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Tahu x Onua for life. Onua's delivery and Gali's "I'LL FLUSH IT AWAY" were kinda awkward, but aside from that it was an amusing episode. Really quick, could've and probably should've been drawn out over 2 episodes. The Toa didn't even use their elemental powers, especially since 2-3 episodes ago they were shown being augmented by the Golden Masks, which would probably have made for a more epic fight. I think the LoSS is gonna strike again later on regardless. ur 2 slo kekpaka And what will become of Tahu's Flame Swords? Over the edge into nothingness? D:

YUSSSSSS I wonder if we'll be getting movies too at some date in the future.

And Lego did smile upon its fanbase, and they did see their Lord's satisfaction. And Lego summoned the power of the Great Beings, and Bionicle was brought back to life. Let's see what direction this goes.

This is life. We lose stuff. While I do agree the staff needs to be more punctual in backing the data up at regular intervals, it's not going to kill you. Unless it is. In which case you should probably prepare your funeral. And honestly, just get over it. RPG lost the most out of all of us and to my knowledge they're taking this in stride better than any of the other forums are. To all you who put sensitive documents such as epics or stories on BZP alone, my condolences. Let this be a lesson to back your stuff up elsewhere. This is what can wreck even companies: a lack of care and backups. You'd think after a history of data losses, people would be more careful about making BZP the only place they store their documents. As many backups as you can, people. And don't even bring up trying to shut down the hacker. Even if you get him (EXTREMELY unlikely, in fact I'd say nigh impossible), there's a million more who can target this and shut BZP down harder than he/she ever could. Those are just my 2 cents. Don't let the hacker smack you around like this. Man up and take life as it goes. Losing 2 month's worth of stuff isn't the end of the world. Unless if it is. In which case you should probably prepare your funeral.

I call 29.

I forgot about this. I hate my life.

DM cause quadruple hang.

So I escaped being hanged? I guess that's good. I'm honestly confused. So the Barraki are defeated because Pridak was killed, which leaves the Dark Hunters and the Pyro?

Welp, ToaKapura can't make the match. Cancel it. And better really early than a few minutes before Surge and Skrall up for matches.

Alterego and Kohrak Kal 17

Kapura and Chro. Reason I vote Chro? I dunno :/

ToaKapura1234 and I have agreed to a match: Surge vs Matoro, Storm Sector, 1500W each. Also, I'd like to enter Surge into the tourney. Good luck!

Happy birthday 55555/John/whateverothernameyougoby! Have a good one!

