ZippyWharrgarbl

I had a biggie with Bionicle: the Game on the Nintendo Gamecube.

 

See, on the Tahu levels, the game would occasionally bluescreen and tell me there was some sort of error. Both Tahu and Tahu Nuva had this problem, and I never found a way to resolving either than using sheer willpower to try and hold off the bluescreen long enough to finish the level. Tahu Mata wasn't as bad; while the errors seemed to happen whenever you were about to fight something major, you could hope for a save point and save often. Tahu Nuva, however, required luck and a lot of hope to get through with no errors.

 

If anyone knows how to fix this, I'd love to hear it, though I doubt that there is much that can be done about it.

I was under the impression that each entry would be judged by each judge. When it was accepted by every judge, it would be ready for polling.

 

Then again, I'm not even sure if there's a set of rules for the judges or anything. There probably is, so I guess all we can do is wait and see!

 

 

No, Bones gets the final say in all entries. As far as I know, he isn't expecting each of us to review every entry.

 

-TLhikan

 

Oh, I see! Well, that's understandable. Thank you!

I was under the impression that each entry would be judged by each judge. When it was accepted by every judge, it would be ready for polling.

 

Then again, I'm not even sure if there's a set of rules for the judges or anything. There probably is, so I guess all we can do is wait and see!

I had a go at it, and it's defnitely an improvement on the Breakout app. This one had a better mode of firing- instead of the two joysticks, I had a joysick for movement and a button for firing. In Breakout, the two joysticks were a little dodgy, seeing as you had to tap on the second joystick to fire and that would sometimes cause you to do a lovely swivel on your heel which, unfortunately, turned you away from the enemies you were trying to shoot.

 

Also, you get to choose a buddy. They dance when you're going through and choosing them, and one of these dances is the Gangnam Style dance. Sadly, in my brief experience with the game, I did not see an instance of the Robot. Also, the game has LEVELS and STAGES now. You can also buy fancy armour and weapons, but that's nothing new, as I understand it.

 

Also my buddy kept ditching me but that was okay because Breez probably has her own things to do and all, can't expect her to SAVE THE CITY or anything if she's got other stuff to do like, I dunno, watching TV or playing chess.

 

So, if that was too long of a read: It's an improvement on Breakout, which is good.

Thank you very much! c: I was going to give him a sword, but I screwed it up and accidentally started outlining the terrible sword, which led to the dodgy patchwork job on there. I might do other characters too, to go with him. I think I have some really old Chibi Glatorian lying around, in fact!

How many times is each entry going to be judged?

So I haven't put very much on BZP for a while, so I thought I'd put this up here!

 

The most Chibi Anime Tahu I've ever drawn

 

This has had a bit of a patchup on one leg, where there was an accident with the pen. This was drawn to celebrate me finding some really terrible, half-dry textas.

 

Critique is very welcome!

I need to know there lifestyles before the war. This won't be on any future story line (I maybe wrong), except for my fanon story line. If you find more info on it, you'll help me reshape my story line.

 

Well, what specifically would you like to know? Sorry that nothing I could find helped you, by the way. :c But if you ask me something specific- like, say, what a certain tribe was like or something, I'm sure I could come up with some well-researched theories!

 

At the moment, we know very little about their lifestyles, and all we have is mostly interpretation. We know that their daily life was managed first by rulers that cared more for their experiments than their people, and then by the Element Lords, who we know very little about. In the comic, a few of them saw the Energized Protodermis as something to make them more powerful, to be more powerful than the Great Beings themselves. So that should tell you something about their sort of ruling. Then again, this sort of view was mainly brought up by the Element Lord of Ice, so perhaps the Ice Tribe were mostly exposed to that sort of treatment.

 

We know that they seem to live on one big landmass, so they could possibly be more 'connected' as a group of tribes, with no real need to travel through water or air to get somewhere.

 

We know they used reptilian animals for, at the very least, transportation.

 

Other than that, you may need to do some interpretation of your own!

 

We know that before the war, the planet was relatively peaceful.

I would really like to hear about life before the Core War in future storyline! We'dbe getting a look at some Agori culture, and it'd be interesting to see what the characters did before the War happened! I mean, most of them might have had jobs!

 

Okay, so the best reference I coud find for life before the War is the comic All Our Sins Remembered, which you can find in the ninth graphic novel. Since I don't think you can find a digital version anywhere, I'll tell you what I could gather.

