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  1. OOC: I hate typing on my phone, so I'll make this short. I'll have a PC again soon IC: TBK (20/20) TBK watched this scene before him unfold, and suddenly, half of the fighters were washed away. He noticed a dying Pupwa swimming toward one of the sunken buildings, and he followed far behind, waiting for an opportunity.
  2. My face was melted by a bug in distress. I couldn't have asked for a better twist of fate.
  3. I actually really like this already, especially considering that it's one of the only comics here with a darker, more serious tone. (And I just have a soft spot for hand-drawn comics.) I'm looking forward to watching this Grim tale unfold.
  4. IC: Kovant, aboard Duality He nodded in response. The matoran was obviously very grateful, and Kovant was thankful himself in knowing that no one was lost in the attack. "You're very welcome," he replied. He then noticed the matoran's shivering, and continued, "I'll go grab a dry towel from my sleeping quarters." He began to spin around to do so, then stopped. "I'm Kovant, by the way." He shot back another grin as he strode to the stairs leading below the deck.
  5. Posting profile as requested! Member name: TBK Weapon: Two devices attached onto each forearm. On each, A small shield rests on the outside, while a long dagger juts out from under, which can also be ejected as a ballistic blade. Power: Conception and limited manipulation of superheated plasma. He will often use his blades to focus his powers. Appearance: A quick, hastily-drawn doodle of my character. He's between Toa and Matoran in height. Drift Force weapons: None
  6. I think this particular "choo choo" may have been a bad idea.
  7. Jazzilicious: 9 Kaisersaurus: 3 Fairee Knightarium: 1 Includes my vote for Kaiser. It's a distant hope for the moment, but I see a potential double hang coming on.
  8. Now this looks fun. I'd like to reserve a slot and post the profile sometime tomorrow.
  9. I see a lynch train leaving the station. Voting SV.
  10. Pakari Nuva. All these years, and I still recall memories of trying to use the mask on MOC's in a way that would work past its awkwardly lumpy largeness. I never succeeded.
  11. IC: Kavont, aboard Duality The panic slowly began to die down as the behemoth lagged behind the caravan, allowing Kavont direct everyone to the correct ropes -- with pointing rather than verbal commands -- to reel the men back toward the boat, and within a few minutes, the 3 beings were all nearly back on board, with the Matoran seconds behind the Toa and Glatorian. With one last glance back toward the beast, its red eyes disappearing under the waves, Kavont ran up to the rail and offered a hand out to the Bo-Matoran to help him over. "Tourists normally don't want to get that close, my friend," he jested with a half grin.
  12. Without NOPE and MOPE, I might not be able to cope on this downward slope of no hope. Ok, I'll leave now
  13. IC: Kovant, aboard Duality The noise had escalated quickly. Beyond the shouts, the waves, the roars, and the explosions, there stood a frozen Kavont, helpless as all his thoughts were blocked out from the chaos. There was nothing he could do... then through the flurry of panic and splashing saltwater, Kavont heard a faint scream from over the edge of the deck, just as the ship took another wave and rocked violently. Then something whizzed past him. "I don't suppose we have a plan right now, do we?" The Agori had barely dodged Kovant as the ship rocked, throwing him a bit off guard. For the Agori's age, though, he had to admit that he was impressed with the quick move. He regained most of his bearings and replied, "Sort of. I think there's a man overboard, and I'll need all the extra hands I can get to reel him back in." He unsheathed one of his knives and handed it to the Agori. "And take this and latch onto the deck if another wave hits." He spun around and yanked a floatation device off of a breathing cargo crate. Wait, what? Was someone in... He ignored it for now and ran back to the deck, spotting a flailing Matoran in the water... right over the glowing eyes of the beast. A chill jolted through his bones as he called out to the Glatorian floating near the sinking matoran, "Use this!" and tossed the lifesaver as closely as he could.
  14. Bohrok Lord! How long has it been? 5 years? Indeed, things have wildly changed all around... and I just recently came back from a 3-year'ish absence, so I wasn't around to see a lot of it. In any case, it's good to see you still around!
  15. Everyone with type B, please raise your shovels and form an orderly line into your preferred cemetery.
  16. With a few tweaks, I think anything closely inspired by the detail, colors, and playability of the Toa Mata sets would do LEGO well in sales. But in consideration of HF's audience (who generally know little of the Technic side of Bionicle), to sell them now as they were may not be the best idea. Then again, it might just be different enough that everyone absolutely loves it over the smoothed-over design of Hero Factory. Who knows.
  17. IC: Kavont, aboard Duality A wet wave splashed forth from the giant webbed paw and smacked down on the caravan, soaking Kovant -- and pretty much everyone else -- in saltwater. He stood there, frozen as much in thought as in fear. Why is this thing attacking us? And how in the world do we get rid of it? And why did it have to be so freakishly huge? He consciously attempted to settle his nerves so he could think. His one defense was his knives, but they seemed a bit useless at the moment. He looked around at the crew still holding their positions, hoping that someone would come up with a plan before he did.
  18. A google search back in 2004'ish somehow led me to the Comics subforum. I lurked and read fan comics there for years until I made an account in 2008 to start my own.
  19. If they said they're bringing back "an old favorite" instead of "brand new LEGO theme", that would just give it away, wouldn't it?
  20. IC: Kavont, aboard Duality A sense of panic took root within him as the humming reverberated through the air, getting stronger with each passing second. As the Le-Toa disappeared on the bridge, Kavont saw bubbles surfacing a few hundred feet from portside and heard a nearby elder agori point out the stir. "Sir, I believe your former assumption may be the case," Kavont called back. Putting a hand on his knife holster and giving a glance to all the beings standing around him, he calmly concluded, just barely loud enough for all to hear, "Everyone, I'd suggest you either draw your weapons or take shelter below." He paused. "And probably hold on to something."
  21. When brickshelf goes down for one or two days, I call it a hiccup. I think it's safe to call this one a coma.
  22. IC: Kavont, aboard Duality As the Le-Toa was replying to his inquiry, the crumbling sound suddenly spiked in volume. Too loud! Kavont grunted in pain as his hands flew over his audio sensors -- the sound ricocheted through his head like a swarm of Nui-Rama. Mata Nui, make it stop! He held his position there, unmoving for what felt like minutes until the sound faded to the same dull roar, and he looked back up to the Le-Toa, slightly disoriented. "Whatever I thought before is out the window. Something big is happening. Or, perhaps moving. I'm not entirely sure, but Ig here certainly doesn't like it." Kovant nodded in agreement and followed his gaze into the distance. Silence continued for a moment, until he began to hear something else... something breathing. Growling. A glatorian wearing scrap armor came up behind and asked Kovant, "Hey, what d'ya think caused that noise?" Kovant flung a palm up facing the glatorian, signaling that he needed silence. The growl began only as a trace, but he could tell that it was growing in intensity... or perhaps closing in distance. The growl was unlike any he had ever heard, powerful enough to be heard from deep under the surface. Then he heard the deep hum. "This wasn't an earthquake," he whispered, a slight quiver in his voice. He turned to the Le-Toa. "Can this thing go any faster?"
  23. As much as I savor spontaneous combustion, I'm afraid I'd like to be signed up as your last player.
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