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  4. Seranikai

    Watch This

    By Seranikai,

    I know I don't normally do this, but...
     
    go and watch the new trailer for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Now. It is amazingly cool.
     
    -Seran
     
    Sounds important, dears. Would anyone like some lemon tea? x
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    Seranikaraira just sent me this letter in the post, dears. He said you'd understand it...personally, I cannot make it out at all. Something about Tower Vinegar, and his sky bread. Enjoy it anyway, dears. x
     
    So, we return for another shining look into the Bionicle world, with the Toa Ignika and his skyboard.
     
    To begin with, the shelf. When I was on my strictly-non-romantic-shopping-trip-date-(lest-Emma's-boyfriend-be-jealous), and we wandered through TRU, one of the first things I saw was the bright redness of Axalararararara* T9. The internal monologue that followed went something like:
    Seran: Ooh look! Shiny!
    Sam: Oh yes, it certainly does look very eye-catching.
    Seranikai: It's got loads of great parts for MOCing...
    Seran: Buys it! Get loads of red and sharp silver bits!
    Sam: No, it's far too expensive.
    Seran: Toa Lewa? His mask! LOOK AT HIS MASK!
    Seranikai: Quite useful for MOCing, you could-
    Sam: Bankrupt yourself?
    Seran: But we have loads of monies!
    Sam: Yes, to buy food and clothes and fineliners and PAY FOR UNI
    Seranikai: What about a giant red mecha dragon?
    Seran: OOOOH
    Sam: NO IT IS TOO EXPENSIVE
    Seranikai: Ok, how about getting a smaller set?
    Sam: Hmm
     
    Etcetera.
     
    We then tore ourselves away from the Axalararararararara T9 and found ourselves staring into the cold, chillingly venomous eyes of Krika. Emma chose this moment to say, "oh, I used to collect these, I've got loads," then stride over to Gorast and announce that "this one is nice." After scanning the multiple shelves for goodness knows how many seconds, tearing past stacks of Toa, volumes of Vultraz, mountains of Takanuva and whopping great towers of Matoran, I eventually found a lone Toa Ignika. Emma approved of his yellowness and awesome skateboard, btw. Then, to cut a long story short, I found myself home and peering at the box. Which does, rather tragically, bring us to The Box.
     
    The Box. It happens to be a cuboid structure cast in solid cardboard, rather like the Maxxie box of the review from so, so long ago. The box art shows a nice, vaguely bluish background, which sets in mind fog, mist, echoing screams in the dead of night, wild animals snarling from shadows, and Toa chasing Makuta on colourful vehicles. Vroom vroom. We can also see a nice pattern of teardrop thingies and hexagons, which give the box a nicely technical look. A few decaying stone structures are sort of dropped haphazardly around the edge, and one of the stalagtites holding a city thing (or is it a hotel and leisure centre? I'm not sure) lies in the background, blurred and oddly cool-looking. The Bionicle 2008 logo sits right at the top, adorned by the Phantoka stylised car-badge wings, both of them looking all hawt with their bevels and nice, brushed metal makeover.
     
    Toa Ignika's name, which happens to be Toa Ignika, is written underneath, in case you didn't notice. You won't be blamed for this - it is surprisingly small. You'd think that, after ridiculous amounts of time teasing us all with their gorgeous 3D Ignika in the various movies and things, when it came to finally releasing the mask in plastic they'd make quite a song and dance about it. In fact, they should've put all the Toa Ignika sets on golden pedestals, lit by giant neon lights, spelling out the word "Ignika" a million times in red, crimson, scarlet, vermillion, sunburst orange, and lime green. Then, as you approached said set, confetti would rain down from the heavens, fireworks tear the sky apart in swirls of silver and gold, waiters appear from behind the shelves carrying trays of expensive chocolate muffins, and a 100 strong choir would rise from the newly created mists, singing Closer to the Truth and praising the set designers for the beautiful piece of slightly silver coloured plastic that you would be about to purchase, if there wasn't a pedestal, neon lights, waiters, fireworks, and a whole choir between you and the actual set.
     
