Fresh Makuta of Bel-Air

"I didn't get any bacon on this baconator? This is injustice!" "No...it was the IN-JUSTICE LEAGUE! MUAHAHAHA!" I haven't seen the series but I'm aware of it. Is it anything like Teen Titans or are there actual DC characters besides Robin this time around?

90% of BZPower members miss the 90% of BZPower members signature fad. If you're part of the 10% that doesn't miss that fad, put this in your sig. (Inception horn plays)

Iron Man is a Marvel character, therefore I like Marvel better. Batman's tied with Iron Man in my book, but my runner-up for Marvel is Captain America and I don't see an answer to that from DC.

Anyone remember Megas XLR on Cartoon Network? That show was incredible.

My freshman year of college I joined a Parkour group but I realized I was horribly out of shape for it and I didn't have time with classes and everything. I'd like to get involved with it again when I get a chance though.

1. Have you changed since BZP came back?Yeah, no doubt.2. How have you changed?I'm a lot more capable of handling criticism and I've become a much, much better writer. I was already on kind of a haitus before hand so not all of these are strictly recent developments. 3. Have you noticed anyone else change?Massive, massive brony presence. I'm seeing fewer and fewer familiar faces around here but that's what a year or two of inactivity does for you. 4. No Patrick, horseradish is not an instrument either.

Glad you liked it.I'm the same way with the chuckling and I'm planning to have a lot of the older jokes make a good return. Thanks! I plan to. I'm happy you saw the others; hopefully I can make the new ones even better. -Heat Yeah, I started off with trying to think of how to describe Greg's usual experience on BZPower and then it turned into "well may as well have actual badgers". I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks! What I did was I sat down Monday night and wrote down 25 chapter titles and a tagline to go with each one. It's a really quick writing process once I know what I want to write about. I plan on having Chapter 2 up on Thursday and then keep going on a Tuesday/Thursday basis. I was actually thinking of a way to incorporate the whole Brony debate into one of the chapters I had planned out. It'll probably be way, way down the line though. With the current update schedule I'd project it for around December barring major setbacks. I don't plan on basing the chapter around it but I will reference it in an objective way that I think everyone can enjoy. He really does have all sorts of adventures, doesn't he? I have a feeling you'll love Chapter 2 then.

Yeah, that's fully on me. I made a long term plan on having 97 chapters without actually planning it out, so I kind of fumbled that one. I will still add some memes and images but I don't think I'll use as many.

Thanks guys! I was worried that a lot of the fanbase might not have gotten to the new forums yet but it seems you're still here in force. What I did for planning was I went ahead and wrote out 25 titles and taglines to give me a starting point for the chapters so I don't end up meandering the story all over the place. So hopefully that'll be a decent source of material for time to come. I plan on putting out a chapter on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That works well with my schedule and it doesn't take long to write up a chapter once I have those taglines down. Literally this morning I spent about an hour to an hour and a half fleshing out a vague outline for the chapter and just filling it in. Glad you guys like it!

Well, I went ahead and posted the first chapter. See how awesome it is/isn't for yourself!

A Day in the Life is back and better than ever. I didn't get any feedback whatsoever on my blog post, so go post it in the thread instead! Remember, you're the boss*. Don't forget to check out Nuparu's Greed too. Links to both are in my signature. *you're not actually the boss.

