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  1. yep. hey, sorry for not getting back. i can't really find all of my krana right now, but if you're still interested in the Bohrok-kal, i'll throw in whatever krana and krana-kal i've got for free.
  2. of the ones you listed, i have instructions for everything except Onewa Hordika, Boggorak, Suukorak, the Piraka, the Inika, Pridak, Kalmah, Carapar,and Hewkii Mahri. as far as a deal goes, i could take off a good chunk off the shipping costs for all those sets. yeah, i'll get pics up when i can. kinda busy with school and other things. i don't think anyone's asked about Pohatu, so he's yours. i have his instructions, but they're not in great shape (the front page is missing, and i think one of the birds i had at the time chewed it up a bit, too). i might have some additional kraata for the mass-released Rahkshi lying around (i think i have a full set for the brown one, too). i only bought like three of the blind-packed kraata sets, so i could have a couple of those too. any blind-packed Kanohi i might have are long-gone, though, sorry. i'm sure i've got some Rahi, but they're not together and i'm not sure if they're even complete. for just one Bohrok i don't imagine it being more than $5 or so, but someone's already PMed me about the set of Bohrok-kal.
  3. y'know, if i'm remembering right, i have quite a few krana and krana-kal (especially Lehvak-kal's) from when i collected them. i can dig 'em up if you're interested.
  4. i'm pretty sure Sidorak is 100% complete. I'll have to dig around for Keetongu's red spinner, but otherwise he's complete. Roodaka is missing those orange eye pieces and that glow in the dark stud for her mouth. EDIT: actually, she might not actually be missing them. i'll have to do some digging for them, but i'm pretty sure i've got them somewhere.
  5. i'm pretty sure they're all good, but it's no big deal, i'll clean 'em up for you if you want them. let me just check to see if they've got any cracked sockets or anything
  6. so once upon a time i had an okay revenue stream and i could afford to buy stuff. now i don't and i can't. so that means i'm selling some stuff! what an original solution. I guess the main deal is i've got a bit of Hero Factory stuff and a lot of Bionicle stuff, and i'd really really (really) like to get rid of as much as i can! please. HF: Breakout Breez - $10Breakout Furno - $10Breakout Bulk - $10Breakout Rocka - $10Breakout Stormer - $15Voltix - $10XT4 - $8Brain Attack Furno - $10BA Breez - $8BA Bulk - $8BA Rocka - $8 (no instructions)BA Stormer - $10BA Evo - $8BA Surge - $10Frost Beast - $10Scarox - $8Dragon Bolt - $15Aquagon - $8Ogrum - $10Chi Eris - $10Chi Gorzan - $10Chi Cragger - $10Chi Razar - $10Chi Worriz - $10Furno Mech - $10Stormer Mech - $10Rocka Mech - $10Bionicle: All six Toa Mata - $5 eachAll six Bohrok - $5 eachAll six Toa Nuva - $5 eachAll six Bohrok-kal - $5 eachAll six Rahkshi - $6 eachAll six Toa Metru - $6 eachAll six Vahki (with doubles of the red and blue ones) - $6 eachAll six Toa Hordika - $7 eachAll six Visorak - $7 eachAll six Piraka (eyes may or may not still light up) - $8 eachAll six Toa Inika (Hahli's weapon needs a new battery, the rest are fine) - $8 eachAll six Barraki - $8 eachAll six Toa Mahri - $8 eachAll six Phantoka - $8 eachAll six Mistika - $8 eachAll six Glatorian - $8 eachAll six Glatorian Legends - $8 eachAll six Stars - $4 each Nidhiki (x2) - $13 eachKrekka (x2) - $13 eachDume & Nivawk (I've got a set of both and then just Nivawk) - $13 for both, $10 for just NivawkSidorak - $13Roodaka - $13Keetongu - $13Axonn - $13Irnakk (just the parts to build him, no extras) - $13Umbra - $14Vezon & Fenrakk - $16Kardas (just him) - $35Nocturn - $13Hydraxon - $13Maxilos and Spinax - $15Gadunka - $13Mutran & Vican - $12Icarax - $13Toa Ignika - $14Takanuva - $15Vultrax - $13Mazeka - $15Rockoh T3 - $25Jetrax T7 - $35Axalara T9 - $50Tuma - $13Fero & whatsisface (x2) - $13 eachCendox - $14Kaxium (sp?) - $25Baranus - $30Thornatus - $45I've almost certainly got some pre-2004 big sets, but i'm not sure if they're complete or what. i'll figure it out later. please PM me if you're interested or post here or whatever. the prices are kinda set where i want them to be, but if you wanna buy like a ton of stuff i'll probably cut you a deal or something. thanks for stopping by!
  7. i like Rocka 'cause Tom Kenny does a neat voice for him (when he still voiced Rocka i guess). i genuinely don't care about the story enough to have noticed that he tends to take down the main guys but w/e. i'd also say it's a stretch to say any of the other guys "deserve" to take specific bad guys, it's just how it works out. i think everyone's okay as far as base personalities go, though Surge can get annoying to listen to kinda quickly.
  8. ha, yeah the heroes themselves are pretty standard fare (i tell myself they all look so similar 'cause negative universe Hero Factory doesn't approve of promoting individuality or something but really it's 'cause i just wanted to mess around with the colors), but i tried to make their bios fun to read at least. happy to see you like them. and yeah, Stormer ended up with Core Hunter's color scheme 'cause red/black is traditional super evil guy colors, and i figure Stormer's a traditional super evil guy or something. these guys actually started out as recolors of their 2010 forms, but i thought, different timelines and all, they should look a bit different from their positive universe selves. i'm also fond of the Drilldozer upper body piece, and i think it creates a nice silhouette, even if it limits what you can do on the torso piece. i actually kinda really dig Nex's colors. it's basically his usual orange/green except reversed and dulled down. i ran through a few different ones but i can't remember any of them right now (i'm not too big on Surge's either, i might change it eventually). all the weapons are recycled from previous incarnations except Stringer's i think (basically because they were easy to make), but hey i'm glad they look okay. anyway, thanks for the feedback, guys.