 

First off: the planet itself. By the looks of it, it's mostly one big landmass. The side of the planet that is shown does not seem to have any breakaway islands that are visible. This may have had an impact on the people residing there; perhaps there were less isolated communities. Our planet has several large landmasses, so some places you'd have to travel quite some way by air or sea. Spherus Magnans may not have had that so much.

 

Next, there are some images of the planet, not very much on the people themselves. You can see a desert city- so, the Sand Tribe didn't live anything like they do now. They had high-walled cities, by the looks of things. I'm assuming it's a city; the wall makes it look large. The Agori used dinosaur-like animals for things. There's an image of a couple of Agori riding on a sea-dwelling reptilian creature, which seems to have a saddle of some sort with sails attached to it. People- assumably Agori- are riding on it. This is accompanied by a caption labelling them "te living vessels that sailed the great ocean". They did travel by sea, possibly to get from one side of their big continent to another in a way that was quicker than travelling by land.

 

Before the Element Lords, they were ruled by the Great Beings themselves. They are described as "brilliant scientist-kings who lived inside a fortress with no entrance. It could be accessed only with their assent". So, they were ruled by "scientist-kings" that did not allow casual visitors. And after some time, of course, the Element Lords were created, as the Great Beings did not want to be bothered "with the day-to-day business of running a world".

 

Another quote that may be helpful: "Life on Spherus Magna was peaceful, if not always easy". So it seemed to be somewhat peaceful there.

 

I hope this helps somewhat! If not, I can see what else I can dig up!

Well, I think I have an answer for the multiple protodermis words. It could be like how some languages have more than one word for things. Also, we call liquid H₂O 'Water', and solid H₂O 'Ice', and Gaseous H₂O 'Water Vapour'. So we have three words for the same thing in different forms. It could be the same for protodermis.

I still really like Bionicle. c:

 

He banned anyone from leaving Metru Nui when they returned to it? I remember the Turaga wanted to keep Mata Nui's imminent death secret, but not that part.

I can't find that on BS01...

 

 

It's in 'Island of Doom', I believe. The first of the Bionicle Legends series. Dume forbade anyone from going after the Toa Nuva; specifically, Takanuva, who wanted to go along and help them. He also did not want to cause a mass panic, by the sounds of it, and told the Turaga not to tell the Matoran what was happening. The Matoran, however, knew something was up, and were not being told what it was. They started a strike of sorts, with Jaller leading the rebellion.

I have a quick question: Does every entry get the same amount of check-overs by the judges?

 

I'm getting right into the final corrections of my story (Thanks to TLhikan for pointing them out!), and I was wondering: if my story's word count varies with these changes (which are largely grammar and spelling related), do I change my entry form to account for the change, or do I simply note it when I post here to show what parts I changed?

 

Yes, you can change your entry form to reflect the change in word count.

 

However, you want to post the things you changed in your story topic, not here.

 

 

Oh, thank you very much! I will do that.

I'm getting right into the final corrections of my story (Thanks to TLhikan for pointing them out!), and I was wondering: if my story's word count varies with these changes (which are largely grammar and spelling related), do I change my entry form to account for the change, or do I simply note it when I post here to show what parts I changed?

Thank you very, very much! I'll get these things sorted out immediately.

 

It's good to hear that there are no canon inconsistencies, though! That was my main worry.

 

EDIT: Okay, I fixed up all the stuff you mentioned!

 

1) "I’m sure I am not the only one to notice this, but he seems to avoid public encounters which are one-on-one or require too much talk with another person"

 

was edited to:

 

"I’m sure I am not the only one to notice this, but he seems to avoid public encounters that are one-on-one or require too much casual conversation."

 

2) "At first, I assumed it was merely a passing mood of the Turaga’s; he rarely acts in such a way, but what other reason could he have had?"

 

was edited to:

 

"At first, I assumed it was merely a passing mood of the Turaga’s; he rarely acts in such a way, but what other reason could he have for such odd behaviour?"

 

3) "Wouldn’t it be a problem if you told more... lies."

 

was edited to:

 

"Wouldn't it be a problem if you told more of these... lies?"

 

4) "It pains me even to think on what happened next fleetingly, that scene that will srely plague my nightmares for the rest of my however short life."

 

was edited to:

 

"It pains me even to think on what happened next, even as fleetingly as a brief recall for the sake of this journal. It was a scene that will undoubtedly plague my nightmares for the rest of my however short life."

 

This leaves the final word count at 1229 words, not counting the title.

Aw, this is lovely! I like the helmet design!

Things are getting intense here. I'm getting all fidgety just waiting around; have any entries been judged with no problems yet?

Would it be okay for me to quickly edit my entry to include a title? It doesn't have to have one, I just am beginning to get the impression that it is required.It has a title, by the way, but it is in the name of the topic.

