Phauxx Lightning

Besides the general violence issue, how far can you go? It's not like this idea would have very much to go off on. It probably would only last 2-3 years at most.

IC:The abrupt appearance of the Toa of Sonics startled Yovtann, his clawed hand instinctively on the handle of his sword. He did his beast to relax, containing a stoic expression with a scowl, and letting his muscles loosen. He let out a brief exhale, releasing an unknowingly held breath of the damp air.Yovtann chucked his scroll at the Toa, remaining a composed as possible. His crimson lit eyes were in a routine assess of the newcomer. De-Toa, heavily armored, nearly as tall as me. I bet he can handle himself just fine. Crossing his powerful arms across bulky chest, Yovtann simply stared at Keinju, waiting.The scroll would recite the exact orders given to the Skakdi, by Kuyre himself. It was ripping, crumpled, and water-stained from Ko-Wahi, but still perfectly legible.I am forming an army, of the highest esteem. You have officially been chosen for the position of third-in-command. Shall you accept, report to the Ga-Koro docks. Kill the messenger.The last two words were covered up by a dark red stain.

Ah, that's a shame. It looked really cool. Ah well. I'd like to see if LEGO tries anything like this in the future.

IC:The remainder of the fight subsided, Yovtann picked his way through the clearing combatants, gaze darting from being to being. 'Kuyre', the man wanting Yovtann for this 'army'. All I saw here was a bunch of thugs whomping on each other. The Skakdi of Flame thought to himself, rolling his eyes. A cold shoulder slammed into him, a grunt echoing from the passing crowd. Yovtann growled in return. Reaching a clearing, he gazed around the busy Ga-Koro dock. Where was Kuyre?

The Hero Factory builds are here to stay

Sadly.

When was there a BIONICLE that wanted to be a gorrila?

He's referring to the disproportionately-long arms of many BIONICLE canister sets from 2006 onward. A lot of people felt they were gorilla-like, especially several egregious examples where the hands hung lower than the figure's knees.

IC: The closer and closer Yovtann got, the stranger the scene at the docks sounded. Quick and rushed shouts, cries of pain, the loud clash of metal on metal. It had seemed all Karz had broken loose. What in the world is going on? The Skakdi of Flame thought, utterly curious. He drew his blood smear sword just in case.A small object rocketed up into the air, which was what appeared to be a Kadin wearing Toa archer. Yeah, this will be fun. Yovtann, signiture smug grin inching across his face, started running to the docks.

Stormer, Stringer, Bulk, Rocka, Evo, and a new hero.Kill off all the other heroes, please. I picked the least annoying here.

Eh, I don't really care for the actually sets themselves, especially the 1.0 masks, but they look amazing parts-wise.

Happy Birthday!!! :DHave a good one.

IC:Yovtann made his way throuch the streets of Ga-Koro, simply watching as the plethora of beings scurried back and forth across the village, hard at work in there every day lives. The sun shined down, giving on a comfortable warmth coinciding with the tropical mist of the fresh water. Chatter was evident, and numerous. Life, as it were, carried on.Someday, Yovtann thought as he walked through the Koro, aimless gaze wandering. Someday when I walk into this village, they will know me. They will all know me, my name everything. My supporters and the weak-willed will love me. My silent enemies will resent me. But one thing would be the same. They'd all respect me. Me, Yovtann.The Skakdi's picturesque world pieced it's self together around him, his thoughts the hands of creation. I will have the whole island in the palm of my hand someday. Someday, my army will march across the land unopposed. Someday, it will all pay off.Whistling an old folk's tune from a far off land, The Skakdi of Flame kept moving forward, continuing towards the Ga-Koroan docks.

OOC: Yovtann from Ko-Wahi.IC:The Skakdi stumbled to and fro, far off from where ever he left the Toa. His pain had ceased to register any longer, nothing more then bad burns. It was a mere struggle to keep his damaged eyelids open, and the try itself brought him to tears. He didn't know where he was, nor simply cared.Vuhltak sighed, breathe hoarse from the fight. He had seen villages slaughtered, clan members hunted, and friends killed. Why? Was does this happen to me?"You're not looking too good, Skakdi." A gruff voice called out from behind him. An air of authority seemed to trail off with the final word.Vuhltak spun. His head hurt, his walk little more then a limp. He was in no mood of talking. Through the fog of his vision he saw a being, tall, muscular, clad in red armor. "YOU." The Skakdi of plasma growled, whipping out what was left of his ruined dagger. So this Rahkshi-headed Toa followed me all this way to finish me off? "THAT IS IT. YOU WANT TO KILL ME? COME, COME AND FIGHT!!!"The enraged Skakdi was met with a burst of searing heat vision, aimed straight for his burnt leg. Yovtann looked on, watching as Vuhltak hit the ground on one knee, howling in pain. Yovtann drew his sword, raising it high above his held. "I am no Toa." He informed Vuhltak, his voice calm and relaxed. "And you are in my way." His sword then cut as smooth as his silky words, and another warrior, lost.Yovtann continued his journey, leaving another body hidden amongst the mud. There will be no one getting in my way.

I don't know why, but I've just never been the biggest fan of Nocturn.

I've found that 2009-2010 Dark green was actually staring to break for me. Huh.