    As we know, the jaw-droppingly gorgeous 3D render of the Toa himself (mainly the mask, though) practically leaps out at you, hunched heroically over his vehicle, triumphantly firing his Midak, and causing horrendous air pollution throughout the whole of Karda Nui, what with the giant trail of burning yellow exhaust he leaves swooshing out all over the box behind him. Disgusting. Another cause of concern, though how anything could be worse than the Karda Nui Matoran choking to death on Ignika's exhaust fumes I don't know, is the way that the silver pieces sparkle and gleam. You don't need to be an expert on shiny things to know that, disappointingly, the silver isn't the delicious chrome on the box art, but rather a dull, slightly shiny grey. It hurts us Lego, it hurts.
     
    Also of note are the set number and age rating, plonked in the bottom left corner. Now, these beautiful pieces of typography happen to be outlined with a nice little black stroke, which helps make them stand out from the bluish background colour. Allowing our eyes to slide to the right, we find that the Bionicle.com shameless advertising doesn't have anything of the sort, and is instead left to merge painfully into the background, while one hundred Pahrak Va cry silently to themselves somewhere in shame. Probably. They do like good typography, you know. Around the other edges of the box, we can find the same sorts of words and images, but also a few lines of warnings and a rather nice barcode. One of my favourite barcodes, in fact. Just below the barcode for a tin of tomato soup in my Top Ten All Favourite Barcode List**.
     
    The back of the box contains a rather beautiful image of the Ignika, but it is breaking apart and surrounded by evil bat things. Or at least, they could be bats. They might merely be a herd of flying llamas, but I doubt this very much, such is the heart-breaking awfulness of reality. We also get to see a disembodied hand operating a Midak Skyblaster (note the old-style socket joint attached to the underside-the shame!) We can also find delightful illustrations of thumbs desecrating the boxy splendor of Ignika's packaging, but cruelly pushing the tabs in and allowing light to shine on the pieces once more...tragic. Oh, and something about another illustration of Iggy. It will be apparent to anyone with half a brain cell or more that his right shoulder armour is upside down...LEGO! Hire some better Art Monkeys, please! IT IS CUTTING INTO HIS FOREARM IN A PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE WAY! And as if this heinous crime wasn't awful enough, the skyboard also happens to have its wing things attached BY THE WRONG HOLE OH THE DISASTER OF IT ALL.
     
    There are also some more adverts, or something.
     
    Inside, you will find:
    A few suffocatingly plastic bags filled with choking inducing pieces
    Glossy (well, not that glossy, but still) instructions
    Air
    Numerous microbes and probably a virus or two, or maybe even seven if you're lucky
    Some dust
    THE IGNIKA ITSELF INCARNATE IN PLASTIC FORM OMG HOW DELIGHTFULLY ECCENTRIC
    And a distinct lack of very little puppies***. Oh.
     
    Now then, after dumping the various pieces, dead skin cells, air molecules and microscopic organisms on the floor (or bed, if, like Seran, your floor was being used for other things) you may rip open the instructions and start building him. It seems that some lovely person at Lego had the wonderfully clever idea of putting together a few pictures of the set in various stages of completion, so that you can follow said instructions and actually build the set yourself. Isn't that a truly fantastic idea!
     
    Now then, after that insightful look into Seranikai's brain, we find ourselves critiquing the set from every angle.
     
    Hmm. It cannot escape notice that Ignika is Hewkii Mahri with less pointy bits, no chainy bits, better leg armour, a different shooty thing, and THE IGNIKA AS A MASK IN PLASTIC FORM (though it cannot be better than Hewkii's amazing stingray mask, so Ignika fails by default). As a mask though, the Ignika is rather splendid. It has a very swooshy, very slick, very painful-when-stepped-upon design. But we know this, because we've been drooling all over its curvaceous form in the online movies for the last, like, eternity. Basically, Toa Ignika is your generic Toa with massive limbs, thin body, awful armour on the back, and silly sharp shoulder spikes that look lovely but throw practicality straight out of the window. He is a Toa. You know what that means by now - you either love it or you hate it and want it to burn it with fire from the deepest, darkest pits of the earth's most horrid abyss. His colour scheme leaves a lot to be desired...predominantly a decent colour scheme. Yellow and black and silver sounds nice in theory, but this is Ignika. MAKE HIM SHINY CHROME OM NOM NOM please Lego.
     
    His skyboard is meh. On one hand, it is mainly Technic beams and gaps. On the other hand, it has a whole plethora of lovely pieces for MOCing, such as fairings, blades, new plus hole grey thingies...um...yes. Just those...
     
