Lord Kini Hawkeye

*looks at skype* Meh.

Just don't start putting Pikmin in your Banner and Avatar. I'd hate for that meme to invade BZPower too. After all, this is Bionicle Zone Power, not Pikmin Zone Power.

Noted, and fixed.Danke LJ

Lol, he drew a pic of this. I lol'd. I also no just no'd to the idea of me being rudolf. *hallway covers in ice* Which of you two thought that one up, hmm? In the words of Rohkann, Who do ah keel fahst?

Hard drives don't just go "bang" because you use them so much. You're talking to a person who lives on his laptop. Five or six+ hours every day. Hard drives don't just go bang. As for whether or not you would be imaginative enough to spell like that? i don't know. This whole story, assuming it's false, is pretty imaginitive. It's not hard to spell wrong and screw up on purpose. Of exampul I it do all he time. Point in fact, and not to offend, but this whole story series looks to me like just one huge attempt to boost your ego and make you look good.

When on an Internet site and working on Free time, you rarely hit a deadline.Just be Freaking PATIENT.Now, on to the subject at hand, i'm going to assume this is a full length episode, just cause Tohkan's awesome.Just stating the facts, man. Sheesh.Good to know this'll probably be full-length.Stating facts once or twice yes, but you've been saying the same thing over and over again until it's gotten to the point of whining.and It will probably be full length. Can't garuantee episodes afterwards though.

The way your posts were worded that's what it seemed.As for this so called "forced" optimism, who said it was forced? Just because someone would rather see the good side, and hope for something to get better, doesn't mean they're being forcibly optimistic. I could call youforcibly pessimistic, but what do I know?Don't assume that just because someone refuses to look at something and see everything wrong going on, and not have a bright side or be willing to wait, is forcing themself to. Just like i'm not going to assume you're forcing yourself to be pessimistic. if you even are.As the old saying goes, don't assume because it makes an *** out of u and me.

When on an Internet site and working on Free time, you rarely hit a deadline.Just be Freaking PATIENT.Now, on to the subject at hand, i'm going to assume this is a full length episode, just cause Tohkan's awesome.

Goals?People have goals for the internet?Lol, just foolin'.personally my goal is to just finish one Epic, RP a bit, maybe host a COT Rpg to stand the test of time or something...other than that... Idunno...I'm losing interest in the site as time goes on. I left it once cause it wasn't the same place i had joined...I might do it again D:

Indeed.I'd like to say something on this subject as I was reading through the topic.Mr. Zaz here thinks we're being too optimistic. is there a problem with that? Optimism is far better than the Cynicism which you seem to want present here. I for one, would prefer to think positively while I'm on the internet, and on a site where i can think positively. This site's my getaway, and i'd prefer to not have to ruin it for myself and others in my textbook way with sarcasm, hate, trolling, and various other angry things that i use for my amusement.Does that help the issue any? Cause i really think that after three and a half pages or so, we should be moving on from the issue. This isn't a topic about "Discuss how much you hate the Word Filter" it's "What are you BZP Pet Peeves."Not saying you can't discuss, but do we need to argue about rules which have multiple times been slated to be reviewed in the future? Don't think so.As for my Own Pet Peeve, it's people who can't take a joke when the situation's funny, and people who can't be serious when the situation calls for it. My peeves are mostly people related, considering so many people can't accept everyone else.In the words of a DEmotivational poster I once saw...Love and Tolerate the **** Out of eachother.

You should make a replica of the Boutique. Out of Cardboard >:L

I feel for you... I mean, i used to think that creepers are just misunderstood, but now i see the light. They're getting smarter, using our compassion to lure us to our inevitable deaths. How long until they learn to open doors. Or, or, climb through windows. The Horror