Hey guys, I'm back with another one. Here we go again! Chapter 1: Greg Returns Greg woke up, rolled out of bed, and went downstairs to the dusty remains of his kitchen from the last comedy. There was no coffee. Greg: No! I’m a writer; what else will I run on?! This was a predicament. Ever since BZPower went down, things had been tough on the residents of the comedy. Carapar had come back to life. Tren Krom was so hungry he could only say things in bold text rather than in all capitals. The Escalade was out of gas. Matoro danced until he couldn’t dance anymore. Greg: Tren! We had a whole tin of coffee in here earlier, what hap- Tren Krom: Tren Krom didn’t eat it, that’s definitely not what happened. Because that would be wrong. Greg: You ate it! Tren Krom: No. Tren Krom eating something inedible would be completely out of character and unexpected. It would be like you fighting Tren Krom right n- Greg punched Tren Krom in the face. Tren Krom: Ow. Greg: Really? Tren Krom: No, to tell the truth Tren Krom said that for your benefit. Tren Krom ran a universe once. Your punch didn’t hurt. Like at all. Matau: Jimmy Carter ran a country once but he seemed pretty upset when I punched him. Greg: Matau, why? Why Jimmy Carter? He’s such a nice man too. Matau: I had a bad encounter with Freddy Krueger and now I’m afraid of everything with a sweater. Remember Mr. Rogers? Greg: Of course. Who could forget him? He was like a neighbor to me. Tren Krom: He was our neighbor. He said hello to Tren Krom every time he went out to eat…err, get the paper. Matau: Yeah. Not our neighbor anymore. Greg: That’s pretty twisted actually. Tren Krom: Tren Krom thought you were cool. There was an obnoxiously loud knock at the door followed by an obnoxiously loud kick through the door. Matau: No Freddy! You aren’t going to get me this time! Binkmeister: Relax guys. It’s me, Binky! Greg: Binky? How are you? Still getting messages from Black Six saying “Binky is stinky, neener neener”? Binkmeister: No, that was the last comedy and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop referencing it. I take pride in my personal hygiene and Six is aware of that. Greg: Alright, that’s cool I guess. Did you bring coffee? Binkmeister: Why would I bring coffee? Tren Krom: If you lack coffee for this residence then you serve no purpose in Tren Krom’s mortal world. Binkmeister kicked Tren Krom in the tooth. Tren Krom: Nope, still didn’t hurt. Binkmeister: No, no coffee. I came to tell you guys the forums are back up! There was a sonic boom and a crash as Takanuva reentered the atmosphere with Hahli Mahri. Takanuva: The forums are back up? Awesome! Hahli: No! My lime green pieces! Not again! Greg: Nice entry. You truly are a master of subtlety. Takanuva: My bad, I’ll just have to try and reenter the atmosphere a little more quietly next time. Hahli: Is anyone going to help me? I need medical attention! Binkmeister: So Greg, I was wondering if you’d like to return to your old post. Greg: You mean “guy who gets badgered to death by the S&T forum and writes comics”? Binkmeister: Don’t worry, we’ve confiscated all of the badgers from the S&T forum and released them into the wild. Tren Krom: Tren Krom believes that would ruin the ecosystem. Binkmeister: Nonsense. Hahli Mahri was then carried away by a platoon of badgers. Hahli: Help! Help me! Tren Krom: Help is for horses! Takanuva: I’m pretty sure that’s not the expression. Tren Krom: I’m pretty sure Tren Krom is unconcerned. Binkmeister: Now let’s all get in the Escalade and go back to Lego HQ. They all got in the Escalade when Greg realized it was out of gas. Greg: Well darn. This complicates things. Binkmeister: Yeah, I know. I just walked here. Greg: Isn’t that a long walk? Binkmeister: Darn right, took ten whole minutes. Takanuva: Actually that’s not that far… http://www.bzpower.com/board/public/style_emoticons/default/sarcastic.gif Greg: What are you, stupid and dumb? We have a car therefore we have to drive it. Binkmeister: Such a shame too. So much coffee and food – Tren Krom: TREN KROM DEMANDS A FEAST. Tren Krom picked up the Escalade in his tentacles and slithered to Lego HQ as fast as he could. He chucked the SUV through the window of Binkmeister’s office and climbed in through the resulting crater. Binkmeister: We’re here! Tren Krom: WHERE IS THIS FEAST THAT TREN KROM HAS DEMANDED. Takanuva: Well that sign on the wall says “Cafeteria” and points to the ri – Tren Krom: MAKE WAY PEASANTS, TREN KROM MUST GORGE ON PROCESSED MEAT. Carapar: …and that’s how I got brought back to life! Matau: By the DEVIL!? Matau tried to stab Carapar with a wooden stake. but was discouraged by his powerful protective shell. Carapar: Nope. And because most of my story roles start off this way, you’ll never know the first part of that story. Ignika: Matau: But you’re a devil creature! I see the eeeeeevil in your eyes! Carapar: Whatever man, I’m going to the gym. - The Lego Cafeteria - Lego Ron Weasley: Care for a fish filet, sir? Tren Krom: TREN KROM WILL FILET YOU IF YOU DO NOT PUT THAT FISH ON HIS PLATE. Ron: Sure thing mate, no need to get upset about it. Tren Krom: FORGET IT. BRING TREN KROM YOUR ENTIRE FISH HATCHERY. Ron sighed and returned to the kitchen with the other minifigs to prepare Tren Krom’s feast. Meanwhile, Greg chugged an entire pot of coffee. Greg: LET’S…WRITE…SOME…SERIALS!!! Greg sprinted upstairs to his new office but found the way blocked by Icarax. Icarax: Don’t go in there. Greg: But it’s my office! I have enough caffeine from this coffee to write War and Peace in backwards Arabic. Icarax: Um…something happened in there. Greg: Like what? Icarax: Something bad. Negative vibes. You know. Greg: I don’t, get out of my way! Icarax: No! Leave it! Do not seek the treasure! Icarax ran away flailing his arms. Greg: What’s his deal? Ending guy: What is his deal? Won't you be Mr. Roger's neighbor? Does a ten pound bag of flour make a really big biscuit? Find out in Chapter 2! Reader: Will we ever actually get these questions answered? Ending guy: Hey, I ask the questions around here!