    In conclusion, Toa Ignika is the most awful set ever, for creating air pollution in a 2D piece of art, for not having a small puppy in the box, and for not announcing its existance in the most exciting way imaginable.
     
    -Seran
     
    *Seranikai knows how to start spelling it but isn't sure when to stop
     
    **Seranikai isn't actually that sad...he only has a top five list
     
    ***Or big puppies. Or even kittehs, or hamstairs, or bunnehs come to that.
  7. Seranikai

    Hello

    By Seranikai,

    Good evening dears.
     
    Would you believe it, I was sitting in my tea shop the other day, when a giant swirly vortex thingamajig opened up and swallowed the whole shop! I was most amazed. Then it chlomped us back here. Apparently, that was the Rift belonging to that nice young man, Seranakakai. Or something like that. He left a note saying that he was going away for a short while, and he needed someone to take his place. Mocking people, or something like that. Mentioned barnacles too. Perhaps he's gone to the seaside?
     
    Anyway, must dash dears, but do feel free to ask questions. And do have some tea.
     
    Hugs and kisses
     
    Sir Cynthia Corriander Felicity Barrington-Smythe x
     
    P.S. Must remember to feed the cat
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    A Date

    By Seranikai,

    So Seran is going on a date tomorrow...to a nice park with fountains and a shop that sells hot chocolate and everything...
     
    And the guy seems really nice...
     
    Wish us luck, or something.
     
    -Seran
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    In All Seriousness

    By Seranikai,

    How many of you actually want me to continue writing this comedy?
     
    And don't say "no we want you to MOC instead", because that isn't possible right now, but I promise I will later.
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    [ Chapter One: A Most Disturbing Announcement ]

    The Palace of A’dmyn shone in the light of a new sun, tall, white, and perfectly smooth. A few Gukko birds meandered through the sky, calling songs of praise to the morning, and crashing into the palace because they were blinded by its sheer whiteness.

    In the highest room of the palace, Hapori Tohu, the Great Protector, was getting ready for his traditional breakfast of protodermic toast and marmalade. However, just as he was about to tuck in his napkin, one of his guards came running in, quite out of breath.
    “Your Haporiness, there is terrible trouble afoot!” he yelled at the top of his voice, causing several fat, particularly dazed Gukko birds to fall out of the sky in alarm. Nobody cared what happened to them, which was a great shame, because they were actually found by a passing Matoran, who discovered their rare ability to recite the entire works of Charles Dickens whilst simultaneously gargling water to the tune of Gravity Hurts. The Matoran went on to exhibit the birds at Toa Helryx’s Travelling Circus, and became so rich that he bought a solid gold pencil sharpener and most of Spain.

    “Alas,” said Hapori Tohu, staring with considerable distress at the empty marmalade jar. “Forsooth! Gadzooks! Etcetera! There is no more marmalade!”
    “Yes, your Haporiness,” said the guard. “Yet, there is other terrible trouble afoot!”
    “Is there indeed,” replied Tohu, turning the jar upside down and peering hopefully inside. A globule of marmalade residue fell into his eye. Blinking constantly, and trying to ignore the unbearable burning sensation in his eye, he waved an impatient hand at the guard, who took it as a sign to continue.
    “Word has reached the city that The Shadowed One wants to overthrow you, and turn the Metru a land of evil!” the guard shouted, waving his arms energetically, as though he was trying to dislodge a particularly stubborn fly.

    “Well,” said Tohu, eating his dry toast and wishing he had ordered bacon and eggs instead, “will a land of evil have large supplies of marmalade?”
    “No, your Haporiness!” bawled the guard. “It shall be a land of evil! There will be fire, death, and destruction! Metru will crumble as ruins to the shadows! Skies shall be scorched deepest magenta! Oceans shall boil, and the fish will…get all hot.”
    Tohu stroked his chin thoughtfully, smearing toast crumbs all over it. “It all sounds rather…unnecessary…to me,” he said. “I mean, what is in it for him?”
    “I don’t know,” replied the guard, a puzzled expression oozing its way onto his mask. “Maybe he was subjected to cruel and unusual circumstances in his early years, and now he wants to wreak revenge on the world?”
    “Maybe,” said Tohu. “What was the fellow’s name again?”
    “The Shadowed One.”
    “How fitting.”
    “He had it legally changed last Naming Day.”
    “What was he called originally?”
    “Colin.”