Go ahead.

Thank you very much! Do I need to put down the date of when I edited it, or... well, I guess it does that itself, huh?

Would it be okay for me to quickly edit my entry to include a title? It doesn't have to have one, I just am beginning to get the impression that it is required.It has a title, by the way, but it is in the name of the topic.

I FINALLY FINISHED HAHHAAHHAHAhttp://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=7749"]The Unknown Turaga[/url]Author: ZippyWharrgarblProtagonist: KodanWord count: 1229

The Unknown Turaga

~~~

 

It has been a while since I've written here, but I feel these recent events must be recorded. This time, however, I will not be carving it for the public to see tomorrow, when the couriers spread word of the city’s news to every home on Metru Nui.

 

My name is Kodan, and I have discovered something terrible.

 

I assume whoever is reading this is familiar with Turaga Dume, the Turaga of Metru Nui. He is often seen nowadays either addressing Matoran in the Coliseum or on the large monitors installed around the city. I’m sure I am not the only one to notice this, but he seems to avoid public encounters that are one-on-one or require too much casual conversation. He rarely calls on the Toa in person any more, and I am called on far less. At first, I assumed it was merely a passing mood of the Turaga’s; he rarely acts in such a way, but what other reason could he have for such odd behaviour?

 

Next came the stories. I ignored them at first, thinking they were made up by paranoid Matoran travelling the streets at night. But they persisted, more and more Matoran coming to the Toa and myself with stories of sinister-looking beings skulking around at dusk. After the reports of encounters failed to cease, I hesitantly handed them on to Turaga Dume, who sent me a response in the form of a written letter, stating that I was to record actual news, not tricks of the light, and I was forbidden to print any of the accounts. However, no matter what I told the growing number of witnesses, they would not waver in their insistence.

 

I convinced Toa Naho to accompany me one night, in search of the mysterious shadows. We patrolled for most of the night, and just before daylight peered over our fair city, we saw it. A huge, nearly invisible creature, with massive claws that glinted in the thin beam of morning sunlight that had miraculously flickered by us. Toa Naho started forwards, her rapier¹ in hand and ready to swipe at the smallest movement. But, just like that, the beast was gone again as the sunlight slithered back. The sun was rising behind us, and Toa Naho was uneasily glancing at the shrinking shadows on the street, weapon still raised and ready. After a minute or so, she sheathed her blade, looking vaguely worried.

 

I now wonder if I should have regretted volunteering to deliver the news, but I do not feel like it is something that I would leave to anyone else. I was, after all, the one to record the goings-on of the city. So, for once, I was the courier instead of the Chronicler.

 

I would see something dreadful that morning, but I did not know it, as I raced with sunbeams towards the impressive silhouette of the Coliseum on the horizon, praying that the thing was not lurking in the alleys or skulking after me in the shadows. I made it to the doors and thanked the Great Spirit between gasps of exhaustion and relief. I had ascended the stone steps, walked through the silent corridors, and saw the Turaga’s door ajar.

 

I should not have looked.

 

I saw… I saw something terrible. Shadows clung to the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and circled around the Turaga himself. But it was not the Turaga, not the Turaga we respected and trusted. It was a monster, a twisted creature who wore the guise of the Turaga of Metru Nui. It looked like the Turaga, and yet it was not him, it could not be, it was too gnarled and tainted in soul.

 

This image of the beast in the Turaga’s clothing flashed by in a mere instant, and suddenly the room was golden, lit by the sunrise filtering through thin curtains, fluttering softly in the soft breath of a morning breeze. Turaga Dume turned from his mirror and smiled at me. It was not a nice smile.

 

“Now, now, Kodan,” he chided, the sickly leer still etched in his features. “I did tell you I was not having any more… visits.”

 

My heartlight flashed erratically, and I tried to cover it with a hand and feign my sheer horror was mere exhaustion. “Ah, my apologies, Turaga. I meant no disrespect. Toa Naho and I decided to look for that creature last night, you see, to put those rumours to rest-“

 

“And I trust you found them to be nothing but silly stories?”

 

“Quite the opposite, Turaga. We saw the beast, it was just as the Matoran had described-“

 

The Turaga raised a hand to quiet me. “Oh, my. So, you are making up stories too, are you?”

 

“No, Turaga! We saw it!”

 

“Wouldn’t it be a problem if you told more of these... lies? Poor Matoran might believe you, and that would do nothing but cause an unnecessary panic.”

 

It pains me even to think on what happened next, even as fleetingly as a brief recall for the sake of this journal. It was a scene that will undoubtedly plague my nightmares for the rest of my however short life. It was terrifying, it was gruesome to see, and I could only shield myself from what was to come. I felt that I was doomed as the monster loomed over me, its ugly maw a mere hand width from my mask. I fell to the floor and curled with my arms over my head in a desperate attempt to protect myself, but I could feel the thing’s breath, hot and putrid, on the back of my neck. I couldn’t look at the face again, the mottled, rusted thing that glared at me with crimson, burning slits and was almost like a Rahi but not a Rahi, it was too scheming, too… too…

 

“Turaga?”

 

I opened my eyes and saw Toa Naho looking at me, concerned. The Turaga was kneeling at my side as if I had collapsed. The Turaga then told Toa Naho that perhaps I should take a day from my usual duties and, perhaps, follow her along to close a sea gate. It wasn’t going to be exciting, but it would give me reason to have a well-earned break. I tried to object, but unfortunately, neither the Turaga nor Toa Naho would have any of it. So, I left with Toa Naho, and she allowed me to stop by my hut before we set off with another Toa.

 

I know I will not return from this voyage. I know that Turaga Dume- or whatever is in his place- knows that I learned his secret. And I know that he will continue whatever he is planning, unless someone can stop him.

 