Spot 25 please.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: Art to Fiction Word Count: 601 Story: Hunt I'm running. Harder than I ever have, and hopefully harder than I ever will. The human body really is amazing, isn't it? When it comes to impressing girls, it'll lock up and prevent you from moving even a few steps. But when it's a matter of life and death, suddenly you become your own little Superman. You run faster, jump higher. Sadly, though, there usually aren't any girls to impress in these moments. Like right now. I'm running, but I'm all alone. Or rather, without companions. Because try as I might, I won't be alone, not until I leave this jungle. My hunter's still stalking me, playing this real life version of The Most Dangerous Game. He's Zaroff, I'm Rainsford. He's got the advantage, I have nothing but my own wits. And a human body. “Oh, Mr. Lancaster? Dear Mr. Lancaster, where are you?” At least he doesn't have his hounds. I've never been very athletic, so really, the above comparison wasn't too accurate. I've never hunted, let alone been hunted. I have no clue about how to make traps, how to obtain food, and so on. I don't stand a chance. This won't end with me sleeping in the best bed I've ever slept in, unless one counts a crude grave as “the best bed one can ever sleep in.” I run deeper into the jungle. It's dark, all of the Sun's light being blocked off by the canopy above. I can barely see. All I can make out are the tree trunks ahead. My body's losing power. Even Superman goes down after a while. Getting tired. Can't run. Need...to..slow down. I collapse. It's over, I can't go on. My captor has me. Except he doesn't. I hear no sound. But I do notice something. A glint of light up ahead. Could it be him with a flashlight? I wait, lowering the sound of my breathing as I do so. My chest hurts, my lungs feel punctured. But this is life or death, and I can't lose. The light doesn't move. It's a set source. Could it be salvation? It's either try or die in this situation. I vote try. After five minutes, I pick myself up and walk towards the light into a lush, green meadow. The trees decided to let light shine through in this area, and for the better. The circular area is skirted by beautiful trees, their leaves turning the light into a dazzling lightning green. There's the outlying darkness, but it contrasts so well with the green that it adds to the picture. And in the middle of it all is something beautiful: a large plant, red and laced with white flowers. It beckons to me. It calls to me. Come, rest, take a break. He'll never find you here. You deserve this. My body's too tired to let my resolve control it. Without any hint of doubt, I walk over and plop down into the plant's cushiony, sofa-y middle. Then it begins. The petals rise up and trap me inside. I struggle to get out, but to no avail; I'm trapped. Stuck. Liquid starts rising, smelling terrible. Some form of digestive juice. Years of science have taught me that. But they didn't teach me to watch out for suspiciously placed plants. “Oh, Mr. Lancaster. I expected better of a highly regarded scientist. You almost gave me a good hunt. Almost. Alas, it's sad it ended this way. Good bye.” I'll never sleep in the best of beds. Unless if a plant's belly is the best of beds. Granted, it is pretty soft.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: Paradise Word Count: 422 Story: Light If you asked a Matoran about what they considered “paradise,” they'd no doubt point to their own Wahi. Occasionally you'd get the odd one who called another Wahi paradise, and maybe one or two who preferred the exact opposite of what their compatriots did. But for the most part, everyone had a consistent definition of Paradise: the place best suited to my own natural elemental alignment. And on Mata Nui, each Wahi was not lacking in its element. Of course, one can only know as far as one has learned, and the extent of the Matoran's knowledge was Mata Nui. After the Matoran Sphere mass-mindwipe, no one remembered Metru Nui, or any island in the Matoran Universe for that matter. Takua pondered his lack of knowledge. He was the only one out of all the Matoran on Mata Nui who did not consider anywhere “paradise.” There was nowhere right for him. Ta-Wahi was too hot, Le-Wahi too jungle-y, Ko-Wahi too cold, Ga-Wahi too wet, Onu-Wahi too dark, and Po-Wahi too dusty. Takua did not know it, but he was an Av-Matoran. His place belonged with light. So he absolutely hated Onu-Wahi. Ta-Wahi was the closest he could get to light. But that's not what he was pondering. He pondered how he couldn't think of the best place for him. How his lack of knowledge about everything, even his twice-amnesiac self, prevented him from discovering the true paradise he sought. “Guess it's time for an adventure.” How else was he supposed to find his paradise? And so he strapped on his backpack, got his gear, and set off with his buddy Pewku. The thing is, even amnesia can't stop internal tendencies. Av-Matoran will always try and follow the light. So when Takua decided to start at Ta-Wahi, he noticed light shining from behind a boulder. Rolling it aside (with considerable effort and a botched attempt at his new Kolhii move), Takua dropped into a cave. Lava flowed in a river in front of him, and beyond that...beyond that was the thing. The thing that his internal voice sought. It was a rock. On a glowing pedestal. But something about the rock seemed...different. Like he could find his paradise if only he took it along. Beckoning for Pewku to stay, Takua began hopping on rocks on the river. All the while nearing his paradise. He'd find his paradise. If only he got that rock. His inner voice beckoned him further. Take it. Take the rock. It's your paradise. It's your destiny. “TAKUA!”

