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  4. Bitter Cold

    Glatorian, Again

    By Bitter Cold,

    ...
     
    Vorox's tail/arm/whatever is placed weirdly.
     
    The red one's shoulder armor is placed stupidly. And it looks like we get a new axle piece.
     
    The black and red one seems pretty cool though.
     
    And Tarix! Tarix has what appears to be yellow eyes, a black hordika neck, and GOLD ARMOR! And Mata blue feet! Other than that, Tarix is completely uncreative and doesn't look that great, but cool pieces.
     
    If they're using Avtoran heads, that's fine from a creative standpoint, but they BREAK. But so do all the new square-y sockets.
  6. Bitter Cold

    Hey

    By Bitter Cold,

    Why do people say "plox"?
     
    Also, seriously. Have you ever heard anyone say "Whoa, Jaller is awesome, but I'm kidding." ? No, you haven't. But people seem to need to clarify that they're being serious. "Jaller is seriously awesome." I think that's kind of broken.
     
    Also also: I don't care what your BZclock says, it's 11:00 here.
     
    Also also also: America needs to get off the stupid system of measurements we use. Switch to SI!
     
    The Spanish Inquisition system of measurements!
     
    Weight: Nonexpectations (ne)
    Distance: Cushions, abbreviated 'c.' A cushion is the distance from one corner of a Soft Cushion to an adjacent corner.
    Volume: Cubic Cushions (cc).
    Time: 100 Fears in one Surprise, 100 Surprises in one Ruthless Efficiency (RE). 100 REs in a day; 50 from sunrise to sunset, and 50 from sunset to sunrise.
    Loudness: Noones (NO). A noone is the exact loudness of the "No one" part of the phrase "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!"
    And no Daylight Savings Time.
  7. Bitter Cold

    Wootation

    By Bitter Cold,

    I gots my class ring. =D
     
    But..it feels all weird to wear it..
     
    BUT ANYWAY
     
    I've gathered you here to point out that I've entered Distored's SC#2, with an entry hardly seen by anyone.
     

     
    So vote for me or whatever.
  8. Bitter Cold

    What

    By Bitter Cold,

    What was I going to blog about...
     
    I don't know.
     
    Read bonesiii's poem.
     
    Umm..
     
    ...
     
    Oh yeah, and random thought: I think I might be attractive. I can't judge, because I'm not terribly narcissistic or gay, but I've a brilliant power of deduction.. =P
  9. Bitter Cold
    Voya Nui was part of the dome over Karda Nui! The Mahri had to put it back!
     
    So..Mata Nui was probably dying as a result of a bunch of water flooding into his heart!
     
    So, Matoro. He died to save the Ignika? And the Ignika sacrificed his body to "jumpstart" Mata Nui's heart!
     
    But how'd the water get out? Or did it?
     
    And how the heck did Matoran get on Voya Nui?
     
    Well, I PM'd greg about that last part, and some other stuff. I needz to knowz. =D
  12. Bitter Cold

    No One Expects...

    By Bitter Cold,

    ...Me to have any skill making wallpapers!
     
    Including myself..
     
    But apparently I do!
     
    A request from ChocolateFrogs. =)
     
    Here's another one! This one was just for funz. =P
  13. Bitter Cold

    We Found Us A Map!

    By Bitter Cold,

    It lead us to a buried box, that's all co-- *gets shot*
     
    It's his flippin' body!!
     
    Metru Nui's in his head!
     
    Nynrah's in his left arm!!
     
    And stuff!
     
    Voya Nui's HUGE compared to Metru Nui!
     
    7 unnamed continents?
     
    Karda Nui is under the Southern Continent.. As in, underground..
     
    Visorak is an island??
     
    Karzahni's his neck..
     
    WAIT
    Did Voya Nui float up out of his chest? And the Toa Mahri had to put it back?
     
    SO ANYWAY, this is amazing.
  14. Bitter Cold

    Click For Lolz

    By Bitter Cold,

    This is my short story, translated from English to Spanish, and then back to English. I suggest you read the original first.
     
    Trogdor was a man. I mean, he was a man of the dragoon. Or it was perhaps as soon as a dragoon. But it continued being Trogdor: a beast of the legend, living in a cave in the side of the great mountain that eclipsed the city of Agrundion. But history that I am on the verge of relating again is not on a dragoon. This history is on a man, called man Pancho. Pancho was the leader of the Knomes, binds of the trained and honorable soldiers who defended Agrundion of the danger. Pancho was not scared any thing, according to the Knomes, with the exception of Trogdor. Trogdor stuck fear in the armor of each Knome. Trogdor was said to burn Knomes to the death at a moment, and to eat whole multitudes of ewes, the herds of the cattle. Pancho did not ask the contradictory deficiency of rest and decimated characteristics. Pancho was a defender, forensic nonscientist.
     