I haven’t told Toa Naho about this. Hopefully, if I tell no one, I will be the only one to be eliminated. I doubt she would believe me if I told her, anyway; she would most likely tell me it was due to my faint, or from a night without sleep. So, I will leave my journal, hidden from the Turaga’s impostor and that Kanoka-wielding, clawed beast that stalks our streets. I will place it somewhere only a true, pure-hearted resident of Metru Nui can find it, and pray that they will be able to ward off whatever evil those monsters plan to bring.

 

read word of the city’s news to every home on Metru Nui.

 

My name is Kodan, and I have discovered something terrible.

 

I assume whoever is reading this is familiar with Turaga Dume, the Turaga of Metru Nui. He is often seen nowadays either addressing Matoran in the Coliseum or on the large monitors installed around the city. I’m sure I am not the only one to notice this, but he seems to avoid public encounters that are one-on-one or require too much casual conversation. He rarely calls on the Toa in person any more, and I am called on far less. At first, I assumed it was merely a passing mood of the Turaga’s; he rarely acts in such a way, but what other reason could he have for such odd behaviour?

 

Next came the stories. I ignored them at first, thinking they were made up by paranoid Matoran travelling the streets at night. But they kept coming, more and more Matoran coming to the Toa and myself with stories of sinister-looking beings skulking around at night. After so many reports, I hesitantly handed the reports on to Turaga Dume, who sent me a response in the form of a written letter, stating that I was to record actual news, not tricks of the light, and I was forbidden to print any of the accounts. No matter how much I told the growing number of Matoran witnesses, they would not waver in their insistence.

 

I convinced Toa Naho to accompany me one night, in search of the mysterious shadows. We patrolled for much of the night, and just before daylight peered over our fair city, we saw it. A huge, nearly invisible creature, with massive claws that glinted in the thin beam of morning sunlight that had miraculously flickered by us. Toa Naho started forwards, her rapier in hand and ready to swipe at the smallest movement. But, just like that, the beast was gone again as the sunlight slithered back. The sun was rising behind us, and Toa Naho was uneasily glancing at the shrinking shadows on the street, weapon still raised and ready. After a minute or so, she sheathed her blade, looking vaguely worried.

 

I now wonder if I should have regretted volunteering to deliver the news, but I do not feel like it is something that I would leave to anyone else. I was, after all, the one to record the goings-on of the city. So, for once, I was the courier instead of the Chronicler.

 

I would see something dreadful that morning, but I did not know it, as I raced with sunbeams towards the impressive silhouette of the Coliseum on the horizon, praying that the thing was not lurking in the alleys or skulking after me in the shadows. I made it to the doors and thanked the Great Spirit between gasps of exhaustion and relief. I had ascended the stone steps, walked through the silent corridors, and saw the Turaga’s door ajar.

 

I should not have looked.

 

I saw… I saw something terrible. Shadows clung to the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and circled around the Turaga himself. But it was not the Turaga, not the Turaga we respected and trusted. It was a monster, a twisted creature who wore the guise of the Turaga of Metru Nui. It looked like the Turaga, and yet it was not him, it could not be, it was too gnarled and tainted in soul.

 

This image of the beast in the Turaga’s clothing flashed by in a mere instant, and suddenly the room was golden, lit by the sunrise filtering through thin curtains, fluttering softly in the soft breath of a morning breeze. Turaga Dume turned from his mirror, and smiled at me. It was not a nice smile.

 

“Now, now, Kodan,” he chided, the sickly leer still etched in his features. “I did tell you I was not having any more… visits.”

 

My heartlight flashed erratically, and I tried to cover it with a hand and feign my sheer horror was mere exhaustion. “Ah, my apologies, Turaga. I meant no disrespect. Toa Naho and I decided to look for that creature last night, you see, to put those rumours to rest-“

 

“And I trust you found them to be nothing but silly stories?”

 

“Quite the opposite, Turaga. We saw the beast, it was just as the Matoran had described-“

 

The Turaga raised a hand to quiet me. “Oh, my. So, you are making up stories too, are you?”

 

“No, Turaga! We saw it!”

 

“Wouldn’t it be a problem if you told more of these... lies? Poor Matoran might believe you, and that would do nothing but cause an unnecessary panic.” 

It pains me even to think on what happened next, even as fleetingly as a brief recall for the sake of this journal. It was a scene that will undoubtedly plague my nightmares for the rest of my however short life. It was terrifying, it was gruesome to see, and I could only shield myself from what was to come. I felt that I was doomed as the monster loomed over me, its ugly maw a mere hand width from my mask. I fell to the floor and curled with my arms over my head in a desperate attempt to protect myself, but I could feel the thing’s breath, hot and putrid, on the back of my neck. I couldn’t look at the face again, the mottled, rusted thing that glared at me with crimson, burning slits and was almost like a Rahi but not a Rahi, it was too scheming, too… too…

 

“Turaga?”

 

I opened my eyes, and saw Toa Naho looking at me, concerned. The Turaga was kneeling at my side as if I had collapsed. The Turaga then told Toa Naho that perhaps I should take a day from my usual duties and, perhaps, follow her along to close a sea gate. It wasn’t going to be exciting, but it would give me reason to have a well-earned break. I tried to object, but unfortunately, neither the Turaga or Toa Naho would have any of it. So, I left with Toa Naho, and she allowed me to stop by my hut before we set off with another Toa.

 

I know I will not return from this voyage. I know that Turaga Dume- or whatever is in his place- knows that I learned his secret. And I know that he will continue whatever he is planning, unless someone can stop him.

 

I haven’t told Toa Naho about this. Hopefully, if I tell no one, I will be the only one to be eliminated. I doubt she would believe me if I told her, anyway; she would most likely tell me it was due to my faint, or from a night without sleep. So, I will leave my journal, hidden from the Turaga’s impostor and that Kanoka-wielding, clawed beast that stalks our streets. I will place it somewhere only a true, pure-hearted resident of Metru Nui can find it, and pray that they will be able to ward off whatever evil those monsters plan to bring.

 

