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First chapter of my epic is up. Go to it here. Please go, I could use any and all criticism. P
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We are dropping the third person prospective and the robotoid posting. Ahhh...Much better. Anyways, I'm writing an epic. Yep, you heard right, an Epic. I'm thinking about calling it The Tales of Sorren, but I don't know, sounds a little too generic. Can anybody give me a better name? It has to be "...of Sorren," as the story's about him and all. Oh, since it seems to be a popular thing, I'll be making a topic in the BBC full of most of the main characters. Yup. Expect a lot of Xians. Lots of them. Like, at least 12. I was thinking of including a guest character (i.e. a character another member created) in the epic, but I'll talk about that later. And in other news, I have unfortunately nixed my mecha WIP. I needed its pieces. And I'll be revising my blog contest soon (as the deadline draws nearer). For any body caring to check it out, it's like two or three pages back, it starts with DMC. And I intend on ordering some new peices (my first time buy parts instead of sets). Yup. P
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I can transform into a cassette player! ...that's not the surprise. I've actually started writing that serial I mentioned in the comments of the Nuva Armor entry, about my own version of Takanuva getting to Karda Nui and his adventures along the way – no dimensional hopping involved. I got the first chapter written last night and today (faster than I usually write most things), and I've posted it in Epics over here. The chapter isn't that long, so if you could read it and leave a review, that would be awesome. (I mention the length because a bunch of people said they'd review the restarted QfLD, but only one actually did. I think the length of just one chapter might have been what deterred them. ) I noticed last night that I was writing a story titled Learn to Fly while listening to the Iron Man soundtrack. (Which is one heck of an awesome soundtrack.) It was an amusing revelation. :3 Which reminds me, I have other things to blog about later. I don't really know why I haven't added an entry recently; it's not like I've been too busy... well, I was at the end of last week... I'll just stop talking now. ~ Soundwave
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You may remember, a while ago, when I decided that Takanuva's theme song in QfLD was One Day, from the Pirates 3 soundtrack. Yesterday I stumbled upon an idea for what Hahli's theme is, and it's quite grown on me, so now it's official: You Raise Me Up, as sung by Celtic Woman. If you haven't heard it, search for it somewhere, and you'll probably find it. And of course listen to it. It's a great song, and I've been wanting to do a Hahli/Shenyu picture set to it for a while, since it really fits Hahli perfectly... she's shy and wants to stay at home away from all the excitement, but people are always putting her into important situations that she doesn't think she's good enough for... "You raise me up to more than I can be..." Hope to have an MOC up later today, and Atrokan and Kairox up when I get back from vacation. Tally ho! ~ ToM
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Oh dear gods, Non Campus Mentis is absolutely the most hilarious thing I've ever read. The only reason I don't laugh aloud continuously while reading it is because I force myself not to, because that would get me even weirder looks than I already do. :3 Some quotes to illustrate just how awesome the thing is: "Around the year 1000 people were afraid that an acropolis was lurking around the corner." (This had me in fits of laughter for literally three minutes straight. I almost choked on my cake.) "Hildegard of Bingen, whose parents were informed by a cow that she should be a nun, was later a musical composer, herbiologist, and abyss." "In the 1400 hundreds most Englishmen were perpendicular." "The Council of Constance failed to solve this even though Constance herself tried very hard." "Followers of Wyclif were known as Mallards." "John Huss refused to decant his ideas about the church and was therefore burned as a steak." (It's like they got every single thing they could get wrong in this one...) "Henry VIII survived an assault from the Papal bull." (Which is true, but oh how I love the image that conjures.) And I'm not even halfway through the book. ~ ToM
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This is a poem I wrote three days ago. Our marching band was warming up for our halftime show for the high school football game, our first 'performance' in uniform, and I noticed how the sky was completely covered by clouds, which was the inspiration for the poem. Please read and enjoy! Music Under a Gray Sky We stand Warming up There is no blue To watch us Only drab gray clouds that Throw the vibrant color of Our uniform Into greyscale Our scales Echo around the quad A pause We hear the Announcer’s voice far Off “Time to go,” The assistant director says we Assemble Into a block and Head to the field () And the Bionicle 'C' with parantheses around it means it's copyrighted. Please don't plagiarize.