It was a few years back, while I was sitting in a random part of High Charity... can't remember if it was the Park or the Ballroom, either way, doesn't matter. I was just sitting around, minding my own business like a random human in the middle of a hostile alien city should. Now, i lived in a "dark" part of the city, considering I was human and all. When i wasn't hanging out in the sewers, looking for the odd rat to eat, i was usually enjoying a good, if torture filled stay, in the Brig. but this story isn't about me, It's about how I met a hunter one night. He Aspired to be a classical composer, but unfortunately when he was still just a few worms, his colony was killed off by a pack of grunts. You probably already know this, but at the time "he" was born, the Sangheli, or Elite gang, was having some major gang wars with the Uggnoy, or Grunt Gang. It was some pretty bloody stuff, and the reason wasn't all that clear as the news crews of High Charity thought it was too dangerous to go anywhere near the "undercity." So, the gang wars went on without any news coverage. The majority of the city didn't know about them, so when my friend the Hunter joined the Elite gang, he wasn't really ready for the sheer brutality of it all. However, considering he was a hunter it wasn't hard to survive. The big thing though, is that while he was on just another routine patrol, he saw the guys who had killed his Colony. Of course, he didn't recognise them right away, but once he did he attacked. Being a grunt means you're pretty small. can't hold much more than a plasma pistol, but they're brutal creatures. Up against a hunter they stood no chance, but still managed to inflict some damage to him. He went back to the hive to recouperate, but when he arrived, he saw more grunts, the brothers of the ones he had killed. One of them shouted "he killed Flipyap" and attacked. My Hunter Friend managed to fight them off, but he was badly wounded in the process. One of those wounds was that a jackal shoved a plasma grenade into his chest, but when it explode the worms around it somehow absorbed the impact. Don't ask me how, he never could say. regardless, he managed to survive, and got out of the Gang war that was going on. He still wants to be a Classical Composer, but for now he's trying to become one of the prophets honour guards. That's my story for this week... ItsalltrueIswearnolies D: Ahem. The Taming of the Hunters... The Grunt Rebellions! Were it not for the Arbiters, this covenant would have broken LONG ago!

Unfortunately, revealing it in your blog after some random rapper becomes a "sensation" isn't going to prove anything. People who don't buy the story now, won't buy the story later. Even if you claim your "friend" is someone who ends up on the scale of Kanye West and the like. Point in case? Don't make unbelievable stories, post em in a blog, and not expect to be teased or laughed at for em. Unbelieveable stuff is... well, unbelievable.

That's the... *runs out of "Hooves" to count on* UH, FIFTHTIETH BLOG APPROVAL I NEED TO MAKE D:

I barely even read this. Actually I skimmed, promise i'll read later, but the pure fact that you know of the Tesla makes this awesome. The TR is a beautiful car, electric or not. On a random note, the Koenigsegg Agera is one of the few Hypercars in the world to be drivable with both European Bio-Fuel and American Petrol. All other Koenigsegg Models run only on Bio-Fuel. Throwing that out there cause i can, and i feel random

... *goes to make an Approval* I really, really need to make an approval now. And this is the first time i've even looked at your blog. Imagine that.