I'm a freaking idiot and forgot to post .-. Oh well. Still open for matches if anyone wants.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: Glass Word Count: 148 Story: The View Lenny faced the glass, towards the source of the light emanating from the summer sun. Children played, laughing and frolicking among the many flowers in the fields. Their parents conversed about lively subjects such as the results of the Super Bowl and what move their kids would pull next. A slight breeze moved the blades of grass so that they were leaning over at an angle of no more than 16 degrees. The trees swayed as well, and the branches moved like distorted limbs. The sun, radiant as ever, shone its light on the populace below, blinding those foolish enough to gaze into its stare. Picnic baskets, surrounded by litter, were a source of food for those wishing to help themselves. It was a beautiful summer day, the first of many to come, and it was such a beautiful view. But Lenny saw nothing, for he was blind.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: The Order Word Count: 749 Story: Execution “We have our orders, Krika. Teridax specifically asked us to execute Miserix. And you know how much Teridax hates being disobeyed.” For the first time, Krika didn't see holes in Spiriah's logic. Teridax, newly elected leader of the Brotherhood, wasted no time in executing his Plan. Of course, he was bound to assign a few Makuta to perform The Order. The Order, as any organization knows, is the execution of a deposed leader. And so Krika found himself with Spiriah, a Makuta who would better have served as a Matoran, weak and cowering. Their escort was Makuta Miserix, former leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta, currently a shackled denizen of the Fortress's dungeon. “Look, Spiriah. I agree, Teridax would vaporize us on sight if we let Miserix go. But if you have any sense in yourself, you'll know that Miserix was right: Teridax's plan could destroy the universe. I don't want to kill our former, and in my opinion better, leader.” “Could, not will. It's a mere word, but it makes all the difference, Krika. His Plan aside, we've already established he will kill us if we let Miserix off. And not just kill, he'll...well, you know.” As if to punctuate the point, Spiriah mock-slit his throat. “I'd rather not let that happen.” “Spiriah, I...” Krika paused, reorganizing his thoughts. “I was thinking we'd 'dispose' of him, but not actually kill him. Say we hid him somewhere far away. I mean, it would technically dispose of him.” Spiriah huffed. Arrogant as ever. Shame he didn't have anything to back it. “Krika, I think you're too attached to Miserix. Say Teridax found that out, what would he do? Maybe you're a detriment to the Plan? He wouldn't like that...” Krika figured out this was going nowhere. “Don't dare doubt my loyalty to Teridax. While his Plan may be suicidal, his intellect is not. We'll discuss this tomorrow.” The meeting of two adjourned. -------- In the dark of night, as every Makuta either slumbered in their quarters or concocted in their labs, Krika stole to the dungeon. Once inside, he moved straight to Miserix's cell. The sight that met him wasn't pretty. Draining cuffs sap the wearer of their powers, and Miserix was no exception. He was bound with a pair around his wrists. The former leader was sitting with his head down, no doubt aware of Krika's presence. “Miserix, it's time to go.” “Well, if it isn't my personal executioner. Weren't there two of you? Or did Spiriah's incompetence get him kicked from this most important of honors?” “Miserix, it's time to go.” Krika repeated himself. The former leader, under the impression that this was truly the end, went into a passive state. He let Krika guide him out of the dungeon and to the execution site. Then Krika did something no one would have expected: he shattered Miserix's shackles. Miserix, taken aback by this sudden action, said the word most appropriate for the situation. “Why?” “Hurry up and turn into a dragon. Fly us to this island.” Krika pointed to a map, lit only by a small flashlight he'd brought along. Miserix complied, and in less than a minute they were on their way. “I repeat, why? I understand you're the most reasonable of those fools that dare call themselves Makuta of the Brotherhood, but the answer still escapes me.” “It's simple, Miserix: you're a leader I would follow, not Teridax. We're going to a volcanic island, where you will be chained with draining cuffs. Rahi will stand guard, and you will be a prisoner yet again.” “So you're simply moving me from one prison to another?” “Miserix, this isn't a prison, it's a test. Someday, when you're powerful, you'll break out of your chains to take back the Brotherhood. And besides, we both know your rage requires culling. This isn't the right time for a rebellion.” Miserix sighed, then nodded. “Krika, sometimes I wonder why I didn't make you my lieutenant.” -------- “Well? Where's Miserix?” Spiriah was furious. This was the execution deadline, and a missing Miserix meant absolute death. “I killed him, Spiriah. He's dead. I didn't want to waste my day setting up the equipment and all. Our work is over. Report that to Teridax.” Spiriah, still grumbling, walked away to deliver the news. Krika smiled. The Order had been averted. Teridax wasn't the only one who could formulate masterful plans.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: The Mask Word Count: 320 Title: Truth Behind Lies When you think of the word “mask,” you’re more often than not thinking of an object to be worn on your face. Whether for protection, for veiling, or even for the purpose of being annoying, more often than not we conjure up images of these faces on top of our faces. When you think of those masks, you’re thinking of the kind we see every now and then. Every day, we walk around other people, each one wearing a mask of his or her own. We’re all filled with lies and secrets, with horrors and terrors, with things we’d rather not reveal to the outside world. Our masks never truly come off. Oh, we’ll carve slits for eyes and noses, maybe a few cuts here and there to unveil some things. Best friends, lovers, and family are often allowed access to these areas, but as with a real mask, you can’t really determine someone’s identity just by looking through one or two holes. No matter how hard we try, no matter how much strength we believe we have, we will never take off the masks we don. We will never unmask our true selves, the selves that are who we really are. We never come out in the open, we don’t dare reveal ourselves. What the world sees is a boy wearing a mask, a girl wearing a mask, a man wearing a mask, a woman wearing a mask. All we do is fake, all we see is fake, and all we share is fake. We’re never real. Nothing we do, nothing we see, nothing we share is real. All of it is a lie, some way or another. We lie with our masks, too afraid to unveil the sinister truths hidden behind them. So it’s really a simple question, then: who can you trust in this world where everyone wears a mask, but no one dares take it off?