Just wondering but how many words? I misread that as "4500 words" and almost died inside a little. I remember my essays consistently having to be 500 words and sometimes up to 1000-1500.

I still don't get what the fight came from - I didn't see anything worth fighting over. Huge Ravens fan, loving being at the top of the AFC North. Apparently the Detroit coach thought that the SF coach shook his hand too hard and swore at him, then he chased after him later on. I'm a Baltimore fan too and I'm loving where we stand right now but I'm a little scared with the Bengals and Pittsburgh are both at 4-2. Most of their schedule has been pretty soft though. Pittsburgh barely scraping by against Indy (without Peyton) and the Jags (without any QB) gives me a little hope. I really hope so. Their offensive line is pretty depleted and most of their players are getting older and slower while Baltimore's getting younger and faster. It should be another win but it's in Pittsburgh so there's that to consider.

Tenacious Takua and the Mask of Light? Starring Dave Grohl as Makuta, of course.

Granted, it eats you. I wish for a fish.

5/5, can't remember why but your name is very familiar.

I thought it was essentially the Dataclysm Part II. http://www.bzpower.com/board/public/style_emoticons/default/sarcastic.gif I actually don't even remember why the first dataclysm happened. Anyone got any ideas? I'd also like to suggest 404ever, not to be confused with the Pokemon movie or the Drake song.

Hey guys, it's not GregF yet but it's a short story and I'm pretty sure it's one of my first cracks at one. It's about Nuparu as an engineer on Metru Nui. Go give it a look, the link's in my signature. Also, don't forget to give feedback on A Day in the Life on my blog. I'd like some pointers for the sequel.