    Tohu picked up an enormous mug of protodermic tea, and began to stir it with a little spoon. “What do you suggest we do?” he asked.
    “I don’t know, your Haporiness,” yelled the guard. Tohu promptly dropped the spoon into the mug, where it sank profusely into the dark brown depths.
    “You could ask one of your Toa to help, your Haporiness,” suggested the guard.
    “Which one?” asked Tohu, trying to fish the spoon out with his paper napkin.
    “Well,” pondered the guard, “you need somebody with ridiculous amounts of courage.”
    “I would prefer somebody with ridiculous amounts of marmalade,” Tohu muttered, turning his mug upside down to drain out the tea; it glooped across the whole table, and the spoon fell onto the floor. He reached down to pick it up, but it slid between his fingers like a buttered eel and stuck itself firmly inside a narrow crack in the stone floor.
    “What about Toa Connor, your Haporiness?” asked the guard, loudly.
    “What about him?”
    “What about sending him to battle The Shadowed One?”
    Tohu selected a roll from a platter and started munching on it. “Do we have to settle this with a battle?” he wondered aloud, between chews. He was a simple being; thinking and eating were far too difficult when combined. “We seem to settle everything with battles. Why, only yesterday an old Matoran duelled to the death with an Ussal crab.”
    “Whatever for?” the guard shouted in amazement.
    “Oh, no reason,” Tohu said airily. “She was just bored, I believe.”
    “It’s settled, then?” asked the guard. “We’ll send Toa Connor to battle The Shadowed One?”
    “Hmm…” said Tohu. “I do not like the sound of this The Shadowed One bloke too much. We had better send someone to spy on him for a while first.”
    “An excellent idea, your Haporiness. To discover his weaknesses?”
    “Oh no,” said Tohu, idly eating a slice of lemon he had found on the floor. “To fill out the plot a little bit.”

    [ Chapter Two – The Sad and Pretty Obvious Truth ]

    Hapori Tohu collapsed on his nice golden throne and winced in pain. The throne’s designer had thoughtfully sculpted a few gears onto the back, which worked very well artistically, but not to so well practically. Indeed, they had to be replaced very often, as the designer had been short on materials and thus had made the gears from crocodile teeth, stuck onto a circular saw and painted yellow. Tohu rubbed his shoulders and turned his thoughts to the more pressing matter of the Metru’s distinct and worrying lack of marmalade. He wanted some marmalade, and he wanted it very soon. This Colin fellow would have to wait.

    Tohu stood up very suddenly, and tripped on his cape. He stumbled forwards and crashed onto the floor, just as the door to his throne room flung itself open and a Matoran dashed inside.
    “Your Haporiness, there’s a message for you…” the Matoran said vaguely, before falling over quite unexpectedly and sending his Hau spinning across the floor. Tohu scrambled to his feet and hurried forwards, thinking that, as the Great Protector, he should probably do something.

    “I say, are you alright?” he asked, prodding the lifeless Matoran with his staff. It was a nice staff, with a good sharp bit on the end that was particularly good for prodding things. When the Matoran failed to respond, Tohu decided that he must be dead; the arrow sticking out of his back was a pretty good clue as well.
    “I didn’t give you permission to die!” Tohu said angrily. He didn’t like his loyal subjects dying in front of him – they tended to make a mess on the floor. And the Po-Matoran smelled a bit funny after they’d been dead for a few hours as well.

    Hapori Tohu suddenly noticed a note attached to the arrow. Ignoring the basic rules of the universe stating that there was no real paper in the Bionicle world, merely carvings and the like, he unrolled the note and began to read. If Tohu had eyebrows, they would have contracted in annoyance at this point. He often felt that people misunderstood his facial expressions, due to his head unfortunately having a permanently angry look.

    He threw the note onto the floor and hurried to the window. Sure enough, just as the note had foretold in the previous three seconds, the Metru was under attack. Thousands of spidery Rahi things were running everywhere, drooling acidic drool and spinning spinney sort of teeth. Enormous suits of black and red armour were crashing through walls and Matoran alike, shooting technologically inaccurate electro-blaster whatsits and slashing at everything in sight with big extending claws.