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*bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce*... I really don't know what to say other than here it is! Quest for Lost Dreams lives again, at long last! Yes, that was what I posted in here yesterday, the new opening lines. If you liked them (and I'm quite glad people did ), you just might want to check it out. Reviews are always appreciated, of course, perhaps even more so than usual in this case... One thing, though, the first chapter is long. The others will most likely be shorter... *bounce* ~ ToM
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Turaga Vakama walked forward, clutching the Mask of Light. The only sounds were the sigh of the sea and the clunk of his staff. He could feel the eyes of the Toa Nuva, other Turaga, and two Matoran following him. In the center of the wide balcony where they stood was the symbol of Mata Nui, etched into the stone within two concentric circles. It was just as he remembered. The wind of a thousand years had done nothing to it, even though the railing had crumbled further and the rest of the stone had lost its previous sheen. He beckoned to the silent group. “Jala, Hahli, come here.” ~ ToM
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I have discovered a theme song for Takanuva: One Day from the Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End soundtrack. It perfectly combines the wandering nature of Takua with the sense of hope and light of Takanuva, particularly during his rebirth scene... Which leads me to an announcement: I am officially rewriting Quest for Lost Dreams. Yes, all of it, or at least all but the last chapter or so. My writing style has changed so much for the better since I started it, I think, and I've also fleshed out the plot so much more that it would be far better to start all over than to try to edit everything. With any luck, I might have something to post within a week or two... As a closing quote, from Latin today, on the subject of Juno's hatred of all things Trojan: Leigh Ann: "She just needs to sit down with some ice cream." ~ ToM
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Here's another one of the stories I wrote here at arts camp. I wrote this about three weeks ago, and it's far from complete. I'm still editing and revising it, but here's the story so far. I present to you "Crossing the Bridge" by me. Crossing the Bridge Jessica clutched a large picture book with both arms as she made her way down the path, looking ahead at the rows and rows of gravestones. She smiled sadly as she recognized the two gravestones farthest away from her. The young girl began walking. She remembered how she had once been afraid of this place. Something about it made her heart beat faster, whether it was the complete silence of the graveyard, or the fact that no animals ever visited here. Or maybe it was the feeling that the stones were watching her, emotionless eyes following her wherever she went. But that fear was gone now, ever since her mother had taken her, not even in kindergarten yet at that time, here to visit her grandmother. “Where did Granny go?” she remembered asking her mother. “She’s resting, Jessie,” her mother had replied. “She’s with Grandpa now. You want to see her, don’t you?” “Yes,” said Jessica. “But all I see are these rocks. Is Granny hiding behind one of them?” “No, Jessie,” said her mother. “She’s gone. She’s up in the sky.” “I thought you just said she was here,” Jessica said, confused. “How can she be two places at once?” “You’ll understand when you’re older,” her mother had said, squatting down to hug her and stroke her blonde hair, the fingers combing the individual golden strands, the palm caressing her head. Jessica thought she saw tears in her mother’s eyes, but didn’t understand why she was crying. Mommy didn’t have a boo-boo, did she? Jessica now looked again at the graveyard. Now I am older, she thought. And I do understand. Suddenly she tripped, the huge book flying out of her hands. She fell to the grass. The book landed in front of a gravestone. Jessica’s face contorted as she willed herself not to cry. But her face broke into a smile as she saw the book leaning against the gravestone. She took the book, reading the name inscribed into the gravestone: Gregory van Meter. “Thank you for catching my book,” she said to the gravestone before getting up to continue on her way. She clutched the book to her chest, remembering when her mother had read the story to her the first time. Her mother had finished reading the last line, “—and they all lived happily ever after,” and closed the book. There was a moment of satisfied silence. Finally, Jessica spoke. “I really liked that part where the prince had to cross that rickety bridge to get to the tower with the princess inside,” she said. Her mother nodded, a smile on her face. “Can we read it again?” asked Jessica, looking