wants to maim me.
    XTRM: Levacius...will...die...
    Omega Turtle: No kidding. If that's how you look at people you don't care about, your stare at someone you hate is probably lethal. Finally, we have Toa Brenmac, a Toa of...."everything?"
    Brenmac: That's correct. I am a Toa of every element.
    Omega Turtle: So, if a new element is created or discovered, then do you get it's powers to?
    Brenmac: You're asking questions that require thinking. This is the comedy portion of the blog. You don't do that in a comedy.
    Omega Turtle: Forgive me. Anyway, let's get on with the game. First down! You're stranded in a desert. Who would you take with you?
    Brutaka: Well, I would take a cow, a pig, and a bread baker.
    Omega Turtle: Uh, for what?
    Brutaka: A ham and cheese sandwich.
    Omega Turtle: Not a very convincing argument. No points for you. Fero?
    Fero: I would take Skirmix. He could get me out of the desert really quickly(+1)
    Omega Turtle: Ok, but what if Skirmix was too tired to move?
    Fero: Then I'll take another Skirmix to drag the other Skirmix.
    Omega Turtle: Whatever. XTRM?
    XTRM: Levacius.
    Omega Turtle: How would he help?
    XTRM: I can enjoy the last seconds of my life beating the tea out of my worst enemy.
    Omega Turtle: No points for that, since you die. You have to pick one to survive. Brenmac?
    Brenmac: I wouldn't take anyone, since I'm a Toa, and I can create water to drink.
    Omega Turtle: Boring answer, but it works. (+1) 2nd down: You're fighting Chuck Norris. What weapon do you use?
    Brutaka: And ham and chees-(MUTE, -1)
    Fero: A rock stee-(MUTE, -1)
    XTRM: I'll take a chainsaw.
    Omega Turtle: Gruesome, but it works(+1)
    Brutaka: Wait a minute. How come he gets a point and I don't?
    Omega Turtle: Because he actually picked a weapon. You picked a freaking sandwich.
    Brutaka: But a sandwich could-(MUTE, -1)
    Omega Turtle: Brenmac?
    Brenmac: I'll take you. You can eat him.
    Omega Turtle: (+10) Great answer. 3rd down: Who would you LEAST like to fight?
    Brutaka: A ham and (MUTE, -1)
    Fero: Tahu.
    Omega Turtle: Why Tahu?
    Fero: He has a taser.
    Omega Turtle: Works...(+1)
    XTRM: Myself.
    Omega Turtle: Why's that?
    XTRM: Because I'm the most dangerous thing around.
    Omega Turtle: Hmm...(suddenly lunges and eats XTRM in one bite)
    XTRM: Hey! Get me out of here!
    Omega Turtle: (spits him out) Not so dangerous, huh?
    XTRM: I wish you would brush your teeth.
    Omega Turtle: I wish you would wash your face!
    Brenmac: *AHEM*
    Omega Turtle: Right. Brenmac?
    Brenmac: I'd pick you.
    Omega Turtle: Why?
    Brenmac: Because you're the most dangerous guy around.
    Omega Turtle: I'm not Tahu!
    Brenmac: I know. I just thought you were-
    Omega Turtle: Well, if that's what you were going to say already, then it counts. Oh, by the way, good answer. (+10)
    Brutaka: Not Tahu whatever.
    Omega Turtle: So, at the end of 3 downs, the score stands:
    Brenmac: 22
    XTRM: 4
    Fero: 0
    Brutaka: -3
    Omega Turtle: Bye bye Brutaka. Any last words?
    Brutaka: Momma do you think they'll drop the bomb on my ham and cheese sandwich-(MUTE)
    Omega Turtle: Oook...4th down. What is the most important object for survival that you can have?
    Fero: A rock steed!
    Omega Turtle: Why?
    Fero: So you can have him fetch bones while you're dying!
    Omega Turtle: What do you not understand about the word "survival?"
    Fero: The word itself.
    Omega Turtle: What?
    Fero: (grabs a dictionary) S....u.....r...
    Omega Turtle: Right. XTRM?
    XTRM: Ten arms. You have 10 times the firepower.
    Omega Turtle: Most people have 2 arms already.
    XTRM: Oh. Well then, 5 times the firepower.
    Omega Turtle: (+2) Brenmac?
    Brenmac: I don't care, since I'm moving on anyways.
    Omega Turtle: I'll give you -50 points if you don't answer.
    Brenmac: I mean, a cell phone!
    Omega Turtle: What?
    Brenmac: You can dial 911.
    Omega Turtle *sigh* No points for that, but you do finish in 1st place. The standings are:
    Brenmac: 22
    XTRM: 6
    Fero: 0
    Omega Turtle: Goodbye Fero. Now for the showdown! Question #1: Who would win a battle between you?
    XTRM: Me.
    Brenmac: Him.
    Omega Turtle: No. I would intervene and eat you both. No one gets that point. #2, what is the name of Chuck Norris' little baby?
    XTRM: Uh...Bob?
    Brenmac: Chuckie?
    Omega Turtle: No, again. Last question: Am I awesome?
    XTRM & Brenmac: Yes!
    Omega Turtle: You both got it, so we end the showdown in a 1-1 tie. And so, to break the tie, I will ask Brenmac: What's your favorite band?
    XTRM: WHAT?!?
    Brenmac: Skillet.
    Omega Turtle: You win!
    XTRM: That's not-(MUTE)
    Omega Turtle: Any last words?
    Brenmac: I just totally owned, you, XTRM..uh, oh no. (runs)
    XTRM: (can't talk because he's muted) ......!!!!!
    Omega Turtle: We'll be back next week with more Turtle Xing. If you want to get in next week's edition, simply apply here.
    Brenmac: AAAAHH!!!!
    XTRM: ....!!!!
     
    -MT
  23. MT Zehvor

    Cot Thread

    By MT Zehvor,

    At the request of Mesonak, and because every time I add an entry it gets way off topic, I present the completely off topic thread, where you can talk about anything completely off topic.
     
    -MT
  24. MT Zehvor

    Snow!

    By MT Zehvor,

    Finally, after dealing with temperatures nearing 0, freezing cold wind and rain, and everything else unpleasant that winter usually brings, the first snow is here! It probably won't stick, so I'll have to go to school tomorrow, but it was fun while it lasted.
     

    It's a Buh Snow Angel!
     
    Or, at least, was fun for everyone but Tahu. He didn't like it very much.
     
    How about you? Have any of you guys had snow yet? (other than Rahkshiking, he lives in Hawaii)
     

    No. Quests for Household domination don't get snow breaks either
     
    -MT
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