    Tohu climbed onto the windowsill, readied his staff, and leapt into the chaos. As he fell, his cape billowing out behind him like a spasmodic Infernavika, the non-pointy end of his staff opened into a jet engine, and the staff levelled out. Tohu clambered on, looking like some strange red and white witch on a rocket-propelled broomstick, albeit one with a pointy end. He soared downwards, performing a few twists and a loop-the-loop just in case anyone important was watching, then skidded to a halt in front of a Visorak.

    “Would you mind not destroying this Metru,” Tohu asked in a decent semblance of politeness. “We only redecorated it last week, and you’re getting rather a lot of drool everywhere.” Tohu looked around, and noted the large webs now glistening in the morning light, strung between towers and filled with strangely Toa-shaped shapes. This wasn’t looking so good.

    Neither was the Visorak; it lunged forwards, and Tohu smacked on the nose with the pointed bit of his staff.
    “Bad Rahi-beast!” He said, quite forcefully, in his own inflated opinion. “No lunging! I’m trying-”
    A large chunk of Metru and several Matoran went sailing over him, narrowly missing his head.
    “-I’m trying to conduct a civilised conversation here!” he continued, his non-existant eyebrows contracting in frustration. “Really, you come in here all slimy and horrid, break things apart, then expect…”

    Tohu trailed off, staring at the giant tower descending on his head. This really was not a good day.

    Chapter Three – The Passing of Great Power

    Kopakalaka wiped the dirt from his mask and pushed himself into a seated position, coughing on the thick cloud of dust that filled the air. He stared around in horror, taking in the terrible sight of the ruined city. Visorak and Exo Toa (he wondered briefly if the latter should be hyphenated) swarmed across every surface. Well, almost every surface. And the Exo Toa weren’t so much swarming as walking around very, very slowly, but still, they looked quite evil anyway. It’s amazing what a lick of red paint will do, Kopakalaka thought.

    He grabbed a piece of rock that was conveniently jutting out level with his hands, and pulled himself to his feet. He stepped forwards uncertainly, trying to work out exactly where he was. He appeared to be standing in a corridor, crudely decorated with bits of jagged metal and strangely shiny globules of green stuff. He noted the roughness of the walls, and the lack of any sense in the architecture, and concluded that he was, in fact, standing in the middle of an enormous pile of rubble. Not the best place to be standing on a Tuesday evening, or indeed, any evening. He began walking towards one of the shinier pieces of metal, and picked it up. The entire structure of loose stone wobbled for the longest second he had ever known, then gave up and crashed down around him.

    “Mmmf,” he said, struggling against the torrent of rock and annoyingly sharp metal. Suddenly, a hand, a strong, heroic-seeming hand, seized his flailing arm and pulled him out of the rubble.
    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH!” he yelled, as the metal fragments tore past his armour and slashed at places that shouldn’t be slashed at.
    “I say, do be quiet,” said Hapori Tohu, dumping Kopakalaka unceremoniously on the ground and clasping a hand over his mouth. “The Vissiewhatsits haven’t found us yet.”

    At that precise moment, a particularly angry Visorak poked its ugly head over the edge of the surrounding ruins and spat at them.
    “Oh,” said Hapori Tohu. He reached into nowhere behind him and pulled out a small package wrapped in parchment stuff and a handful of lime green balloons. “Here, take these and run,” he commanded, thrusting them at Kopakalaka. The Matoran hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Tohu’s permanently angry, eyebrowless face put the fear of The Makuta into his soul. Or something like that. He turned and ran in the direction Tohu pointed, looking back only once in case Tohu changed his mind. He hoped it wasn’t a dead end.

    In another, equally destroyed, part of the city, Distorted was standing on a rock. He raised a hand to his eyes and peered through the mist. Through the light of a thousand fires and an air filled with screams, he made out a vaguely white, caped shape falling over as it attempted to prod a Visorak on the nose with a pointed staff.
    “He’s not doing too well, Seran.” Distorted turned to the Matoran standing on the ground next to him. “And he’s supposed to be our Great Protector.”
    Seranikai clambered up onto the rock, and tried brushing the dirt and Visorak drool from his gunmetal armour. “I’ve got dirt and Visorak drool all over my armour,” he complained, “and I’ve hurt my foot as well.”
    “Oh dear,” Distorted said vaguely, turning his gaze back to Tohu. He watched as their Protector jumped at the spider and missed, falling into a fire and then running around in pain.