  9. Or "Not Another Alternate Universe Story" (aka why i shouldn't mess around with LDD when I'm bored) So Hero Factory's story seems to (unintentionally) make our heroes in good ol' Alpha-1 Team to be really sinister from time to time. From Evo suggesting to murder a buncha mini-Reapas in Breakout or all the heroes not giving a toss about all those kaiju they sent into an acid bath in Invasion from Below, the normal "positive universe" heroes already make you raise an eyebrow from time to time. So ya' gotta wonder "wow if that's what the legit heroes are like then man what could their negative universe counterparts be like?" basically Preston Stormer is the field leader of the tyrannical Hero Factory, Dr. Makuro's secret police force. Stormer commands Alpha-1 Team with an iron fist, and isn't afraid to dispose anyone who stands in the way of his ambitions. He's also absolutely bonkers if you get to know him well enough. He even goes as far to keep the deactivated Hank Thresher's head on a post outside of the assembly tower, just to let rookies know what happens when they cross him. Dunkan Bulk is something of a genius when it comes to mayhem, both on and off the battlefield, and has earned his place as Stormer's loyal right-hand man. If the Alpha-1 team leader needs something or someone broken, or a brand new weapon for some especially painful breaking, Bulk is the guy to call. James Stringer (don't call him "Jimi") is something of a recluse, preferring to keep to himself most of the time. He's really a pretty contemptuous guy once you get to know him, and he's certainly not above modulating his voice to scramble your circuits if he's in the right mood for it (which is essentially always). Stormer hates him (so does everyone else), but he works well in the field, so it's probably best to let him run through his usefulness before turning him into spare parts, eh? Wait, what? You're tellin' me there's a Daniel Rocka on the team? You gotta be kiddin' me. Oh! Waitaminute. Oh, you mean that guy? Y'know, the grey guy, right? 'bout as boring as his color scheme? You think he's disappeared, but that's mainly 'cause he's so forgettable that once he's outta your line o' sight, your processor just deletes everything related to him? Yeah, I got no idea who you're talking about. Go bother someone else, 'kay? Mark Surge is a new up-and-comer that's tearing through the Hero Factory ranks (hopefully not literally). Stormer's weary of him; in addition to being a backstabbing opportunist, he's also "hyper-competent," whatever that means, and never misses a kill in the field. Word is he's got his sights on that Alpha-1 Team Leader position, and he's willing to wait as long as he needs to take out whoever's in his way. Natalie Breez is something of a sociopath who kills small animals for fun. She's not much of a talker, either, but apparently she hangs around with Surge quite a bit. He might think it's she wants to be his second-in-command or something, but the truth is she'd probably chop him to bits as soon as he takes out Stormer. Why waste all that energy if Surge is happy to expend his own, y'know? Julius Nex is a new addition to the team, and he's something of a mad inventor... if, y'know, his inventions were of any use. No, he's far more content trying to see if he can fuse two separate heroes into one body or give a captured criminal two or three extra heads because he thinks it'd look neat. Word has it he's working on his next masterpiece. Calls it the "Brain Bug" or something. Who knows where that's gonna lead? William Furno was one of Makuro's most exciting prospects, but a glitch during the the development of his H-core resulted him being a bumbling moron who couldn't hit Bulk at point-blank range. He talks a big game, for sure, but let's face it, the only place he's going is the assembly tower - right next to Thresher. Nathan Evo is a whiny little creep who looks to adamant failures like Furno for advice. He's not really into pursuing criminals, either; he feels his time would be much better spent skewering infants or something. Weirdo. --- So yeah, they're not the most impressive Hero MOCs around (i guess i was going for a set-style approach?), but hey they're for fun and stuff. I've got some "villains" around too, but since the bios are probably more impressive than the actual guys i figure i should work on those first.
  10. i always figured that since Bulk is pretty much the new orange-ish guy, Nex is kinda redundant, and Lego doesn't really see the need to make the two or three new molds/recolors that a whole new Nex would need? ditto with Stringer, except he's more the redundant orange-ish/yellow-ish/bluish guy.
  11. So TRU has this wave for sure in California. Saw everything except Evo Walker, Jaw Beast and Stormer's mech. Also, they've got a BOGO sale and they haven't marked up the set prices (yet), so that's pretty timely
  12. bumpin cause i still want a Core Hunter. i can live without instructions as long as the dude's complete (ditto for XT4) sorry, i'm not really into the whole mocing thing right now. just lookin for the standard retail stuff.
  13. wait, sorry, what do you mean you "don't do shipping"?
  14. so yeah i kinda accidentally got into hero factory recently (whoops) and need to play a lot of catch up for now, though, i mainly wanna track down the Breakout waves, and work my way back from there. asking around here 'cause Amazon and Bricklink aren't too friendly with asking prices (i'm not really looking to pay more than the set's retail price plus shipping) anyways, so these are the sets I'd like to pick up. i don't need the bags, but i'd prefer to have the sets complete with instructions unless otherwise noted. (also items in bold are sorta priority wants): 6222 Core Hunter6229 XT4also this isn't a set, rather a sorta odd request, but you know how when the Hero Recon Team was a thing you had the option to build a hero with that super special blended black/silver 2.0 chest piece? yeah, i'd like to track one of those down too.so yeah, if you've got one or more of these please let me know either via pm or a post here. thanks for stopping by
  15. Yeah, I still have no idea what was up with the quotations, but I'm glad you held off on reading it 'til they got fixed (and even then some of the spacing got mangled without my noticing. Hopefully I fixed all that now). My original plan was actually to start in the middle/near-end of the Ta-Koro fight scene, but it wasn't coming out well at all, so I figured I'd just scrap it and start elsewhere. There were a couple other ideas, including with a sort of intro to Makuta, but none of them worked as well as I'd have liked. Like I said earlier, even if the Toa don't quite resemble their canon selves right now, I'm hoping that they do end up becoming more familiar over the course of the story. Po-Koro's ending was actually a super last-minute addition 'cause I started liking the idea of the attacks on the villages happening simultaneously so I bumped it up. I don't think the resolution will be dealt with really early, but the plague hitting off-screen should be able to work. Thanks for checking up, by the way. I've started on the next part already, so you'll definitely get the Ta-Koro resolution then, along with meeting the rest of the Toa.
  16. Yeah, the actual thing I had typed up in Word had everything. I don't really know what happened during the formatting for the forums? They were there a couple nights ago, but then I edited a thing yesterday and then they weren't. I mean, I do know that the quotations and the apostrophes are supposed to be there and I made a note before the chapter saying "hey they're missing and I'll fix that when I can."