    “I say! What beautiful day is! Not a cloud in the sky,” less cried out against a an experienced soldier of Knome - or as Knomes called the high-aligned them, Knoobs - to Pancho. “Surely there is something to do when we are not fighting to intruders” “It maintains its awares been on,” it murmured Kajid, “and they do not call to me Surely.” Pancho behind went to pretend him explored the horizon whereas he dreamed wide-awake on his fiance'.
     
    It had been going to the market that morning to buy some seeds. It always kept a garden in the roof from her home where she could secure light of the sun. Many girls would not make something similar, determined Pancho. He had known as of the day that found he it that it was special. Some days she - the thoughts of Pancho were interrupted. “it will not be a single drop of rain There today, there? It never trusted a those prophets. It would even go as soon as to say that this one is the day more sunned I have never seen! There will be no rain today” the Knoob threw in spurt. Pancho sighed, “stranger things has happened.” He watched the Knoob. The Knoob watched he behind. It sparkled. Until the reached rag Knoob its nose. A collapse that roared of the sound made the Knoob push itself in the eye, and scared Pancho outside its chair. The birds undertook of their trees.
     
    If Pancho had been in the Eastern end of the wall of the city, he can be that he has seen the spark of the heat lightning that flashed near the region of the market of Agrundion. But it was not. Using the Knoob like aid, it rose. “I am going to discover which were that. He remains here,” he ordered, and fixed dull to the direction of the noise. A brief period of time it advanced more, worked in a messenger. The messenger gave a note him and disappeared. Without the consideration of the lack of logic of such panorama, Pancho unrolled the note, that read like this:
     
    “They have burned the woman whom they contract to him mysterious a potato to the English. Shipment my condolencias - Brusque of the king”
     
    Pancho congealed. He read the note again. He read the note once again. He read another hour. Its blood melted. It paused briefly to observe that he had been congealed. Their eyes burned with the angry fire, its fists tightened, and their whistled nose. Its soul shook with rage and it breathed a name: “Trogdor.” It called his corcel, stingy his sword, and thought about a thing and a thing only.
     
    He needed a little water ice.
     
    It mounted to the nearest bar, he assaulted inside, and he requested a high glass any cold thing. It filled his bottle of the water route. He thanked for the waiter and he went in an ardent rage to take revenge in the monster that killed its love.
     
    Whereas it mounted upon the mountain, Pancho wet his armor with water to oppose the fire of the dragoon, and rage fed his mind to oppose his fear. It stained an enormous fire in the mountain and knew that it had found the guarida one of the beast. It stopped and disassembled his horse, tying it to a socarrada rock. He walked laboriously upon the hill burned, spilling the rest of his water on whereas he walked. It entered the cave.
     
    The enormous lizard gave return to watch it. The “greetings,” resounded. “It does not tease to me, revolting creature” Shouted Pancho. “Killer You and destroy, and you dare to try to me like equal” He watched it to Trogdor rare, winding hers for above stirred up the position and revealing the giant flaky circumference that had congealed the hearts of the bravest soldiers as an older person. The honest rage of Pancho was the unique thing that maintained that cave to it.
     
    The walls of the cave vibrated like the indicated dragoon, “I do not have no idea what you are speaking.” In fact, the great lizard would have probably evacuated a stalactite that provides its alibi, but Pancho saw east traverse trick. Pancho flew in the dragoon with his sword. The immense claw of the ready dragoon tried to turn aside the blowing powerful. The claw of Trogdor agreed with the lamina, sending the one that bounced of the wall and that landed in a corner. Pancho jumped after her, moments before the dragoon belch the fire. Pancho used his protector to avoid injury, and reclaimed his lamina. The dragoon, being immense enormous, was already quite near to grasp it from the Earth, and at a moment, Pancho he was hanging, watching in the pig-bladder-classified eye of Trogdor the dragoon.
     
    “I Listens,” said Trogdor. “Nonkiller to people.”
     
    Pancho watched his eye with cold fury fixedly.
     
    Trogdor made suddenly pivot its head alongside and belch a wall of the flame. It cleared his throat. “You must as soon as to leave,” he said me, “leaves here - "
     
    “What? In order to kill more innocent people? You killed my love, you monster! The crimes have taste that do not go unpunished” Pancho interrupted. Pancho threw of his free arm and stabbed Trogdor in the eye. He fell it to the dragoon in the floor of the cave. Pancho worked in the heart of Trogdor, determined to destroy the evil thing. He shouted whereas he perforated the flaky armor with his sword. It was a little while or two before the giant head of Trogdor the dragoon fell again next to Pancho, sending it to the floor. He jumped again on his feet to find that the bursts warm up of the breathing of the dragoon had stopped.
     