    “We should do something, this is embarrassing to watch.” Distorted chanced a glance sideways.
    “What?” Seranikai shook his head. “No way. I’ve hurt my foot.”
    “Who cares about your foot?!”
    “I do.”
    “We ought to do something to help.”
    “Yes, we ought to.” Seranikai nodded seriously. “We certainly ought to, but we won’t. That Exo Toa is making its way straight for us, you know. And I have a bad relationship with those things. I suggest we run away.”
    Distorted shrugged. Tohu picked up a piece of rock and threw it at the Visorak; it bounced of its leg and rebounded straight back at him, hitting him cleanly on the nose. “He really is useless,” Distorted winced.
    “Oh, fine,” Seranikai muttered. He leapt down from the rock and began striding in Tohu’s general direction, taking care to limp on his bad foot. Distorted grinned and ran after him.

    They passed yet more piles of rock and small fires, and even some dripping webs filled with strangely contorted shapes. Luckily for them, and for this story, the Visorak were all converging on the other side of the city, and the evil Exo Toa were taking a break. It was quite something to see a group of Exo Toa sitting down and eating tuna sandwiches. Eventually, the two Matoran found Tohu, who was jabbing repeatedly at the Visorak with his staff, which was emitting sparks and making worrying popping noises.

    “Get back, foul creature!” Tohu shouted. “One more step, and I’ll…oh.” He watched as Seranikai gave the Visorak a good sharp kick; it gave a loud screechy sort of sound and ran away.
    “Now my foot really hurts,” Seranikai announced to the world in general, limping over to Tohu and looking him up and down. “That red really doesn’t go with that blue, you know,” he critiqued. “And that staff needs more custom.”
  14. Seranikai

    Obvious Mocs

    By Seranikai,

    Well, anyone who's had even a quick glance around BZP today should know what I'm going to build next.
     
    He'll be the perfect guy to go with The Makuta.
     
    Obviously.
     
    -Seran
  15. Seranikai
    I do feel rather like blogging just the sake of blogging, instead of advertising. I suppose I'd best talk about my vaguely interesting life, or something.
     
    So I started uni a few weeks ago. Graphic Design. Class of 20 students, ranging from me (18 years old) to Chris (30-something years young). It's actually pretty cool, as we make such an interesting group. We went on a trip to Brighton as an icebreaker, and needless to say, it was absolute win. We gathered together into little groups on the coach there, and Seran was absorbed into the Goths and Stylish people group. Which is totally awesome.
     
    So there we were, Seran, Stylish Mike, and Goth girls Emma and Ally, wandering around Brighton, doing everything other than the things we were meant to be doing, namely photographing typefaces and things. We went to the beach, we toured the length of Brighton Pier, ate ice cream, took amusing photos of Seran and Mike on the children's train ride thing, bought 20 sticks of rock, including an entertainingly Gothic black and red one. Ally bought that one. We also managed to lose Mike inside a cafe, when he popped in to get a drink, and filmed the pidgeons meandering around a fountain when we stopped for lunch.
     
    We were late for our first lecture on Tuesday, when Ally and Emma invited me to go shopping with them...we had several hours in town, and only a 20 minute walk to the uni, but still, we got carried away buying about £500 worth of shoes, shirts, folders, sandwiches, and a Wall-e toy from the Disney Store. Yes. I also found out that Emma's sunglasses suit Seran bizarrely well.
     
    Also, Mike likes Lego. He invited (read - we invited ourselves) over to his flat for lunch one day, and he kindly made us (read - was forced into making) ham sandwiches and noodles. Ally also managed to leave with her hair smelling of sausages, but that's a different story.
     
    Seran also bought a 32 inch, cuddly toy squid, called Kraken, obviously. Because squids are awesome. And he's ADORABLE.
     
    Today Seran had lunch with all the girls, and we discussed everything from Polo mints to guys. Ally gave me some crisps so I bought her a biscuit, then we made a mess of the cookie Emma gave us, and put the crumb-filled wrapper into Mike's bag.
     
    He never noticed.
     
    -Seran
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    The Seranikai Club

    By Seranikai,

    Obviously, Seranikai is awesome. In fact, Seranikai exudes awesomeness on such fabulously wonderful levels, that some sort of egocentric club just had to be created. And thus, it was so. Anyone can join to show that you think Seranikai is, like, totally awesome. Special people get special titles, though obviously not quite as awesome as the supremely magical Seranikai.
     