  17. Scrash

    Bionicle: Year One

    Chapter II: “Six Heroes, One Destiny? - Part One” “Hafu.” “And this?” “Hafu, I-” “This is-!” “Hafu, I swear if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to walk away.” “-another Hafu original!” Pohatu sighed and put his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose. As a Toa, he was supposed to be a role model to all Matoran, and by extension he was supposed to actually like Matoran. And he did! He did. He honestly did. The carver named Hafu, however, was one that, perhaps he wasn’t going to be entirely fond of right away. It wasn’t normally in his nature to dislike people from the get-go. If he did, he probably never would have been friends with the others. But Hafu was another thing. He meant well, and it was pretty clear that he did, but whether it was because he trying to show off to the Toa of Stone or just in his nature, he had to stop the trip every few minutes to admire a stone statue. This was all well and good, but the fact that they were all his own made the entire situation a bit more awkward than necessary. Pohatu’s inclination at first was to poke fun at Hafu to slow him down a bit, but the jibe seemed to hit the Matoran more than it should’ve. The truth was that if he were Kopaka or Tahu, Pohatu probably would’ve been sterner with the Matoran. That, or he would’ve walked off without a warning or anything. In fact, he had more of an excuse to do so than they – he wore the Mask of Speed. All the ground he might avoid covering with Hafu as a guide could’ve been explored within seconds if he decided to use it. But he couldn’t. The little guy had heart, and he was genuine, and while his head may’ve been stuck up somewhere, he didn’t even hesitate to offer to help when asked. The Toa of Stone was still trying to piece everything together, but he felt as though even with all that he remembered, he was missing a lot. Pohatu’s canister had washed up on a beach and he’d been ejected after being unable to listen to the mission briefing. His weapon, a thin spear, had been trashed during the journey to this island, apparently. He’d never really liked the thing, anyway. Some Toa felt as though a weapon helped them focus their elemental powers in the heat of a battle. Seeing Tahu or Lewa in action might’ve made this a fact, but Pohatu was the other side of that coin. Trying to use the spear to channel his stone powers always made him feel awkward and clunky. He’d thought about moving on to other throwing weapons, but before he had a chance, he was selected for the mission. Best at sticking to hand-to-hand combat here, he decided. Or foot-to-hand. That brought up the question of where “here” was. Hafu called it the island of Mata Nui, which was undoubtedly a very strange name for an island. Still, it was a start. One of the others would fill him in on the proper whys and wherefores, he figured. All that was left was to actually find the others, and that was probably going to be easier said than done. That left him here. He’d found Hafu working on a new carving and asked him if he knew anyone that had a map of the island so he could better navigate it and meet up with the other five Toa. “I’m sorry, Pohatu, you were saying something?” Hafu asked. “Uh… yeah. I was thinking maybe we should keep moving.” He smirked. “Not that I don’t like your work – I think it’s great – but I’m trying to find my friends. They could be in trouble, for all I know, and I don’t want to wait longer than I have to.” Hafu smiled. “Yeah, no problem!” After a few minutes of heading towards the village, his expression changed. He wanted to say something, but he kept sizing up Pohatu, as if he were some intimidating figure. “Um, can I ask you something?” he inquired. “Sure.” “Who are you?” “Aside from the obvious ‘Pohatu?’ I’m just your average Toa of Stone. No one special, really.” “Well, and it might be ‘cause I’ve lived on Mata Nui my whole life, but I’ve never met a ‘Toa’ before. So that makes you kinda special. You look like a Matoran, though. Y’know, plus armor and weird mask and those things on your feet.” “Hey, don’t knock my foot additions. My foot additions are awesome.” “What do they do?” “They help when I’m running. Not running like you or anyone else runs, but moving at superspeed. They add enough weight to my lower body so I don’t trip up and kill myself by plowing into something. Plus they’re good in a fight.” “You fight with your feet?” “Well, yeah. You wouldn’t expect that, would you? Imagine being in the middle of a fight with me and bam – right in the chest. That usually takes people down.” “Do you get into fights often?” “Well, training exercises. Okay, so I’ve never actually been in a fight with someone who’s actively trying to kill me – except maybe Kopaka that one time – but I’ve been trained by some of the best.” He paused. “So’s this the place?” “Yep,” Hafu replied, gesturing to a small settlement of huts and shops. “Welcome to Po-Koro.” “’Quarantine,’” Pohatu stated quietly. “What was…” the Matoran’s voice trailed off. Written hastily and slapped to the village entrance was a sign. Hafu’s heart sank as he read it to himself. “VILLAGE UNDER QUARANTINE. ENTER AT OWN DISCRETION.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “You’re following me,” Lewa muttered. “You’re lost,” his companion shot back. “Admit it, you’re just wandering around in the jungle.” “I’m not lost. ‘Lost’ implies I have an idea of where I’m going. Believe me, I don’t.” “Well, maybe if you told me who you are and why you’re here, I could help you out.” The Toa of Air sighed. “Look, er… Kongu? Kongu. I told you that already. Twice. The second time in my slow voice.” “You lost me after ‘Toa’ both times. I don’t know what that is. I feel like the rest of your story depends on me knowing what a ‘Toa’ is, and since I don’t, I kinda just tuned you out.” Lewa closed his eyes behind his mask for a moment and rubbed his temples. “Okay. Third time. Last time, all right? I’m Lewa, Toa of Air.” He gestured up and down with his arms, indicating himself. More slowly and just a touch more condescendingly, he added, “A Toa is a being gifted with elemental powers. His or her duty is to serve the greater good. God, I feel like I’m reciting ‘How to Be a Toa for Novices.’ Most Toa have Toa Tools and Kanohi masks. These are useful in fighting bad guys. A bad guy is someone that does bad things.” “I get the feeling you’re mocking me.” “I’m not.” Lewa tried to force back a slight smile. “Anyway, so there are six of us – me, Pohatu, Onua, Gali, Tahu, and Kopaka. We were all selected for the mission. I don’t know what the mission is. I think I’m suffering from some type of temporary amnesia from all the time spent in my transport canister. How long that is, I dunno. That’s how I got here, the transport. I washed up on the coast and here I am.” “Wow.” “What?” “You’re telling me that there are more well-armed masked strangers like you here on the island?” “That’s what you got from all that?” “Dodging my question. Not suspicious at all.” “I told you we’re the good guys.” “Well, yeah, but you’re also holding an axe and you’ve just claimed to have superpowers.” “Anyway, yes, I’m hoping the others are here. Assuming here is where we’re even supposed to be. They should be able to let me know what’s going on since I just can’t seem to remember.” He frowned. There were much more unknown factors than he was comfortable with. Kongu’s voice broke his thoughts. “How do you plan on finding them? Did you have a designated meeting plan for when you got split up?” “No.” “Do you have a flare or some way of letting them know where you are?” “No.” “Do you have a plan in case they’re not here or if you’re in the wrong place?” “No.” “Do you-?” “No.” “I’m sensing a pattern here.” “’I’m sensing a pattern here,’” Lewa parroted, his frown shifting to a scowl. He swung his axe at a nearby tree, cleaving it through in one clean movement. “Yes. Fantastic. Thank you for your infallible help.” “I’m just saying,” Kongu replied, motioning for the Toa to calm down a bit, “that maybe you need to think this through. I’m headed back to Le-Koro. Maybe you can get something to eat, something to drink, and then you can figure out what you want to do. Hm?” Lewa let out another sigh. “Okay. Okay. Maybe I am getting a little…” “Irritable?” “I was going to say ‘frustrated,’ but close enough. I’m not like this normally, y’know? That’s Tahu’s thing, snapping off at people. Breaking things… But I’m stuck here, and I don’t know where here even is. I don’t know where the others are, and I have a giant blank where my memories used to be. I know a couple facts about myself at best, let alone what this ‘mission’ I’m supposed to be on is. So yeah, sorry for… well, sorry if I’m not my normal cheery self.” “It’s okay,” Kongu said gently. He put a hand on Lewa’s shoulder and smiled, trying to coax the Toa into doing the same. “I get it. Well, no, actually, I don’t get it – I’ve got no idea what any of that’s like for you, but… I can understand why you’d be upset.” “It’s just… ugh. When I came out of the transport, I was so sure that we had a plan. This was literally less than an hour ago. I was so sure that this was just a quick rendezvous point and we’d leave to start the mission, but I don’t think this is gonna be that easy. There’s too much I don’t know. I- I’m realizing how difficult this is all gonna be. And it sucks. It really, really just… sucks.” “Well, if you promise not to hack at any more trees, I’ll take you to Le-Koro. You can talk to Matau and maybe he can get you in touch with the other villages to see if any your friends found their way to them. Things’ll work out, that’s what Matau tells us if one of us is having a bad day. Things’ll work out, but we have to help ourselves, too.” Lewa breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. “Thanks, Kongu. I appreciate your help. Really. I do.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Maku. Maku. Just-” Takua motioned her to ease up. “-just if you could, please slow down. Start again. Please.” He tried to speak as clearly and patiently as he could. It was difficult, what with him entrusting a sieged Ta-Koro to a sword-wielding stranger. Even if Maku weren’t freaking out, his thoughts would go back to his village on their own. “What happened?” “I was just looking for Hahli. We were gonna go head out for Kohlii practice ‘cause we almost beat Po-Koro last year. But then I stopped by Kotu’s to say ‘hi’ and then…” “…and then everything changed when the Rahi attacked,” Takua finished, trying to sound as melodramatic as possible. He flinched at the sound of his own words. Maku shot him a look. “Okay, that was incredibly less stupid in my head. I’m sorry. I’m… I just… I don’t have an excuse.” “What were you even trying to do?” “I don’t know. I’m kinda, you know, panicking on the inside a little bit.” His words started slurring together. “I mean, Ta-Koro’s under attack and Ga-Koro was attacked and what if the other villages are too and oh man I’m sailing on a boat with you and I don’t even know what I want to do here. What if we’re too late?” “I don’t know! You’re supposed to be calming me down! We can’t both be freaking out!” “Why not? We’d might as well get it out now.” He inhaled and exhaled audibly a few times. “Okay. Try again. The Rahi attacked.” “I tried to contact Po-Koro, but I couldn’t, and then they destroyed our communications system. I got on a boat and I remembered you said you’d moved to the beach, so I thought… Well, I don’t know what I thought. Maybe that you could help us out again. Who was that, by the way? The tall guy.” “He said his name was Tahu. He lived in that cylinder. I guess. I don’t know who he is. He said he’d be willing to see if he could help out Ta-Koro.” “You believed him?” “He seemed sincere. I was going to keep an eye on him, but that kinda didn’t happen. Still, maybe that wasn’t my best idea. I hope everyone’s okay over there. I hope everyone’s okay everywhere. This is insane. Why are Rahi attacking your village? I guess they’re also attacking Ta-Koro, but it doesn’t make sense. Animals don’t just mount organized assaults. This isn’t some half-baked narrative!” Maku didn’t say anything. Takua followed her gaze to a ravaged Ga-Koro. She closed her eyes as he placed a hand on her back, trying to comfort her. Homes were damaged and destroyed. An entire village, bruised and disfigured. Desolate. No one walked around. All life was gone. Nixie wasn’t in her observatory. Kotu wasn’t bragging about her latest catch to Hahli. Nokama wasn’t making her rounds for the day. Okoth wasn’t running his little shop. No Amaya or Kai, no Marka or Shasa. A light grey smoke hovered above the ruins, a scar in the sky. “It’s going to be okay,” Takua whispered. He tried to think of something more profound, something to rally Maku’s spirits. He came up with nothing. After a minute, all he could manage – and he hated himself for not being able to say anything else – was the same statement again, “It’s going to be okay, Maku. I promise.”
  18. So I have started the next chapter. My original plan was to have as much stuff crammed in it as possible, but the more sensible side to me has opted to have this chapter and the next be a two-parter. I'm about 40% done right now, ignoring editing and revision time. But I figured I could tease it a bit, so here is the chapter title and a quote to buy some time until I get to post it. --- Chapter II: "Six Heroes, One Destiny?" Part One “How do you plan on finding them? Do you have a designated meeting plan for when you got split up?” “No.” “Do you have a flare or some way of letting them know where you are?” “No.” “Do you have a plan in case they’re not here or if you’re in the wrong place?” “No.” “Do you-?” “No.” “I’m sensing a pattern here.”