Smite. Interesting take on the MOBA genre. I like it Before that was DOTA 2, and before that was League of Legends. Been MOBA'ing lately, need to get back to good old platformers .-.

John Green's The Fault in Our Stars. Pretty good book, though my friends overhyped it to make it seem godly and not just a good book.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: Character Story Word Count: 750 Story: My Hero I still keep Dwayne the Rock in my pocket. Even when I give speeches or read out reports, his form makes a little bulge in my pants, announcing his existence to all who see me. His aura forms a shield around me which no hurtful words nor thoughts can penetrate, and his mere presence scares away any potential threats. He is my Guardian, my Champion, my Knight on a white steed. Every day, I wake up with him on my bedside table, his Watchful Eye having protected me while the night slipped by. Every day, I put him in my pocket and roam the world without fear or hesitation, knowing that I'm able to conquer any foe with him by my side. Every day, I read with him, write with him, discover with him, laugh with him. And every day, when it's time to go to bed, I put him on my bedside table and let him dutifully stand guard for the eight hours I slumber. It's been routine for as many years as I can remember, albeit not one I'd risk breaking. I still remember, quite vividly in fact, the day that he first arrived to my rescue. Without him, I doubt I could ever have become the young woman I am today. I was five when it happened. See, regardless of what anyone tells you, genius children do end up isolated moreso than the average child. Even gifted, but not genius, children are able to make friends faster than we are. It's Psychology 101. I took that in 6th grade. Anyways, I was this little, isolated five year old girl who just so happened to be “blessed” with the sort of IQ that would make anyone jealous. And like any other genius, I was sitting alone on the playground, minding my own business. Back then I had no one to comfort me, nothing to hold and gain happiness from. I was tiny, shy, and envied. Not a very good combination. My schoolmates also happened to be a bit ruder than your average people. For instance, they formed a clique under the leadership of the boy called Leroy, but whom I referred to as “Savage”. And in this clique, there was a rule that if you stumbled upon anyone wearing orange, you'd make them regret it. As per the course, I wore orange. Not only that, but I adore orange. It's my favorite color. I wouldn't mind having orange everywhere I went. Even the labs I work in need some form of orange in them. And lo and behold, the boy to walk past this poor creature was none other than Savage. Oh, I remember his defining details. The jam smeared across his face, the disgusting food stains on his shirt, his putrid smell and flabby elements, and that sneer. Oh that sneer. I'd already been harassed by this monster before. Multiple times. Not only in class, where I was relatively safe, but also whenever his mother brought him over. Ironic, isn't it? Best friends gave birth to mortal enemies. Their relationship was so opposite ours, it sometimes made me laugh. But he never had to beat me down because I wore orange. Or rather, he couldn't; I usually had some protector around when I did wear that color. That moment, I didn't. “HEY LAURA. DID THE LITTLE BABY NOT HAVE ANY FRIENDS?” Typical lame insults. I let them fly. “LAURA I SAID SOMETHING. YOU KNOW THE RULES ABOUT WEARING ORANGE?” I could feel it coming on. He beat me down before, twice. Both times, I cried. I cried. I still feel the tracks those tears made on my face. “GUESS WHAT LAURA? ORANGE IS STUPID! AND WE DON'T LIKE STUPID PEOPLE!” I looked around for someone, anyone, to save me. And there he was. My knight in shining armor. Dwayne. Savage ran at me, full speed. But as David slew Goliath, so too did Dwayne defeat Savage. The monster fell, tripped over my hero. His face hit the ground, and I heard a crack or two. The monster was slain. Well, figuratively. Savage erupted into tears and started to cry. Cry. Harder than I ever cried. I kept him for company, but I only named him once I found the proper name. My dad always went on about how Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson was an amazing wrestler. And so I knighted my rock Dwayne. And so far, he has never failed to protect his princess.

