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The best forum on this whole freaking site is dying a slow and painful death. But there is hope! We can save the forum! All you have to do is vote in the RPGC! Convince your friends to vote! Raise awareness of the awesomeness that penetrates the forum! RPGC17 Contest Topic RPGC17 Semifinal Poll 1 RPGC17 Semifinal Poll 2 RPGC17 Final Poll Night Falls -Skakdi Warlord Gold The long forgotten island of Mazran Nui was a beautiful place of peace and light. Then the Makuta attacked, and split the Gods of the land into beings of light and darkness. The epic conflict of good and evil continues even in this long lost land. The Three That Are One The Three That Are One -Twilight Titan Lord As Ackar chronicles the history of the Grafting and the coming together of the peoples of the Matoran Universe and Spherus Magna, he knows little of the ever present dangers that lurk in the shadows. City of Steam -Toa of Dancing Giant mechas and steampunk machines are the norm as Matoran society expands through the stars. But can the species survive the impending doom of intergalactic warfare with the Deities? The Legend of Mata Nui The Legend of Mata Nui -Imperial Officer The plan failed for both the Makuta and the Toa. Without the Turaga or Toa to lead them, the Matoran tribes have soon descended into violent warfare. Where is the unity that once permeated this island paradise? Break Break -TMV-Spirit Nui The races of the world have left the virtues and the path of Mata Nui by creating an extremely corrupt organization known as the Great Council. Will you be the one to restore all that is right and good? Onto the World -Tahuisgreat The Blood Tide slumbers beneath the feet of the unsuspecting Matoran on Eldriis Nui. But outside forces threaten the solitude of the peaceful villagers. The tide of blood is coming. Aku-Nui: Black Sun Aku-Nui: Black Sun -The X The Black Sun has struck Aku-Nui and sucked all light from its surface. Shadowy clones of the villagers are most of what remains under the vale of darkness. All hope has departed. Top Secret: Operation Endgame Top Secret: Operation Endgame -Tafu Welcome to Cesren-Nui, Agent. The Great Empress is the ruler here and has been for who knows long. All the agencies want your skills at their disposal. Make sure to bring your license to kill. Run For Your Life! Run For Your Life! -I Am Become Death The twisted world of Mata-Nui's dreams has fallen into chaos. The only hope of safety from the advancing horde lies in a far distant stronghold. Is this the end of the line and can we make it in time? Darkspace -Lloyd the White Wolf The Nightstars have invaded the lands of the Solar Legion, kidnapping and transforming helpless Matoran into mutated zombie cyborgs. Space is cold, an infinite night of darkness with few points of light in sight. Realm of Darkness -Atomic Zombie Apocalypse It has been fifteen years after the exile of Makuta Teridax and a golden age of light has spread throughout the Matoran Universe. But what happens when all the Av-Matoran in the world are kidnapped by a group of mysterious beings bent on undermining the very fabric of society? A Fraction of Greatness -Exo-Fat The Core War has just shattered Spherus Magna. Set forth as the only path to survival, the Glatorian Plan promises the haggard people their lives. But how much blood are they willing to pay for it? A Midnight's Requiem: Night Everlasting A Midnight's Requiem: Night Everlasting -In Brightest Day The peoples of this world have seen many a civilization rise and fall. Metru-Nui, Mata-Nui, and others have been causalities in this enduring conflict. Once again, they are determined to rebuild their lives, but is it really worth it? Will the darkness truly last forever? Legends -Madness Several hundred thousand years have passed since the events of the BIONICLE saga. Few remain alive to pass on the stories of that era. All who possess elemental powers are cast out of society in an escalating conflict of twisted morals. Riot! Riot! -Rue: TheGhostThatNeverWas Tuyet rules her stunning Toa Empire with her fist of steel. Corrupt officials run the government on all levels. Slowly, but surely a revolution of enormous proportions in beginning to erupt from beneath the city. Solstice Solstice -Tohunga Tahnok The denizens of the Matoran Universe have risen to the stars with the help of the Great Beings. However, perhaps not all expansion is a good thing. Whatever the case, the universe will never be the same. War War -Toa Nidhiki05 One thousand years of peace have followed the fall of Makuta Teridax. But that peace is about to end. The Red Star has collided with Spherus Magna, causing a world of hurt for those still alive to feel it. Endless Boundaries: Ocean Cruise Endless Boundaries: Ocean Cruise -Kal the Guardian The perfect vaction is right at your fingertips. Are you hankering for a break from the monotony of daily life? Don't worry. Your safety is guaranteed.... we think. A New Moon At Midnight -The Count of Neya Magna Humanity has invaded the island of Mata-Nui! The survival of the Matoran race is in your hands. Which side will end up triumphant in the end? And there you have it. These are the RPGC17 entries, all 19 of them, the lowest ever for an RPGC. I encourage you to vote for any of these. There is still time left! The RPG Forum needs your support! Fellow RPers! Link to this entry in some way shape or form to support RPing on BZP. Together we can save this forum!

I'm setting aside this entry to say goodbye to one of BZPower's greatest roleplayers and a source of inspiration to me in that field. I'm definitely not one of the ones who knew him very well, that honor goes to others. I don't have much to say either, but I still feel like I can sincerely say farewell to a legend. Goodbye Captain and may you find happiness in the path you have chosen.

Yes, you still have limited elemental powers that are tied to your weapons. They will start at around Turaga level and decrease in power as the game progresses. By the end of the first season elemental powers will be all but eradicated.

I know the best way to cure your temptation. Go watch the old Willy Wonka, the one with Gene Wilder. Especially the chocolate room or the scene at the beginning when the kids gorge themselves on masses of free sugar at the candy shop.

Pretty good. Much more like Through the Looking Glass than I had anticipated. That's not a bad thing, though.