Nuparu beamed as he looked up at his latest creation. Years of engineering experience had come down to this. Kralhi was its name. The orders for automated law enforcement came all the way down from Turaga Dume himself. Ah, and there he was! "Enter," said Nuparu, as the Turaga stepped into his workshop. The shop itself was just located just above the archives. It had a small apartment above for Nuparu, and below in the workspace sat the Krahli. "Ah, Nuparu, it's brilliant!" gasped Dume as he paced around the slumbering enforcer. "Perfect. This is just what we needed. You're certain this process can be replicated in mass production?" "Positive, sir," replied Nuparu. "Great," said Dume. "Your payment will be along shortly. Nuparu, you're one of the finest engineers Metru-Nui has ever known." Taken aback by this compliment, Nuparu stammered. "I-uh, thank you sir," he managed to say. "Good night," said the Turaga, and left Nuparu alone with his work. Nuparu knew the Turaga was right. He was the best. As long as Nuparu could remember, he was the go-to man for designing any sort of mechanism on the island. The Ta-Metruan forges needed new smelters? Nuparu should be able to help.. New lab equipment for Ga-Metru? Let Nuparu know. He was the Matoran for the job, and his employers knew it. He resumed some last minute tinkering with his creation. There was another knock at the door. "Turaga, back already?" smiled Nuparu without looking up. "Hello Matoran," a smooth voice called out. Not Turaga Dume. Nuparu spun about to see a blue and white Rahkshi. He rushed to activate his prototype Krahli but it was shut down by an electric power. "No need for that." "What do you want, beast?" stammered Nuparu, as the Rahkshi drew closer. "Beast?" it replied, somewhat offended. "I am an agent of the Makuta of Metru Nui, and I have come to enforce a new revenue gathering regulation." "Makuta? Revenue gather - what? What does this have to do with me?" Nuparu was confused. He paid a certain amount to the island each year but he knew what for: chutes, the foundries, the Archives, and many other proud stalwarts of Metru Nui's success. But this? What could these "Makuta" possibly want with his hard earned widgets? "Yes, Nuparu. Your little island is one of many. Why, without your prosperous little trading post, what would keep the factories running in Xia? The Skakdi have been acting strange, we must fund the Visorak occupiers to keep the island stable. Destral needs widgets too. Are we meant to pay for that on our own, little Nuparu?" Nuparu fumbled for the switch to activate his creation. Regardless of whoever this "Makuta" was, this agent of his was a trespasser. The machine remained deactivated. "I asked you a question, Matoran," said the Rahkshi. "Uh...why not? Metru Nui has its own concerns. I don't even know where the Skakdi are; how would I benefit from paying you?" "Well you see Nuparu," droned the Rahkshi. "This is the law of the land. This is a big universe, and you are but a small cog. The concerns of all must be considered." "Very well, but I haven't been paid for my work yet." The Rahkshi paused. "Well, you see...that will be a problem. The deadline is now. Punishment for failure to comply is imprisonment." Nuparu's vision filled with electricity and he fell unconscious. - - - "Nuparu! Nup - oh what am I saying, get him out of there!" Nuparu regained consciousness in the prison in the Coliseum. Turaga Dume was standing over him while the Kralhi guarding the cell gradually stepped away. "Great Spirit!" yelled Nuparu. "What was that all about?" "I'm so sorry Nuparu, I should have paid you earlier," apologized the Turaga. "This machines though: good stuff! They guarded your cell a bit too effectively." Nuparu realized that several of his Kralhi were lumbering around outside. "Turaga, how long was I unconscious for?" "Oh Nuparu, you designed these things. Surely you must know how they work? One of your initial guards was malfunctioning. Drained you almost to death! We're surprised you woke up just a week later." Nuparu's sane Matoran spirit was filled with outrage, but his engineer's mind was actually kind of proud of himself. "So do I get paid for this whole ordeal, or what?" he demanded. "Respect your Turaga," said a Kralhi merchanically. "My apologies," said Nuparu, somewhat sarcastically. "Of course. We've gone ahead and deducted the Brotherhood Tithe," said Turaga Dume. The resulting widget pile was somewhat disappointing. "So this is what the best engineer in the city gets paid these days?" Nuparu gasped, dumbfounded. He had provided an entire new law enforcement system for the city. He was no petty street vendor. "You can live just fine off of that," smiled the Turaga. "Now off you go." --- Nuparu glared back as he took the chute back to his workshop. The best engineer in the city, and here he sat with the wages of a mere archivist or sculptor. He understood Unity, Duty, and Destiny; but did the Makuta? Why was this a one way contract? He did his job for the good of many as Mata Nui intended him to do, but he doubted he would ever see a dime from those Skakdi. As he departed the chute, he was met by several Le-Matoran playing flutes. "Spare some widgets?" mused the many musical Matoran mischievously. "I'm sorry, I really don't have any to spare. Just paid my Brotherhood Tithe," sighed Nuparu, still bitter about what he viewed as a mugging. "Oh? Is that so?" asked one of the bigger Le-Matoran, and stepped into Nuparu's path. "I know you. You're Nuparu, the best engineer in all the island!" he sneered. "That's me," said Nuparu warily, and attempted to step aside. "Come on now, don't lie to us," growled the Matoran. "You've got to be filthy rich. All those inflated Metru-wide contracts you've got. Dume never did care about the working Matoran!" Nuparu stopped. "Working Matoran? I've worked harder than you have in your whole life. Since when has playing the flute been a hard laborious profession? I've spent years of blood, sweat, and tears to get to where I am today. What have you done?" The Le-Matoran stepped back, struck dumb by Nuparu's sudden vitriol. "So much for unity, duty, and destiny," sighed another, and put down his flute dejectedly. "You know nothing of the three virtues," spat Nuparu. "No better than a bunch of Piraka, the lot of you." As Nuparu walked away he heard the bitter jeers of the Le-Matoran die away before they resumed their flute ensemble. Was he a monster for his ability? Did he deserve their anger? In the end, he knew this was inescapable. Envy would always exist in some Matoran. Yet, in the end, was he greedy for refusing to help others? Or were they greedy for refusing to help themselves? Nuparu shrugged, and returned to his workshops. Philosophy was for the Ga-Matoran and Ko-Matoran. He would engineer as he always had. The island needed him; if not as a philanthropist than as their best engineer. It was his job regardless of what others thought, and had been since he was born. Unity, duty, and destiny. That's the way he saw it, and that's the way it would be. ----------

There's not one that I'd call my "least favorite", but I don't get a lot of use out of the Marketplace or BS01 forums. Most of the story forums are a boom/bust kind of deal: either your story is incredible or it's really, really bad. The ones in between get forgotten. I have a lot of respect for the comics forum because I was active here during kind of a golden age for comics I guess.

Not sure how many people who read ADITLOGF regularly actually read this blog, but if you are I'd like some feedback on my past story. Tell me the things you like or disliked. Too many memes/images? I'll be honest: It's been a while since I wrote for it and I'm a little rusty on that style of humor. This is your chance to influence the next story, so don't be shy!