Name: SonicBOOM XS Theme: The Chronicler Word Count: 650 Story: How to Be a Chronicler You want to be a Chronicler? You can’t just walk up, tell the Turaga you want to be a Chronicler, and get your badge just like that. For one, you go to the Turaga and ask for an application form, and secondly you need to follow certain qualifications. Luckily, we’re here to help! Here’s a list of 17 simple steps for any aspiring Chronicler-to-be. 1. Be a Matoran. Toa, Turaga, Agori, Glatorian, Skakdi, Vortixx, Makuta, Visorak, Takea, Gadunka, Great Spirits, Great Beings, and whatever Sidorak’s species are called cannot apply. No, this is not species-ism in the slightest. It’s a story requirement. You think Takua kept his position after he became a Toa? Nope, he got ousted ASAP and Hahli took his place. And she got ousted when she became a Toa. In short, DON’T BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN A MATORAN. 2. Be stupidly courageous, stupidly adventurous, and stupidly stupid. Do stuff that would make any daredevil cringe. I mean, come on, who wants a Chronicler that just sits down and writes? Go out and get yourself blasted into amnesiac status because of a few glowy stones. Go and chase a certain weird-looking rock even though you’re going to die unless a random Toa appears out of nowhere. 3. Give up and just go mad. It would help a ton. Trust me. 4. Bend the truth. No one wants to hear about how a random Le-Matoran ate a Bula Berry. That Le-Matoran did NOT eat a Bula Berry. He ate a whole bushel of EXPLOSIVE Bula Berries, while swinging on a vine, while fighting flying Takea mutations, while staring into Makuta’s eyes, without his mask, Gukko birds chasing him, all before he lets go of the vine, flips in the air, and hijacks one of the birds to engage in a daring dogfight. Now THAT’S a story. Did it happen? Yes it did. 5. Look for loopholes. The above story happened…in my mind. There. 6. Never go into specifics. They’ll be the death of you. I’m not even exaggerating. 7. Exaggerate. This is different from bending the truth. Bending the truth is adding details. Exaggerating is amplifying them. The Gukko Birds in the above story were poised to self-destruct if the Le-Matoran even touched them, but he did and he lived. That’s exaggeration. 8. ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS italicize and/OR capitalize EVERYTHING you SAY. IT ADDS A TON of emphasis and makes STORIES so much MORE INTERESTING. WE want INTERESTING NOT BORING. ALSO BREAK YOUR CAPS LOCK SO IT’S ALWAYS ON. IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE SCREAMING THEN. WE LOVE SCREAMING. 9. TABLET AND CHISEL ONLY. PENS ARE EVIL AND WERE THE REASON ELIMINATOR KILLED KODAN. HE USED A PEN FOR A STORY SO HE DIED. ALTHOUGH HE RODE A VINE WHILE EATING A BUSHEL OF EXPLOSIVE BULA BERRIES. BUT THEY EXPLODED BECAUSE OF ELIMINATOR. DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE HE DID. 10. EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS. 11. GET INTO TROUBLE WITH YOUR LOCAL TURAGA. PUT A DISK LAUNCHER AGAINST HIS HEAD OR SOMETHING. OR BURN DOWN A VILLAGE. TELL EVERYONE THAT THIS IS A DREAM AND MAKE THEM WONDER WHOSE IT IS AND IF THEY’RE ENJOYING IT. ALSO EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS. 12. DO NOT TALK ABOUT HOW TO BE A CHRONICLER. 13. DO NOT TALK ABOUT HOW TO BE A CHRONICLER. 14. EXPLOSIONS. 15. BE YOURSELF? YEAH, THAT SEEMS RIGHT. THAT’S WHAT EVERY HOW TO GUIDE ENDS WITH. BE YOUR MAD, INSANE, TROUBLESOME, EXPLOSIONY, EXAGGERATING, TRUTH-BENDER SELF. 16. FIND AN IMPORTANT RELIC. MAYBE, SAY, SOMETHING LIKE A MASK OF LIFE? IT MIGHT BE IN A CAVERN WITH A POOL OF LAVA AND NO WAY OUT. 17. OBEY AND SERVE ME. ADVANCE THE PLAN. After these 17 simple steps, you should be ready to go out and apply for the job with no fear! Good luck, and may Mata Nui be with you always! Sincerely, By Katuma Xedirat

This is a tie except for 6. I couldn't pick so I just looked at the results. XD Good luck all!