beseechingly at her mother. “No, not now,” her mother laughed. “Can you read it tonight?” pleaded Jessica. “And the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that, and--” “Every single night,” her mother interrupted, stroking Jessica’s hair. Jessica now looked at that same book that held so many happy memories. She breathed in, imagining that she smelled the lavender scent that her mother carried, as she read to her. Jessica was now at the far side of the graveyard. She stopped, reaching the gravestones that were planted side by side. She sat down cross-legged, spreading the book out in front of her. “Hello, Mommy,” she said. “Hello, Daddy. Today we had DEAR time. Teacher says it means ‘Drop Everything and Read’. I really liked DEAR time, so I thought you would too. I brought this book you used to read to me, Mommy. Remember? Every single night.” She opened the book to the first page and began reading. “Once upon a time…” She read the book, and it was as if she were two places at once: she was in the graveyard, reading to her parents, grandparents, and everyone else in the graveyard, and at the same time she was crossing that rickety bridge again towards the tower, a boiling river of lava beneath her. But she wasn’t afraid at all, because her parents were there at her side, holding her hands as they crossed the bridge together. --------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed reading the story. Feel free to comment or critique my work!
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I'm really glad that BZP is back up again. I actually became a premier member several weeks ago, at the start of 2007, from a Short Stories Contest (I highly recommend all who read it to compete in the next one, because it's definitely worth it), but I haven't blogged until now. Anyway, I've been at a camp since mid-July. It started on the 14th, and will end this Friday. The camp is called CSSSA or Innerspark, and is 4 weeks long. At first I was reluctant to go because I didn't really know much about that camp. Also, getting in was VERY hard. Needless to say, I fell in love with it. Now, at the last few days, I wish the camp could've been for the entire summer. Shows how wrong first impressions can be. Anyway, I took a major in Creative Writing. We've been writing poetry, short stories, screenplays...I thought I'd share one of my screenplays with all of you BZP-ers. Please read and enjoy, and feel free to put your comments. I present...Do You Remember, by me. Do You Remember (Scene opens on a parking lot in the front of a college campus, with several students putting their luggage in the trunks of cars and exchanging farewells. Cadwalader and Diamantina stand outside Diamantina’s car. Diamantina’s luggage has been completely packed, and the doors are open. The sky is mostly cloudless, with one lone cloud drifting across the blue sky, and the sun’s rays glance upon everyone in the parking lot) DIAMANTINA: So, um, I guess this is it. CADWALADER: Yep. (awkward pause) I’m gonna miss you. DIAMANTINA: Me too. I’ll miss you too. (pause) Well, um, I have to go. CADWALADER: Right. DIAMANTINA: Be sure to write. CADWALADER: Yeah. (pause) Speaking of writing, do you remember that time when we switched all the chairs around so Zebediah wouldn’t get a seat? DIAMANTINA: Yeah. CADWALADER: And that time where Eduardo did ten belly flops at the pool party? DIAMANTINA: Vividly. (pause) I’ve got to go. CADWALADER: And that tragedy that Florianne wrote that was such a success? Rise and Shine, Firefly? DIAMANTINA: Years from now I’ll remember that the most. CADWALADER: And, uh— DIAMANTINA: Listen, I really have to go. I can’t miss my flight to Portugal. CADWALADER: -and the dance! Remember the last dance night, when we danced together to the slow song? I could feel your heart beating against mine. Diamantina— DIAMANTINA: I’ll never forget that night, Cad. You know I won’t. CADWALADER: Yes, I know… (uncomfortable pause) Remember that time when— DIAMANTINA: Listen, do you want me to be late? I’ll be stuck here. CADWALADER: Sorry. DIAMANTINA: No, don’t apologize. (pause) Thank you for all you’ve done for me, Cad. I hope I’ll see you again. CADWALADER: I hope so too. But we both know that won’t happen. DIAMANTINA: Don’t be silly, of course it will. Wales isn’t so far from Portugal after all. CADWALADER: You’re right. DIAMANTINA: Goodbye. (pulls Cadwalader close in a hug; after a minute, they release each other) Thank you for so much, Cad. (Gets in the car, turns on the engine, and begins to pull out) CADWALADER: Wait! DIAMANTINA: (Diamantina stops the car and looks out the window) Yes? CADWALADER: I l—See you around. DIAMANTINA: See you. (pulls out and drives away; Cadwalader is left alone with his luggage in the now empty parking lot. The lone cloud drifts over and blocks out the sun) Scene. So, yeah, please leave your comments and critiques here.