  19. Wow, firstly, thank you guys! I thought the length might put some people off, and it might've, but yeah wow. I did definitely want to capture some of the familiar feel of the old story, but I'm really glad you like what I decided to change. I think one of the things I wanted this to be, and hopefully it'll show more in future chapters, is that this isn't so much abbout the mask hunt (which, again, I'm doing away with) and less about the villain as it is about the heroes. Because heroes have conflicts! And they can be interesting, and I think the old story left a lot of those potential conflicts and character moments untouched. So hopefully I'm able to make this a more character-driven story than a plot-driven one.The smalltext came from me basically having no idea how to convey and "under the breath" sentence without, as you said, breaking up the dialogue. Some comics just have "mumbled" text smaller than the rest and I thought it worked wonderfully there, so I why not give it a shot here. I'm glad that not only you knew what it was supposed to mean, but that you actually liked it!As for more Matoran showing more personality, I think that comes from the old game where you played as Takua and ran around Mata Nui. This is "their" island and so that also makes it their story in a way. I'm going to try to split future chapters between both the Toa trying to find their place in a strange new world with no recollections (well, I shouldn't really say no recollections) of what's happened before and the Matoran trying to survive and adjust to a suddenly hostile island (with Takua acting as the audience surrogate).Lastly, on the conflict between Jaller and Vakama - I feel like the old story wasn't very realistic since you never really got the feeling that anything bad happened before the infected Rahi. Here, I feel like having someone like Vakama becoming an incompetent leader (and we as Bionicle fans know he wasn't, at least not always) kinda hints at things from the past affecting him right now, and it asks questions like "what is going on with him?" and "why is there tension between him and Jaller?" There's a large cast to develope between Toa, Turaga, and Matoran, but Vakama is definitely one I want to really flesh out here. Actually, I don't plan on Tahu straying too far from him normal self. Here, we're mainly seeing him react and he's not had time to think. He has to react to the canister, he has to react to Takua, and in the next chapter he has to react to throwing himself into a fight that isn't his. I guess I can tease at some future plans, so I'll say that each Toa does not have the same amount of memory loss as another, and I want this to have a big part in developing them, Tahu especially.And lastly, I know a lot of people, especially people that have a lot of nostalgia for the old story, liked the mystic aspects to the story, but I think that as in the real world, not everyone really shares the same view on what we don't know. Some Matoran really believe in Mata Nui as "the divine" and they see everything with the mystic view that we saw Bionicle through at first and they really buy into U.D.D., but why should everyone? Takua obviously doesn't, and that gets him in trouble, and Jaller sees how messed up that is. I think the old story sometimes let us forget that these guys are individuals that have their own goals and feelings and beliefs by often lumping them as one big collective "the Matoran" and I hope I get to explore that even/especially if I ever do post 2001-2003 stuff.EDIT: I hope you guys don't mind the lack of description for the characters, either. That was intentional 'cause I don't want to force a "look" on them, and some people might see Tahu and Takua and Kopaka differently than others do. Some might like them looking like they did in the Miramax films, some might like the toy look, some might want to see them as humans in armor (or aliens, even). All that's totally cool. See these guys as you want to.
  20. Did you have a thought on this fanfic that you'd like to type out? This would appear to be the place to do that sort of thing.Here's the topic in case that's still how the rules work
  21. So I guess I should explain what this is and such first. It's a reinterpretation of the first year Bionicle story (aw man so creative) and for the most part it uses the old story but doesn't really follow it to a 't' 'cause there are a few parts here and there that I don't think hold up in hindsight (namely: the entirety of the mask-hunting quest). This, for the most part, came out of little 'doodles' I wrote one week and I pieced them together and then did some a lot of editing and cleaning up and I tried to make it as tolerable as I could. It's written to be a sort of 'one hour series premiere' (that's the best term I can come up with right now), so I will warn you in advance, this first chapter is a bit long for what I usually write. Future ones, if/when they exist, will be written more to be 'half-hour episodes' with the occasional 'forty-five minute specials.' (Sorry for all these TV series terms, I'm very tired tonight.) I think it's nine pages in Microsoft Word, but I used a spacing, so it might be a bit shorter than that. I guess that's all I've got to say, really. Please feel free to critique/ask questions/tell me it's too fanfic-y/etc. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter I: “Sunset” Ta-Koro, the fire village. Actually, “village” was something of an understatement. It was more of a fortress, a stronghold of four-foot thick stone walls that rose up out of the ground. A moat of lava surrounded the settlement, the only ways in being through the cave system to the west or via the drawbridge in the opposite direction. It was home to a few hundred Matoran, each residing in small huts scattered throughout the interior. Shops, markets, and other places of commerce also found their way inside. Far to the west, beyond the caves, was Mangai, the dormant volcano that cast a shadow over all in its wake. To the east was the Charred Forest, and past that was the Ta-Wahi beach, home to a certain wandering outcast. The entrance to Ta-Koro was guarded by a gate, which also served to protect the cablecar system that allowed for travel to Ko-Wahi, was adorned with an inscription Turaga Vakama, the village elder, had written when work here was completed: “Unity, Duty, Destiny” Nuhrii was a simple person. He lived a simple life. He wasn’t as brash and bold as Jaller or as eccentric and… well, eccentric as Kapura (there really weren’t many other words to describe Kapura). In fact, his only talent of note was sculpting replica Kanohi masks. Not many people knew what they were, but each Turaga owned a small cache of masks, and it was said they bestowed great power to mighty Toa heroes. Vakama had enthusiastically told him embrace this hobby, as it was a remnant of times before Nuhrii could recall. The truth was that Nuhrii simply couldn’t remember as far back as the Turaga could. His earliest memory was of waking up on the Ta-Wahi beach with other Matoran and the rest of his life started from there. Vakama had never really taken the time to explain what had happened before life on the island of Mata Nui, but all things considered, perhaps it was best to leave all the past’s baggage behind. After all, everyone lived on an island paradise. What more could someone want? The day was almost over, the sun setting slowly to the west. The sky would go from a light blue to orange to red, and the Ta-Koran decided he could suspend his guard duties long enough to watch this spectacle of nature. Ten years. It’d been a happy ten years since he first woke up on that beach. Some people, like Takua, wanted more from this life than Ta-Koro had to offer, but Nuhrii never could understand what. He was a simple person. He lived a simple life. Everything he could ever imagine wanting was right here – food, water, friends. And in this very moment, Nuhrii closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, a smile of relaxation forming on his face. Life was bliss. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Oh, Nuhrii…” Vohon sighed. “You didn’t deserve this. You really didn’t. I mean, yeah, you kinda had your head in the clouds all the time and you made those freaky masks, but I never held it against you.” He sat in Jaller’s office in one of the towers that overlooked the Charred Forest. Nuhrii was dead, found by the other two guardsmen on duty. Nothing like this had ever really happened before, so the four of them had gathered to figure out what they should do. “Shut up, Vohon,” Jaller began. “So. What happened? Aft? Agni? You guys were on patrol, too.” “I dunno,” Agni grimaced. She gave a shrug. “Rahi attack? I’m not a doctor – that’d be Tiribomba, by the way – but I think these are bite marks.” She pointed to the damage to Nuhrii’s right arm, then to his right leg. “Nothing local would do this, though. We get, what, Kofo-Jaga and firefliers and other bugs, right? Nothing with teeth. Definitely nothing local.” Jaller paced back and forth for a bit before sitting behind his desk. “Get Tiribomba,” he said at last, leaning forward and placing the palms of his hands together in front of his mouth. “I want to know how exactly this happened, what exactly killed him.” He stared at his friend’s body for a few seconds and frowned. “He might’ve been bitten by… well, whatever got him, but these aren’t fatal wounds. He also didn’t bleed out, I don’t think. Agni?” She gave a nod and ran off to fetch the Ta-Koran medic. “He said ‘sound the alarm,’” Aft murmured quietly. “Hm? What was that?” Vohon inquired. “He said what?” “Before he… well, before he died,” Aft answered, more loudly so that the others could hear, “he told Agni and I to sound the alarm. Then he just… dropped. I didn’t think much of it then ‘cause I was kinda freaking out, but…” “The alarm. As in the alarm we sound only under the direst of circumstances. That one? The alarm that Vakama said we would only ever use if we were invaded and under attack? Just so we’re clear.” He glanced from Aft to Jaller. “Wow. I didn’t think it was possible for you to frown even more than you were a second ago.” “Shut up, Vohon,” the Captain muttered. “I’m… I’m thinking. We can’t sound the alarm, even if it was Nuhrii’s dying wish. Just because there’s a potentially dangerous Rahi out in the forest doesn’t mean we get to have a village-wide panic. Okay… We’ll get a few guys to find it, scare it off, kill it, whatever. Then we’ll hold a memorial for Nuhrii and we’ll move on.” He sounded hollow, as if he didn’t buy into his own words. “It’s sad that this happened, but it’s not…” His gaze met Aft’s eyes, then Vohon’s. “Fine. Fine. I’ll say it. I know you two want me to. Something’s up. If this were a fatal Rahi attack, he wouldn’t have been able to run and find you and Agni. Then when he died – you said he just dropped dead.” “Ooh, half an hour of being dead and we’ve already got a conspiracy going on. I love a good conspiracy.” It was Tiribomba, accompanied by Agni. “What’re we thinking? Possessed Rahi? Overlord demon general of the night? Shapeshifting bad guys?” The others looked at him as though he’d just grown another head. “C’mon, Nuhrii was a pretty airheaded dude. I don’t think he’d care if we weren’t all super somber and stuff. I certainly don’t.” “Oh, for Mata Nui's sake, Tiri,” Jaller growled. “Nuhrii’s dead! He’s dead and it doesn’t make sense. What attacked him? What killed him? Why did he die the way he did and not the way he should’ve?” “Well. Poison,” the medic replied. “There’s poison in his system. That’s what killed him.” An eerie silence descended on the room. “Poison.” Yes, there were many Rahi that had venom as a natural defense that they could find, and any one of those could’ve been the culprit, but it was all in the words. “Venom,” that was what implied a freak accident, something more suitable for an animal attack. But “poison?” That had a hidden undertone, one that no one could miss. “Poison” implied intent, that this was something deliberately planned. “Vakama,” Jaller breathed harshly. “Get him. Now. We’ve got to talk.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Always a pleasure, Jaller,” the Turaga stated softly. His mind was clearly elsewhere, as it always seemed to be as of late. Aft and Vohon had escorted him to the Captain’s office and watched as he took a seat. “I appreciate that you decided that I was to be in the know.” “Guys?” Jaller asked. The two Matoran nodded subtly and left the room without question. “So. How’re we going to play this?” “’Play this?’” Vakama repeated. “Lest you forget, Captain, that I am still this village’s Turaga. It would suit you well not to speak to me with that dismissive tone of yours.” “Oh… geez, Vakama.” He sighed. “Right now? At this moment? You’re only our Turaga in theory at best. You’ve been doing a terrible job at running this place lately. I’ve had to step up and do your job for you. You spend all your time in your hut in front of that godforsaken fire and you contribute nothing to Ta-Koro anymore. ‘Unity, duty, destiny,’ remember. Who wrote that? That’s right, you did. The last thing of any note you did here was banish Ta- Tak-…?” “Takua.” “Takua, and that was after he saved you from that Vatuka infestation in the caves. I get that he’s been openly discontent with living here lately, but he helps people. In the other villages. He’s a good guy. I can tell and I don’t even know him that well. And you banished him. Oh, and don’t get me started on the whole ‘don’t communicate with the other villages’ nonsense you started last week.” “We’re not safe, Jaller. I can sense it. We need to fend for ourselves. We have to focus our resources and people here, not have them wander off and go elsewhere. If Takua wishes to travel, then so be it, but I will have none of it here.” A pause. “Of course, this isn’t about Takua, or even Nuhrii for that matter. You’re trying to undermine me.” “That last thing Nuhrii did,” Jaller said, ignoring the Turaga’s last statement, “was to tell Aft and Agni to raise the alarm. He died by poison. We think it’s a Rahi attack. It makes some sense, but not enough. You know a thing or two about different Rahi. What transmits a poison through a bite?” “Nui-Kopen, the great wasps. They’re most infamous for their venomous bites. They’re not local creatures, as I’m sure you know, but a hive may have migrated to the forest. What caused them to move, however, is beyond me.” “I guess that’s the hundred-widget question. But would a swarm of bugs freak Nuhrii out enough to spend all his energy finding Aft and Agni and telling them to sound the alarm?” “Perhaps. And perhaps there is still more to learn.” “Check his body if you want. Check his pack, too. He still had it on him. All we found was one of those masks he makes from time to time. Rusted old thing. I’ve seen his usual work – they’re usually nice polished.” Vakama had gotten up to take a look at the mask. When he turned back to Jaller, his eyes were filled with worry. “Is this it? Jaller. Is this it?” “Yeah. Why?” “Sound the alarm.” “What? Why?” “Sound. The. Alarm. This isn’t one of Nuhrii’s masks. It’s a message. It’s Nuhrii’s last message.” “Um, guys? Hate to interrupt. Really do.” Tiribomba poked his head through the door. His expression was impossible to mistake: stark terror. “You miiight want to take a look outside.” Both Jaller and Vakama rushed to the window. Their jaws hit the floor. Gathered in the Charred Forest were Rahi. Dozens of them. They moved as one towards the village – Muaka tigers and Kane-Ra bulls and Tarakava lizards and more. Hanging onto trees and buzzing angrily were Nui-Kopen. They all had a sickly glow to them, as if possessed by some outside force. They all had strange objects attached to them, and if one were to get a close enough look, they would see that they appeared to be masks. Rusted, worn out Kanohi masks. This wasn’t nature gone mad. This was the difference between “venom” and “poison.” This was planned. Deliberate. “Retract the drawbridge!” Vakama cried. “Sound the alarm! Ta-Koro is under attack!” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Ow.” Takua let out a long groan as he picked himself back up. Every bone and muscle in his body ached. Why did they ache? He tried to remember what had happened, but his memories of the last hour or so were fuzzy. Matau! Turaga Matau had given him some sort of instructions for a task, and he’d set out to do it. The details still weren’t there, but he really did hope whatever he was supposed to do ended in success. So now he was here, back on the Ta-Wahi beach that he called home. Right. He was still in exile over that argument he’d had with Vakama. That was his thing, though. He was Takua, and he’d earned his title of “the Wanderer” years ago. He felt no loyalty to Ta-Koro, and the “serving-the-village” shtick the Turaga had tried to feed the Matoran just didn’t suit him. He wasn’t loyal to Ta-Koro not because he had any negative feelings toward it, but rather because his loyalty was reserved for people. Select people. Of his own choosing. But people, nevertheless. His pack was buried in the sand near his little shack. Good. He’d been writing down his exploits of the last week. Turns out that life in the other villages was almost as routine as it was in Ta-Koro, but weird things had started to happen lately. They really became noticeable right when he’d set out for Onu-Koro, the earth village, to help find Turaga Whenua and a team of miners. Note to self, he thought, go back to Le-Koro and talk to Matau so he can clear… everything up. He smiled to himself. He had to admit, it was quite the adventure. After assisting Onepu and Tehutti with rescuing Whenua and the mining team from a rogue group of Vatuka, creatures made of living stone, he’d been asked to the Turaga’s chambers. Whenua told him that if he was up for it, he’d both continue his adventures and before a task of grave importance. Needless to say, Takua was in. The Onu-Koran Turaga handed him a cylindrical stone and told him to show it to the other five village elders. The message he was to bring was a simple one: “It’s time.” And so Takua did as he was told, travelling to Ga-Koro, Po-Koro, Ko-Koro, and Le-Koro. He’d made friends and even got Turaga Nuju to crack a smile. It was Le-Koro’s elder, Matau, that explained to him what he was to do with the stones. Something about taking them to the center of the island and… That’s where he drew a blank. He hesitantly made his way back to, by which anyone else would mean “snuck into,” Ta-Koro only to hear that the Vatuka he’d chased away from Onu-Koro had made their way through the cave system and kidnapped Vakama, who was searching for something, apparently. “Oh, thank you, Takua!” he thought. “Thank you for saving me from those rock monsters while I nagged at you for five minutes. Here! Here’s your home back! Welcome back!” Yes, maybe if our elder were anyone else, I might have actually gotten something other than a mini-lecture. In actuality, he did. Vakama, surprisingly, had no qualms giving him the last stone. Really, he was quiet for the majority of the trip back to the village, and the last thing that was said between the two of them simply reiterated Matau’s instructions. Now, after all that, Takua was here. It was sunset, and he was tired. He’d check the fishing traps, have a meal, then sleep for the next, oh, three days. Then maybe another adventure. But first? First, he had to deal with the peculiarity that he’d somehow failed to notice before. It was a grey cylinder. It was about ten feet long and four feet across. The end pointing to the cliffs behind him was rounded. It seemed to have washed up on shore sometime in the last day or so. A few birds had decided to land on it, one of them pecking at what appeared to be a latch with its beak. Takua frowned. He recognized this thing. He felt like he knew what it was and what it was supposed to do, but his memories wouldn’t extend far enough. The stone relics! Now he realized why the shape was familiar, at least – the cylinder looked like an upscaled version of the stones. Was there a connection, perhaps? Maybe the Turaga had something stored away in this to deal with all the weirdness happening lately. It made sense. Adventurer’s instinct taking hold of him, he walked up to the cylinder and felt its surface. It was smooth and metallic. The rounded edge was connected to the rest of it by six latches, but there didn’t seem to be any way to decouple them from the outside. Takua smirked. His gaze shifted to the fishing traps. Sleep could wait. This was a mystery. He liked mysteries. “Time to play the waiting game.” He walked to the traps. A small codfish had been snagged. Nothing substantial, but it would keep him full until something happened. He began to take it out when a wall of sound hit him, causing him to drop his catch back into the water, where it swam away. It was the Ta-Koro alarm. The village was under attack. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Where am I? he wondered. Who am I? Am I trapped? It feels like I’m trapped. Well, that may not have been entirely true. A quick glance around revealed that he was once held in place by some kind of harness, but was now free to move about. For whatever that was worth – he was still surrounded by metal walls and odd machinery with no exit in sight. Space was limited. He figured air was going to be limited, too, depending on how long he’d been stuck here. He breathed in deeply and tried to resist the urge to panic and throw a fit. A blue screen flashed in front of him, but he couldn’t read what the text was supposed to say. That may not have been entirely true, either. It had been a few seconds at most since he woke up and his senses were scrambled at best. His bearings would come back to him, he realized. He focused until the text went from gibberish to proper language. Now he could decipher it. “Destination Reached” Well, that was telling. He didn’t know he was on some kind of voyage. Wait. There was more underneath that. “Vocal Identification Required” “Okay,” he said. He recoiled a bit from hearing himself. It was nothing like how he sounded in his head. “This… this good?” “Yes,” a toneless voice replied. “Welcome, Tahu. We are sorry to report that the contents of this vessel have been damaged. Repairs were attempted, but insufficient. Manual repairs must be issued later.” “Okay. How do I get out of here? I don’t do well in enclosed spaces.” “A briefing is recommended before your departure, as the contents of this vessel have been damaged.” Tahu looked around and smirked. “Everything looks fine to me. Why do I need a briefing, though? What’s going on?” “You were selected for the mission. Loading briefing soundbytes…” A pause. “We are sorry to report that the briefing data has been corrupted. You must be briefed by another source.” Another pause. “Scanning of this vessel has revealed that your items are intact despite the damage. Initiate ejection process?” “Oh. Oh yes. Let’s get me outta here.” “Very good, Tahu. We of the-” A static hiss. “-wish you the best of luck. Initiating ejection process.” “Cool. Now, how do I-?” A rumble filled the air. The top of his encasement exploded off, and the next thing he knew, he was launched into the air. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted three objects flying with him. Actually, he wasn’t flying. He’d hit the peak of his ascent. Now he was falling. He flailed his limbs about before coming to the conclusion that indeed, he could not fly. The ground rushed towards him, and in a moment, he would- “Ow.” It was sand. He’d landed on sand. This was definitely the highlight of his day, if not his existence. He’d landed on sand. Whoever designed that vessel clearly banked on the fact that he’d wash up on a beach and not on, say, rocks. Or a cliff. He dusted himself off and stood up, stretching his muscles for the first time in what felt like ages. He looked around for his things. He had things, apparently. They were a few feet away from him, but nothing like what he’d expect. One was a mask. Another was a sheath to be attached at the waist. The last was a sword, shaped in such a way to look like a long jet of flame. The more he thought about it, the more it became obvious that he was in that canister by his own choice. He had belongings, for whatever purposes they served. What wasn’t obvious was why he was in there in the first place, and precisely what he’d need a mask and sword for. He fitted the sheath around his waist and slid the sword in. He thought about putting the mask on for a moment before realizing that he’d probably look odd to anyone else. “Hey!” a voice called out. Tahu turned his head to see that it was a… oh, what were called? A Ma- a Mat-… A Matoran! From the look of him, he seemed distressed. “Who are you? Do you know what’s going on?” “Um. Who are you?” “Hey, man, I asked first. Hear that? That’s the Ta-Koro alarm. It means the village is under attack. Soon as it goes off, guess who explodes out of that thing?” He pointed to the canister. The Matoran took a deep breath in and let it out, trying to calm down. His eyes rested on Tahu’s sheath. “Is- is that a sword?” he stammered. “Are you armed? With a sword? What is going on?” “Okay. Okay. Look. I’m not here to stab at people. At least, I don’t think so. I’m… I’m Tahu. I guess. I’m here for the mission. I have no idea what’s happening. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been stuck in that vessel for the past… however long I’ve been there. I don’t know what Ta-Koro is because I don’t even know where I am. I quite literally just woke up a few minutes ago. Does that mean anything to you? The mission, that is. Are you here to brief me?” “Mission? What mission? I’m just you’re average run-of-the-mill Ta-Koran exile. I’m Takua, since you asked. Okay… so we’re both incredibly late to the party. Not that we knew there was a party in the first place. So… Tahu, was it? I’ve got a mission for you. Ta-Koro was my village, my home before I… moved to the beach here. I have friends there. It’s under attack. We’ve gotta head over there and see what’s going on, okay?” “You…” Tahu frowned. “You realize you’re about to trust a partially-disoriented stranger with a sword who’s more or less out of every single loop that you can imagine, right?” “Wait, you’re actually going to help? You’re considering? I was ready to put up a bit of a fight.” “You’re taking advantage of my caring nature. And I guess I just so happen to have a caring nature. I’ll help, but if you can promise me something. I need answers. On just about everything. After this is over, you’ll take me to someone who can help me out, all right?” “Yeah, you got it. No problem. Now let’s g-” “Takua!” The two turned around to see another Matoran running towards them. She was wide-eyed and slightly panicked. “Takua, Ga-Koro’s been attacked! I don’t know why or how, but the others have disappeared. I… I didn’t know where else to go. I tried to send a message to Hewkii in Po-Koro, but their communications system’s down. We need help. Please, you’ve gotta come back with me.” “Maku,” Takua replied, “Ta-Koro is under attack right now. I have to help them. I… I don’t know what to say. I can’t abandon the others.” He looked at Tahu, who stared off into space. He looked like he was having an epiphany, a moment of clarity truer than anything even Vakama could’ve imagined. “You won’t,” Tahu stated gravelly. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on or why all these places are under attack, but… but I know that I’m not going to let any attack go on if I can help it. Go with your friend, Takua. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll see what I can do for your village. Promise.” “It’s through the forest. You can’t miss it. Are… are you sure? You said it yourself, you’re disoriented and you just got here. You don’t really owe a bunch of strangers anything, do you?” “Takua, right now, I’m a blank slate. I don’t know what I’ve done in the past, and I just might owe you something. But there’s one thought from before that I’ve got in my head and it’s this: I’m Tahu, Toa of Fire. I command the heat and flame, and I’ve got tremendous power at my fingertips. I was born to serve the greater good, and right now that means protecting innocents from whoever’s attacking them.” “Okay. Okay.” Takua gave a small smile of relief. “You any good with that sword?” “Oh,” Tahu chuckled, placing the mask over his face at last. A surge of energy flowed through his body. “You’ve got no idea.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Man down!” Jaller yelled. “Man down!” He dragged Kapura’s body away from the scene of the battle, looking frantically for Tiribomba as three more guardsmen ran towards their attackers. Everything had gone completely wrong almost immediately. Keahi had responded first to Vakama’s order to retract the drawbridge, but a Nui Kopen had flown across and killed him before he even had the chance to throw the lever. Right after, the mob of Rahi stormed forward, trying to make its way across the bridge, but were chased back by a number of guardsmen before they could breach the gates. Kalama, Brander, and Aohdan fought for as long as they could, but were overwhelmed by the maddened creatures in the end. Five. That was the number of Ta-Korans who had died during the time spent on this island… and they were all killed tonight. The truth, the sad and bitter truth, was that despite the alarm, despite Nuhrii’s warning, the village was embarrassingly unprepared. All they had to defend themselves were a few trained guardsmen armed with a few paltry weapons, four of whom now dead, and a few hundred noncombatant civilians. Oh, and Vakama. While no one could’ve ever expected dozens of non-local Rahi to suddenly go mad and mount an organized assault, the truth remained the same: Ta-Koro was not ready for a fight. It was not ready for a fight, and tonight? Tonight, it would seem, was the night that Ta-Koro would fall. Reviews go here
  22. Hi, I haven't logged onto this site in months, but I had to stop by to say "wow." Seriously awesome parody post, sir. <3 it lots.
  23. Can you post pics of some of those pieces that have kinda vague descriptions? Like, I'm totally sure I have some or even most of those (just due to the sheet amount of pieces I have), but I have no idea what, exactly, they are.
  24. Seen the red, green, and grey bad guys and Bulk in Northern California TRUs, though they're $15 each. I'd wait for one of them BOGO sales to hit before snagging 'em.
  25. I'd imagine shipping to the U.K. would be about ten dollars. I'll try to get some pics this weelend, but I usually throw in some extra sockets, anyway.Not quite sure what you mean about me buying stuff, though? I always ship everything in one go once we have a finalized deal, and typically it takes a couple weeks to ship to the U.K.
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