    Yours in delusion,
     
    -Seranikai
     
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    :: The List of Magically Awesomeness :: 
    Lord Seranikai of the Awesome ~ For being Supremely Magical on So Many Levels and Fabulously Vain As Well
    Darth Vader of the MOCists ~ For Great Talent and Skill and Being Lovely As Well
    Roa McToa of the Unrivalled ~ For Pure Roaness and Certain Delightfulness
    Tiome of the Beautiful ~ For Artistic Abilities Far Beyond Most Others
    Makaru of the Purple ~ For the Fanglyfuss and Also being Makaru
    Arpy of the Arrpeeness ~ For Near Supremity and Frogs
    Lluvio of the Non-Lemonoid ~ For Being Able to Love Lemons Without Loving Himself as he does Them
    Distorted of Grammar Inconsistancy ~ For Making MOCs and Stuff
    CzaR of the Complimentary ~ For Comments Involving Studliness and Also Some Quite Good MOCs
    Blue Diamond of the Azure ~ For MOCing abilities
    BCii of the Duality ~ For Qualities Beyond the Ordinary
    Kopakalaka of the Lakalakaness ~ For Repetitive Letters and Sounds
    Draco Spilopterus of the Lobantis ~ For Fantastic Sea/Grasslife
    Kame of the Musical Turtles ~ For the Apparent Joys of Turtles and Music Combined

    Lihyahm
    Bitter Cold
    ~Shadowbolt~
    Zee Toa of Sonics
    Xaeraz: The Final Toa
     
    *Note The List will never be complete, so don't be cross if your name isn't on it yet.*
  17. Seranikai

    Calling The Icra

    By Seranikai,

    If this actually works, I'll be quite amazed.
     
    The Icra, we have things to discuss. Great, wondrous things.
     
    If you don't know what the Icra is, then don't worry, you'll find out soon enough.
     
    -His Lordship
  23. Seranikai

    Prince Caspian

    By Seranikai,

    Having finally seen the film - things to note:

    The opening sequence was amazing. Especially when the title came up - it made me shiver. Few films do that. Having had the OST for aaaaaaaaages, it was amusing seeing how right/wrong I was as to when the cues were used. Some of the choices of themes mystified me. For example, reusing the 'train journey' music (from the first film) when the Pevensies go back to Narnia (in the second). Why not use the Narnia cue? Aslan annoyed me. The ruins of Cair Paravel were just pure win. Especially the four ruined thrones. Ben Barnes (who played Caspian) is gorgeous. AWESOME SQUID TREES! The general plot seemed to involve a lot of killing... :wakeup2: SQUID TREES!
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    You Know Krika...

    By Seranikai,

    After studying a pic of Krika for a rather long time, I've come to the conclusion that it isn't as wonderful as I originally thought.
     
    "Oh no!" I hear you all cry (well, I don't really, but I wanted to add something for dramatic effect). "But Krika is fantabulous etc!"
     
    Well, something was nagging me for ages about him, and I finally figured it out: his entire torso looks solid, whereas his head and limbs have the wonderful, translucent veiny texture. I am of the opinion that Krika would look far better if:
     
    1. All white pieces used the wonderful, translucent veiny texture. All. Including sockets. Whilst this might not necessarily be practical, I think it'd look awesome.
    2. Black could probably stay. I don't know what else to replace it with.
     
    And now for the other news.
    Video problems are sorted out, yay! Being an adult doesn't suddenly stop you from acting like a child. I've found out that my right arm is more muscular than my left; I think this is a result of hauling newspapers around every morning for ages and favouring my right arm. Especially as I'm left handed. -Seran
  25. Seranikai

    Wait, What?

    By Seranikai,

    Ok...today, my school commissioned me to make them a video about sport in the school and stuff like that. So I had a meeting with the assistant headteacher, we discussed how long it would take, how much I'd get paid, all the necessary stuff. Then she sent me off on my happy little journey. Without providing a camera, or anything...so I used my Magicalness on the Media teacher and managed to borrow one of his cameras, a tape, tripod, etc. Then I went home and started to plan it. Basically, I thought it should take about 4 weeks, and they're giving me 1 week. So no wasting time! Of course, it wasn't until I got home that I realised...I can't plan it. I need to interview people first. And I'm meant to be going in tomorrow ready to film. Ultimate fail.

    And it's Seran's birthday tomorrow...
     
    -Seran
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