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Thunder rolls; birds flee Branches are torn down by wind And the rain begins At last! *goes out and basks in the rain* ~ ToM
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Yeah. On a Site I Go To there is a little community which presents a challange to fan fiction writers. Write 100 fics based upon a series of 100 one-word prompts. You go over and claim whatever you wish to write about, either a general series, a group, a character or a pairing. For instance, you could claim Labyrinth, Harry Potter: Hufflepuffs, Star Wars: Leia Organa-Solo and Han Solo, or Full Metal Alchemist: Alphonse Elric. That sort of thing. There are predictably, tons and tons and tons of Harry Potter claims, and lots of CSI, Lost, lots of other fandoms that I don't read and don't care about. I'm only into Bionicle, Elder Scrolls and Knights of the Old Republic these days, though I'm trying to get into Phantasy Star and Rocky Horror Picture Show things, and I believe that Civilization needs infinitely more fic than it's got. Because there ain't nothin' better than alternate history without any point of divergance, and with like, the same leaders and civilizations throughout the ages forever. Abraham Lincoln leads the Americans to victory against Ghandi and the Indians in the Middle Ages. The Aztec threaten the entire world with the atomic bomb while the staunchly communist Japanese try to stop them from destroying the world. Forbidden love between a Persian and a Mongol along the gold and uranium-rich trade routes between the Zulus and the Iroquois. Queen Elizabeth ends up insulting Mao Tse Tung and bringing upon the wrath of China's huge army of mounted riflemen. Stuff that doesn't make a lick of sense, but is possible wiht Civilization. Good times indeed. Good times indeed. However, despite the fact that this challange is phenominally popular, no one had ever done anything with Bionicle before. So I decided to break it in. I could claim general series, but I decided against it, because I didn't have any inspiriation for anything that would involve anything other than '04 and '05. So thus? I wanted to use my favorite characters in Bionicle ever. What would those be? Yes. I will be writing 100 fics about the Toa Metru. And right here is where I will, for now, place a link to all that I write for this. This is gonna be so cool you won't even be able to believe it. |001. Beginnings. | 002. Middles. | 003. Ends. | 004. Insides. | 005. Outsides.| |006. Hours. | 007. Days. | 008. Weeks. | 009. Months. | 010. Years.| |011. Red. | 012. Orange. | 013. Yellow. | 014. Green. | 015. Blue.| |016. Purple. | 017. Brown. | 018. Black. | 019. White. | 020. Colourless.| |021. Friends. | 022. Enemies. | 023. Lovers. | 024. Family. | 025. Strangers.| |026. Teammates. | 027. Parents. | 028. Children. | 029. Birth. | 030. Death.| |031. Sunrise. | 032. Sunset. | 033. Too Much. | 034. Not Enough. | 035. Sixth Sense.| |036. Smell. | 037. Sound. | 038. Touch. | 039. Taste. | 040. Sight.| |041. Shapes. | 042. Triangle. | 043. Square. | 044. Circle. | 045. Moon.| |046. Star. | 047. Heart. | 048. Diamond. | 049. Club. | 050. Spade.| |051. Water. | 052. Fire. | 053. Earth. | 054. Air. | 055. Spirit.| |056. Breakfast. | 057. Lunch. | 058. Dinner. | 059. Food. | 060. Drink.| |061. Winter. | 062. Spring. | 063. Summer. | 064. Fall. | 065. Passing.| |066. Rain. | 067. Snow. | 068. Lightening. | 069. Thunder. | 070. Storm.| |071. Broken. | 072. Fixed. | 073. Light. | 074. Dark. | 075. Shade.| |076. Who? | 077. What? | 078. Where? | 079. When? | 080. Why?| |081. How? | 082. If. | 083. And. | 084. He. | 085. She.| |086. Choices. | 087. Life. | 088. School. | 089. Work. | 090. Home.| |091. Birthday. | 092. Christmas. | 093. Thanksgiving. | 094. Independence. | 095. New Year.| |096. Ice. | 097. Stone. | 098. Writer's Choice. | 099. Writer's Choice. | 100. Writer's Choice.| The last five are the writer's choice, but seeing as they had the other four elements, it's inevitable that I'll write something for Ice and Stone as well, so I just added them in. There's a good chance that the other three will be something cheesy like Unity, Duty and Destiny. There's a good chance that I'll write some fics that aren't suitable for BZPower, whether due to embarassing lack of quality or due to somewhat questionable content, since I enjoy writing extremely questionable things. But rest-assured, this'll be quite interesting. Quite interesting indeed. So yes. WISH ME THE BROKEN FINGERS. BRING UPON THE BLESSINGS. AMEN.