IC:Yovtann rotated his blade as it rested in the palm of his armored hand, a crimson smear coating most of it now. Ah, with every death, power is lost. With every murder, power is taken. He sheathed his bloodied blade, returning his gaze to the frozen windswept landscape ahead. The snowfall was clearing, more and more could be seen now. The ice glittered as he sun's brilliant rays beamed off it. The looming mountains dotted the cold hard horizon, as the whip and howl of the relentless wind grew into a dead silence.The Skakdi continued his journey across the desolate snowland, moving closer and closer to a new life.OOC: Yovtann to Ga-Koro

IC:Yovtann followed every word, eyes synchronized word for word with the Matoran's speech. He remained stoic and flat, allowing the wheels of his mind to spin as they pleased. An army? He thought, the essence of a smug grin beginning to form on his stern face. Yes, an army will do nicely.His gaze sped once the word kill parted Jaga's doomed lips. His emotionless scowl underwent a drastic transformation, and a horrid one. Yovtann's growing pugnacious grin was wolfish, his signature Skakdi smile gleaming in the snow. As Jaga's timid and confused eyes looked up at him in dread, Yovtann's sword was already raised high across his shoulder, his eyes stern and focused. In the drop on his powerful arm and a rush of momentum, the Skakdi of Fire carried out his orders to the letter.Things are already in motion. The players are set. Yovtann smiled smugly as he walked briskly away from Jaga's decapitated form, pleased at his first kill after some time, and scroll in hand.Time to make something of myself.

IC:Vuhltak, battered, bruised, burnt, was all instinct now. His leg reeked pain and his head throbbed from it. His weapon in tatters, his sight failing, his pride diminishing. He was all but physically beaten now.The yellow spark growing from Kamaehu's axe was all he needed to see, blurred or not. He knew what it was, he knew what to do. He dove, but his muscles would not move. He jumped, but he would not bend his legs. So Vuhltak dropped, simply letting his knees give out. Two sharp thuds, and he was on the ground, kneeling at the Toa's mercy. The blast of fire came in fast, the end blow. A blinding yellow flash was the last thing he saw as the blast slammed straight into his face.Vuhltak let out a roar, a horrible sound, of grief and sorrow. The pain was overwhelming, unfathomable to him until now. He didn't care about the fight, nor the Toa. His hands clasped his burnt face, his eyes feeling as if the were torn straight out of their sockets. He saw nothing but red, a red and black blur where ever he looked. His head rocketed, as he let out another animalistic cry, one of the wounded or lost. He did not want to think, He did not want to fight. He just wanted the pain to stop.So Vuhltak, eyes burned where they lay, ran. He did not stop. He couldn't. The pain wouldn't.

IC:Along the monotonous howl of the stark wind, something was different. Yovtann craned his neck, extending his muscles as he turned nearly a hundred and eighty degrees to his right. What it was, he could only guess, but he heard something. Something strong, quick, and emphasized. A shout? He wondered, suinting his eye throgh the tendrils of falling snow descending on his being.Instinctively, his hand was on the frozen handle of his weapon, but he did not draw. He could see the being now. A small figure, standing clear in the storm. A matoran, most likely, but I won't make assumptions. "And who?" A gruff voice replied, deep and easily heard. "Who sends who a message? I need not be hearing words wrong for my ears."

IC:The low howl of the wind seemed to drag on across the white washed skies, the timely snowfall in an ever changing beat. The cold was the silent killer. It crept slowly, breaking away until white is the only color left again. A lone figure trudged and a steadfast yet relaxed pace, his powerful legs rising up through piles of frost only to strike down again hard. Small dips in the fluffy powder were all there were of his footprints, only to be filled seconds later by the common snow storm, leaving not one trace.The being donned bright red armor, the lone flame in a sea of white bleached darkness. It is darkness, isn't it? He thought, rolling his shoulders backas he began to slow, catching rest. Just the wrong color. So often people think of black, the color of earth and rock and shadow, as the evil of this world. Is that how we judge? Colors? I don't see how anyone is not anything but simply grey. Everything, everywhere his eye looked, he saw the same. An all encompassing white. It was a maze, a trap, a cage, or a retreat from the outside world. So many ideas, so many views.I guess I don't really have the time, do I? Yovtann, Skakdi of Flame thought to his lonesome. The time to wander, ponder, and watch the white flames of this color disoriented Karzahni. I have a life. I have an island to conquer.It's time to go.

Not the spinnies NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHeh heh, on topic, Everything is working fine for me. BZP actually has seemed faster as well.

Counting duplicates, I have 142 sets. I only have Pohatu, Gali, and Onua from 2001, All canisters from 2002, all of 2003, all canisters of 2004, all canisters of 2006 except Zaktan, all canisters of 2007, the yellow matoran from 2007, Hydraxon, Maxilos and Spinax, Gadunka, All canisters of 2008, all 2008 Matoran, Toa Ignika, Rockoh T3, All canisters from 2009, all Agori, Tuma, Thornatus V9, All of 2010.

IC:Vuhltak forced out an exhale, wrenching it from his weak gut. His torso seemed collapsed, his horse breath synchronized with the slow rise and dip of his constrained chest. His blackened leg was numb, even the slightest of movements causing a string of sharp pain and crackling armor, no worse the burnt leaves. I don't deserve this. This Toa is just an annoyance. I can beat him any day. I've got more important things to do in life."You talk. You ready to give up already Toa? I can do this all day." The enraged Skakdi spat, growling as his jagged teeth mashed together in a surge of rage. "I give you an offer. Admit to my victory, and we can both walk away. Go on, say it."

Hero Factory sucks. And a couple years of a revamped line would be awesome.

None of them. At all. If I had to choose, it'd be Tahu Stars, mainly because of his importance and that I don't have Tahu Mata.

The Transparent Kanohi Avohkii, and the Poisoned Hau Nuva for me.