Chapter 3 Skierós awoke to the sound of screams. It was something that barely poked through to his mind, and yet it woke him all the same. His eyes flew open, and he immediately shut them against the burning sensations he felt as he did. It took him a few moments before he opened his eyes once more, slowly this time, making sure that his eyes didn’t burn. Smoke greeted his gaze – smoke and flame. He stumbled out of his bed, hastily grabbing and fastening his belongings to him, he opened a window, not at all afraid of the possible consequences. He was, after all, a Toa of fire. As the window opened, the flames roared and shot out, a massive inferno that set fire to much of the previously untouched exterior of the Inn. Skierósdragged himself out of the window, dropping the ten or so feet to the ground. The impact jarred his legs, and it took him a moment to continue onward. Drawing his sword, he advanced through the now burning city of Ceneta, helping those he could escape from the flames, while putting the fires out from some of the more important buildings with small bursts of his powers. The effort was draining, but worth it. At last he came to the gates, where swarms of now refugee Cenetans were running; carrying what few belongings they were able. Standing at the gate were the guards, a measly four of them, and two of the patrons from the bar last night – Akaku and Aqua – standing defiantly against four black riders. Without a second thought, Skierós joined them, his sword glowed a deep orange in the light of the fires. “Who are you? What business do you have putting our city to the torch?” yelled Akaku, wind swirling around him, and a pistol in his hand. The rest rallied around him, weapons drawn as they faced the bleak, unmoving faces of the riders. “We are here... for him.” The one in the lead said, slowly raising a gauntleted hand towards Skierós. The others looked at him in shock, confusion registering on their faces for a split second, before Akaku stepped forward, cocking his pistol. “If you want him, come and claim him.” He spat, flames burning behind his eyes. The Riders took that advice to heart, drawing wickedly sharp swords from their sheaths and urging their mounts on slowly. The lead one neared, andin one deft movement, slashed at Akaku’s head, so fast the movement didn’t even register for all there. Aqua cried out in horror, her eyes glazing over in shock as Akaku simply disappeared. Dead. Aqua and the rest drew their own blades and weapons, an odd assortment of swords, spears, and elemental powers that together should’ve easilylevelled the four riders. Skierós and Aqua each took one rider for themselves, trusting the other four to fight the last two riders in pairs. However, each rider cleanly and easily matched their opponents, so easily in fact that Skierós had to wonder if they could see what their adversaries were going to do before it happened. Skierós dropped to one knee as he blocked a particularly heavy blow from his enemy. His sword wavered, almost bending under the strength of the rider. Sweat beaded across Skierós’ brow, and he could feel his muscles begin to falter. Good-bye, cruel world, he thought to himself, a grim humour setting over him. But even though he fully expected death, a shrieking cry rang out across the battlefield, stunning both the Cenetan defenders, and the black riders. Aqua lay on the ground, a huge gash along her side that gushed blood. Her face contorted in agony, she was all but defenceless as she began to bleed out, completely helpless, and at the mercy of her enemy. The lead rider laughed, eyes glowing red as he readied his sword for another strike. He raised the blade over his head, preparing to slash downward, when a single massive crack rang out around them. The blade flew out of the rider’s hand, followed by a sharp, pained laugh. There Akaku stood his face a mask of pure rage, the very air around the combatants began to thicken as he blew the smoke away from his pistol. He spoke then, voice dark and menacing, “Run along now, before I break something other than a sword.”The riders shrieked once more, turning their mounts around and charging away. Skierós picked up the fallen blade, recoiling in shock as it turned to dust before his eyes. He studied the hilt, it’s curved and spiked design puzzling him – tugging at the back of his mind like he’d seen it before.The others had already begun tending to Aqua, who’d lost enough blood to send her into unconsciousness. She wouldn’t die, she was far too tough for that, but she would be very weak for a time.Skierós turned his thoughts back to the strange blade, puzzling over it for a time, nearly forgetting the blazing town before him, before he was jerked back to reality by a rough shake from one of the guards.He nodded quickly, annoyed that his musing had been interrupted. The last of the refugees away from the city, Skierós let his thoughts turn to what the rider had said.They’d come for him, they’d burnt down an entire city for him. How Skierós could live with himself after not only causing the destruction of the city, but also nearly killing Aqua just because of his presence... it was all too much.The cold startled him out of yet another one of his musings, reminding him of just where he was. Snow had begun to fall, and already it was growing into yet another blizzard.Skierós stood, taking one last look at the flaming husk of Ceneta, burning the image into his memory, before turning and following the rapidly disappearing footsteps of Ceneta’s refugees.A/N: It occurs to me that I really don't have the drive to make massive chapters so.... yeah.Future chapters (ones that aren't even on my comp yet, but have been written) are longer... i hope D:

Hey, the staff need some excitement in their lives. Otherwise they'd all end up dull and boring and wouldn't be able to take a joke, much less make one. Hence why people like Bones are fun. They're so disliked by so many people that they don't have the time to be glum People like Shad here make the world more interesting anyways

....KAAAAAHHHHGGGAAAAAAA.MAAAAAH COOOUUUSSSSIIIINNNN :DYur Back!*parties*I for one, am happier than evur :DAlso that was epic. Considering It reminded me of Akaku's Return Picture

Don't forget to wash behinda your earsa boya. Ora disa footsa gonna bea going somawhere you don'ta want it >:L

Personally I think this is a great and cool Idea.I think the main thing though, Is that i've never considered lego as something to play with. Look at the large sets, Sandcrawler, Police Station, Star Destroyer, Pirate Ships... They're not toys, they're models.And with lego minecraft sets as proposed, it's more of a Lego Diorama than anything. And that I find really cool

Motivaction Honourable Mentions are fun

Eh, not really. Furno's weapon Curves outward, the Energy sword curves inward.There are similarities, but i doubt it was meant to look like the energy sword.