~~~

 

^{1: This is not Toa Naho's confirmed weapon, it is simply artistic licence on the part of the writer. Her Toa Tool is as of yet unconfirmed.}

I mostly went by the movies, too, but two headcanon voices come to mind.First, ages ago, I read something that said Kiina was originally going to have a heavy Russian accent. I actually really like this idea.Second, I always pictured Malum having a deep, gritty voice. Maybe like... Hugh Jackman? I don't know.A lot of my headcanons circle around the Bara Magna arc, as you can all probably tell.

Am I allowed to ask one more question if I only asked one question before, or does it all have to be in the one post?

I think I have a question that hasn't been answered yet.How does Malum shoot Thornax with the position of his launcher being on his upper arm, and also wearing claws that would seem to inhibit the possibility of manually firing it?

That's not much of a story question. Set-wise, the designers probably didn't give it much thought, since kids can fire it anyway; story-wise, he could conceivably have some sort of trigger on his claws that fires it remotely. I doubt even Greg's given it that much thought.

It may not be much of a question, but I would still like it answered. If it is not worth asking, then Erebus will not ask it. If it is, then it will be asked. It is not here to be rated by the general public on grounds of likeability.Besides, it is a story-related question that has not been answered in canon. I'd say that makes it a decent story question. The other Glatorian have their Thornax launchers either in their hands or attached to their weapons, so it seems oddly out of place to have it attached to his upper arm. Perhaps there is a reason for it. This is what I'd like to find out. Besides, I didn't really ask how children playing with the toy use it, I wanted to know how the character himself would canonically use it.And if people are allowed to ask Greg Farshtey about tiny, nearly invisible differences between the set and the movie versions, I don't see why asking how a character uses a weapon is any less deserving of a question.