    The force of Pancho descoloró. He lost the squeeze in his sword and encountered towards the opening of the cave. It was too much tired to feel whereas taken revenge as he thought he. He only thought about his love, and how he would see never it again. He sobbed, and his rasgones became cloudy their vision. Its foot took hardly in something. It fell. It kept as soon as the sense whereas he watched down at the line through floor that he knelt down ignition. It was placed and cleaned the eyes. When its vision cleared, it never saw a thing he, for a second, hoped to see in that cave.
     
    The rage of had blinded it to Pancho: Trogdor had been chained to this cave by hundreds years. It demolished his despicable sword and broke the chains of the dragoon.
     
    Pancho now watched bitterly the friendly creature who had tried to make the peace, absolutely. “I must not have jumped to the conclusions. The revenge cannot change the past. I must have loved neighboring, and to have thought about the sensations of others,” he said, of a melancholic, crestfallen way, and he raised on his horse and mounted far in the putting of the sun.
     
    ...
     
    End.
  16. Bitter Cold
    That's right. And I'm about to tell you why.
     
    There's this girl in my class who likes me (I know because she told me), and I'd be lying to say I don't like her, and she likes LEGO, and we haven't talked for a good while and I don't know why. It's hard to get to her since I've only got two classes with her and her locker is at the other end of the school plus downstairs.
     
    So I need you guys to motivate me because I'm a coward.
  17. Bitter Cold

    Christmas Spirit

    By Bitter Cold,

    So.
     
    Christmas music is playing incessantly over my radio. Has been since October.
     
    Walmart's trying to sell you decorations and giftwrap.
     
    Everything you see is labeled "Makes a great gift!"
     
    But what do you always hear that Christmas is about? No, not merchandising. Not lights.
     
    Kindness.
     
    What's the stereotypical kind act? Donating to charity, right? That sounds like a great thing to do in the Christmas spirit.
     
    I'm not saying you should donate to charities instead of buying gifts. Because that would seem like you don't care about your loved ones.
     
    The thing to do is, let your family know that you don't need lots of gifts to give you Christmas spirit. Tell them that, instead of buying you things, they can give things to someone who needs it more.
     
    If you're reading this, think about how lucky you are. You're on BZP. That means you have a computer, and you have BIONICLE sets. You have so much, and how would you feel if you never had any of that?
     
    Something to think about.
  22. Bitter Cold
    Almost close to being near complete, kinda.
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
    Click your middle mouse button and scroll up and down. The smileys become triangles. =\
     
     
     
     
     
    Also, I remember someone's blog antry about how it would be if, at the end of 2008, it turned out that the Toa, thinking they'd save the world, walked straight into a trap laid by the badguys. How, at the end of the last book or whatever, the badguys would mention how their plan succeeded perfectly and they had won.
     
    I find that amusing, given recent events.
     
     
     
     
     
    Also, somehow I missed these awesome images:

     

     
    So I stole them from a guy named E-T's folder.
  24. Bitter Cold

    Tell Me

    By Bitter Cold,

    Did you sail across the Sun?
    Did you make it to the Milky Way, to see the lights all faded,
    And that Heaven is overrated?
    Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
    One without a permanent scar,
    And did you miss me,
    While you were looking for yourself out there?
  25. Bitter Cold

    Nuparu Is Really Old!

    By Bitter Cold,

    The single greatest reference ever.
     
    Until now, I thought I had a pretty good grasp on the BIONICLE universe.
     
    It seems I was wrong.
     
    If Nuparu built the Kralhi 25,000 years ago, and then built the Vahki 14,000 years ago, and then 1,001 years ago, he tells the Toa Metru about a leak in the Fikou Web, less than 1 year ago he builds the Boxor, and less than a month before the 2008 storyline, he goes to Voya Nui. That means that Nuparu is at least 25,000 years old! O_o And he's not the only one, either. Kongu's gettin' up there in the years too.
     

    There's an island above Metru Nui? But Metru Nui is an island. I don't get this. I had always thought Metru nui was underground. But recently, it seems that it was simply surrounded by a giant dome. Can somebody explain this?
     

    What is the Southern Continent? Where is it? Is it connected to Metru Nui or Mata Nui or anything at all?
     

    O_o
     
    So anyway, I'm learning a lot, like why Brutaka is wearing a fishbowl and what happened to the Piraka. 'Cause I never read the books, and it's been forever since I saw the movies.
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