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I think that the scent of cherry blossoms is easily among my favorite smells in the world. I was so inspired by it yesterday that I wrote a haiku... Light petals, dark wood Delicate white rimmed with green Fairest scent of all If you didn't know, I'm rather fond of writing haiku. Given that in the last week the growing plant life has bloomed amazingly fast, it works out nicely to mark it with a poem to one of the newly-opened flowers. (Of course, it also figures that in the week that this is Blog of the Week, I have so much homework that I'm effectively prevented from updating. Oh well.) Also, congratulations to <dd> for winning this week's Blog of the Week! Woot for her. It was she who brought up hanami, or the act of watching cherry blossoms... *eats strawberries* Oh, today is also Beltane, the Celtic first day of Spring. Last night was Walpurgisnacht, a more germanic event, the night of witches... I don't know that much about it, and my Witch's Datebook didn't talk about it, so I'm curious... ~ ToM
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Happy new year! Again! This time it's the Elves'. "And on the day of the New Year of the Elves, Celeborn and Thranduil met in the midst of the forest; and they renamed Mirkwood Eryn Lasgalen, The Wood of Greenleaves." ~ The Return of the King, Appendix B Again requiring a conversion from the Shire-calendar date of April 6th to April 7th in the Gregorian calendar. Loa literally means "growth" but is generally used to refer to one year, whereas yén strictly speaking means 144 solar years, but is also translated as "year." In case you wanted to know. (Incidentally, there is a rabbit in the yard right next to the back porch as I type this. Fitting, given that tomorrow is Easter. ) Once again, I have no idea how the Elves celebrated their new year, but I would guess that feasts were involved. As such... Let there be feasting! ~ ToM
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Yes. You heard me. Quest for Lost Dreams has finally, finally been updated! A combination of sunlight, snow, and listening to the Dead Man's Chest soundtrack inspired me to finish the new chapter this morning, which has now been posted! *bounces around* The epic itself is in a bit of disorder at the moment, because I'm going through all the old chapters and editing them – I've gotten great ideas for backstory and Éa-Nui history lately, then some even better ones for Hahli's past last night... Also, I decided a few months ago that the MNOLGs, comics from 2001-2, and flash episodes are, as the original Bionicle storyline, superior to everything since, so I've also been editing dialogues and descriptions to match the personalities introduced in them. I'm also editing the opening chapter and changing the beginning of chapter 10, because both were rather out-of-character for the people in them. But I think I got his personality down quite well in the new one. As well as Hahli having an identity crisis. Which allows me to open up a whole new plot tangent – one that actually gives a hint into her mysterious past. Finally, QfLD is beginning to get the way I want it. So go read it! ~ ToM
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THE TELEVISION REMOTE Once upon a time, I met a remote. He tried to turn me on. And oh my gosh, he did. THE BABY REMOTE AND, I think we'll stop right there.