Chapter 2 Skierós opened the old wooden door to the pub slowly, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the smells that assailed him as he did so - beer and beer breath... but mostly beer. He choked back a gasp as he realized just how jammed full the inn really was. Literally every table was full, and the bar itself was too. Skierós walked in slowly, feeling oddly exposed despite the fact that any eyes that wandered by him simply left after a moment. He walked slowly to the bar, putting on his best confidence face as he did so – public... well, anything, wasn’t his specialty. He walked up to the bartender, an older, gruff Toa of Fire, who looked up with a mildly interested glance, before speaking plainly. “Wha’ll you ‘ave to drink?” Skierós blinked, trying to catch up with the rapid fire question. “Uh... actually, I wanted to see about getting a room?” The Toa looked at him with an amused glance, “Two Rooms upstairs – on the house. I’ve made more than enough money tonight.” Skierós was about to protest, but nearly jumped as a loud shout erupted from a group in the back, roaring over the crowd – specifically a green armoured Toa with a Stylized Miru. “And I said ‘Cabbage?’ Why have cabbage when you can have Potatoes!” The group erupted in laughter, obviously heavily drunk. The green armoured one stood up and walked towards the bar, a small bag of coins held in one hand. “I’ll have another round for me and the gents, if you will!” He stated, dropping the coins on the counter, a mad grin plastered on his face. “You know,” The bartender replied, “You may want to think about toning it down. After all, the last thing you want is for her to find you here.” The other Toa sobered up slightly – even the other bar patrons stiffened at those words. “Heh... I suppose you’re right – last thing we want is a repeat of last time.” The door opened with a loud crack, splitting the thick wood around it. “AKAKU!” The angry call echoed throughout the now entirely silent room. The only one who didn’t look at all afraid was the bartender himself. “Oh... h-hi Aqua... I uh... didn’t know you’d be back so soon....” The green armoured Toa – Akaku – replied. “Didn’t know I’d be back so soon, that’s Kane-Ra and you know it Akaku. I left for one hour to check on things, and in that time you manage to get yourself dead drunk!?” The newcomer, a blue armoured female Toa of water, charged forward and forcefully grabbed onto Akaku’s wrist, dragging him along behind her as she made for the door. Akaku struggled, throwing up a last ditch effort to stay by latching both hands to the doorframe. “Don’t forget me laddies!” were the last words out of his mouth before he disappeared. The bartender chuckled, before returning to the counter disinterestedly. Skierós was simply left wondering why a man who named himself Akaku wore a Miru. Skierós sat down and ordered a few drinks – after all, he was there. No point in being in a bar if you aren’t going to drink. It took him some time, but slowly he unwound, becoming more and more relaxed as he did so. It wasn’t long before he noticed more strange events – such as a group of four Matoran, one with a Kanohi Huna which he actually managed to activate and use – much to the astonishment of all those involved. That same group left soon after with a Toa – one who’d been sitting in the corner smoking a pipe since before Skierós even arrived. Skierós downed a few more drinks, still shrouded in his travellers’ cloak, before retiring for the night. He walked up the stairs to the upper level of the inn, entering his room and finding it quite to his liking. It was small, just enough for the bed, table, and chest that inhabited it. He set the small pouch around his waist down, doing the same with his travellers’ cloak, before working at undoing the clasps that held his dagger and blade to his belt. He set all of his belongings down, except the black armour he wore. It was one of the few things he refused to remove at night – so much so that the armour was more of a second skin than anything. Born of necessity, his habit had saved his life many a time. Skierós lay back in his bed, eyes drooping as he stared at the ceiling. His eyes drooped, and ever so slowly, he drifted off to sleep. The dreams came, as they always do – but these dreams were not like others – not childhood memories, or dreams of the future. Just flame and shadow – and the all consuming need to destroy. ~~~ A single scream resounded throughout the mountain range – so similar in pitch to the very wind itself that it had to have been natural. But what seemed to be just the simple howling of the wind carried with it a feeling of pure fear, and unmistakable malice that chilled to the bone.And on the peak of the mountain – on the same road that Skierós himself had traversed just hours before, stood four black riders. Each rode a black Muaka, weapons drawn. Their eyes lay solely upon the city below them, and as one, they urged their mounts forward, unleashing an unholy scream.A/N: A bit more of a Filler chapter, sorry people, the next chapter is better :PI planned on posting a chapter once a week, every sunday. but maybe because it's Xmas next week i'll post up Chapter Three early.