Thank you so much! I will reduce the formality, add those exclamation points, and remove the notations.

The following letter is one of the few surviving relics of what is commonly referred to as the Post-Core-Conflict, the period of time directly following the shattering and a time of great unrest among the tribes. Great care has been taken to preserve this document in its original form. Archival notes have been added on a separate page in order to aid the reader with understanding the historical and cultural context of the missive. I direct my epistle to Certavus in the city of Atero, who previously commanded the Legions of Ice and is now the supposed leader of the remnants of the tribes; for it is you that they look to for guidance in these times of despair. It grieves me that I must write these words of condemnation unto you, for had we not all been brothers? But then came the Lords' War1. Each of us was commissioned to gather together warriors and arm them with swords, with spears, and with elements2 granted by the Lords. We marched forth against each other in conquest of the kill-silver3, the object of ultimate dominance. Behold, we have suffered great afflictions. Not just myself, but all of the tribes. We have endured many things; hunger, thirst, fatigue. Great has been the slaughter among the peoples of Spherus Magna. We have never come so very close to extinction as we have merely three months ago. Indeed, the very foundations of our world have been shaken to the core. Spherus Magna no longer exists. In its place has risen Bara Magna, a barren wasteland filled with the wandering souls of the lost. You cannot deny these things, and yet you have the audacity to propose a plan so divisive that it will shatter the hearts and minds of a people that still mourn the loss of their culture? You say that this plan will save us. I ask you now, who will it save? It exiles those who may be beneficial to our society to a life of endless isolation and death in the cruel desert word. You claim that the old, the weak, and the poor cannot contribute to reconstruction; but what about my people, the Sand Tribe? What of the Rock Tribe? You are fortunate that they have almost completely migrated north by now4, otherwise their rage would have been magnificent to behold. But my people still remain strong and courageous. We know the sand but we cannot survive like this for much longer. If forced out of our lands into an unknown territory, we may soon turn from fearless to feral. Some of this can be seen already. Your “Glatorian Plan”5 has not united the people. In any case, it has splintered them even further. Warring factions and guilds vie for power on a daily basis. Land changes hands like a hot stone. The tribes are all but non-existent. There is no order, there is no peace, there is no civilization. If you will not desist in this heinous scheme, I will be compelled to gather together my tribe and all those who will join us. We will march against you with great reluctance, but with the fire of justice in our hearts. You who sit comfortably in your cities cannot know what justice is. Justice is what we desire when another brother falls to the earth. Justice is what we desire when we find another straggler, dragging his body along the ground and begging us for a morsel of food or drop of water. Justice is what we desire when we tell him that we cannot help him. Justice is what we desire when we see his tears fall like rain and he collapses in utter hopelessness. Justice is what we will see when we, the exiled ones, paint your blood across the dunes and your corpse is devoured by the sand bats. Only then will justice be fulfilled. Our world has shattered, our people have fractured, and our spirit is broken. We have but a fraction of greatness, but we have enough to see the true intentions of your heart. I am Pertagna, Vorox6 of my tribe, and I send this message to Certavus. Hearken unto my words and depart from your destructive ways or we will descend upon you with fury and you will surely perish. May the Great Beings have mercy on you. You who have shown no mercy to us. -Pertagna, Vorox of the Sand Tribe and Commander of the Exiles.7 Archival Notes: 1. The term “Core War” developed centuries after the actual conflict. Until then it was commonly referred to as “the Lords' War”, “the Silver Struggle”, or “the War Between the Tribes” 2. At the beginning of the Core War, the Element Lords granted limited elemental powers to the members of the tribes. The powers were contained in and accessed through the weapons that the soldiers carried. By the time of the Post-Core-Conflict, the power in the weapons had begun to weaken and dissipate. 3. The layman's term for the mutative liquid that was the central focus of the Core War. 4. Immediately following the Core War, the Rock Tribe mobilized and quickly migrated north into the wilderness. A few Rock Tribe members remained behind and were outcasts for the most part. 5. The term “Glatorian Plan” was the collective name for a set of policies developed by Certavus, Ackar, and several other Core War veterans. The first step of the plan was to conserve resources by casting out anyone deemed to be non-productive to society into the desert. The next step would be to reorganize the tribes and construct arenas where they would settle disputes and thereby avoid war. 6. “Vorox” was the highest title of honor among the Sand Tribe. It meant “honored leader” or “greatest warrior”. It did not develop a negative connotation for many more years. 7. It is worth noting that Pertagna was killed in battle about two weeks later during an unsuccessful raid on Atero. Our world has shattered, our people have fractured, and our spirit is broken. The BRPG revolution arrives March 8th. Read. Vote. Experience. RPGC17.

You always saw right through me, TPTI.

Our world has shattered, our people have fractured, and our spirit is broken. The BIONICLE RPG revolution begins on March 8th. Read. Vote. Experience. RPGC17. Staff Exo-Fat: GM Friar Tuck: Staff RoboDevil: Weatherman Necro: Historian

So.. I got back from the Northern Arizona University Jazz Festival. It was superlative in a hyperbolic manner. Also, RPGRL show tonight. Check the topic for details!

Leaving for Flagstaff. Be back Saturday morning. Feel free to call your friends to come throw a party and trash the house.

Several of you are begging to be skewered on semicolons as punishment.

This is indeed a dilemma. I must fix. *vanishes in a puff of smoke*

I am tempted to lock this.

Discuss ;.

Have you tried clearing your cache?

Best wishes, my friend.

For all you fellow Opera users out there, I command you to widgetize the BZPower Blogs!

We should photoshop Sixer's head onto a Creed banner in order to spread awareness of his appearance in the area. This pic would work perfectly.

You can still join in with some epic MSPaint skills. B6-