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Music: Deck the Halls, Mannheim Steamroller Mood: Elated! I am having an awesome week. First and best, two days ago I finally broke through my writer's blook on Quest for Lost Dreams! I started revising all the dialogue to properly match the characters' MNOLG personalities, which somehow let ideas flow for the scene I'm currently writing, and so I'll be able to update and post a new chapter in a few days, hopefully! Second, as I mentioned last entry, I acquired Defilak and Dekar, who are awesome by themselves. Then, again from last entry, I've had a bunch of MOCing ideas, so I've finally gotten back to work on a bunch of half-finished thing sitting around. And now there's a new BBC contest (hence my mood music), so I have more stuff to do! And today, as school was getting out, the sun came out fully – a wide stretch of empty sky with really bright light – for the first time in quite a while! I love rain, but after a while it's nice to have a change – and because it had been raining all day, everything was covered in droplets of water, which looked amazing. And also, there was a rainbow! It's been years since I've seen a rainbow, but this is the first time in my life I've seen one stretching in an unbroken semicircle all the way across the sky. It was great. I was just standing outside looking at a drop of water clinging to a branch for a few minutes after I got home and walking around, since it was nicely cool and clear since it had just stopped raining. And now it is the weekend, so I actually have time to do these things! Yaaay! I am happy. Happy December! ~ ToM
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Once upon a time, I got bored. So I ate my foot.
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Once upon a time, A squirrel bit a nut. It was big and juicy, Just like a...... nut. The squirrel sat and chewed it, He chewed and chewed and chewed. He chewed his way right threw it, And spat it out, how rude. "That's not nice" said the Recycling God. "That's called littering. You see, when you litter, You're being annoying." "Do you think I care?" replied the Squirrel "Rules are stupid!" Then the Nature God incinerated the Squirrel, Just a puddle of fluid.
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Once, three twin sharks were born together. Unfortunately, unlike most stories of this type, the context was not so great. You see, sharks are born knowing how to hunt, and their first instinct is to hunt their own kind. Soon, The one little shark was brotherless. P.S. Ha ha. fooled you. They would have to be triplets.
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If you want the story, click on the link in the custom Boundless block on the right. This is really for a peek of the developer side. Writing of this one started when school started. So it has turned out... well, not as good as I wanted. It lacks a bit of flow, and action. I do like the 'finding out more about him or her' bits. It's a bit about the moments in this episode. And perhaps the fact that I didn't really have something in my mind to fully fill this episode has left it a bit... unpolished. I don't know... But... yeah... I was also forced to delay it for two weeks, so that really kicked me out of it. Read it, it should be enough to let you people wait another week for the really cool stuff to start. -|IXI
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Right'o. It turns out that Boundless Episode 5 will count around 6 or 7 pages, that is, shorter than the previous installments. Just a quick head's-up, I just want to get this one out of the way so I can start with the cool stuff. And I'm still scouting for music for the score, got a nice collection already. Which influences my work considerably. Stay tuned. -|IXI
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On one strange night in 1672, a Great Plains Indian named Squatting Poodle was sitting outside of his tepee when something very peculiar happened. The Great Eagle Spirit swooped out of the sky without warning, and took Squatting Poodle to Mars and back. This footage was caught on tape, but has since been destroyed in order to protect the retinas of mankind. True story-- believe it or not!
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Once upon a time, there was a young toa named Tahu. One day, Tahu was at school, and the teachers handed out a bunch of useless papers. Of course, all the young toa didn't care, so they folded them all into paper airplanes. Well when Tahu was on the bus, he decided to throw his airplane out the window. He briefly saw the airplane find its way into the mouth of an unsuspecting Lady Kopaka before his bus rounded the corner. Tahu went home, turned on his Wii, and forgot all about the incident. That's actually based on a true story... I said, BASED on.
