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  1. So back at the start of the Bionicle reboot I purchased a Gali Master of Water (70786-1), I put the set together and for the most part I've just left it on the shelf and haven't really messed with it because I find the new sets floppy and not particularly fun to mess with. However, recently I got back into building mocs after losing pretty much all of my sets several years ago so I decided to pull it off the shelf and mess around a bit, only to discover that some pieces had become very lose. In particular several of the axle connectors (32039) and one of the translucent, short hero factor arms (90612) had cracked in such a way that they no longer produce enough friction to be useful just from sitting still on a shelf in the configuration the instructions specified. Do I just have a bad copy of the Gali set or is this a common issue? If it is a common issue it it just common to Gali or is it common to a lot of the reboot line's sets? I apologize if this is the wrong place to ask this, I am new to the site (literally made an account so I could ask this question).
  2. These were Bionicle G2 Masks that I modeled in Blender a while back in early 2017. This was when I was starting to experiment more with blender and I got more comfortable at 3D modeling. Don't really have any plans for Bionicle now since I'm learning a new version of Blender, version 2.79, so I don't know if I will ever model or animate Bionicle again.
  3. The first thing he gave her was a poorly carved bird. It wasn’t until much later that they would laugh about how sorrily made the bird was, but at the time, she took it with twinkling eyes and outstretched hands. He had never whittled anything before, but when they first met she had mentioned how she had always admired the talent. He tried his hand at it the moment he got home, because he couldn’t get her out of his mind otherwise. “This is beautiful,” she said as she took it from him, and she really meant it, because she was that kind of person. She could look at something in earnest and judge it not for what it appeared to be, but what it meant. And she knew what the carving meant, and she loved him then on for it. ---- The second thing he gave her was his devotion. “Devotion is the true mark of belief,” the Great Brother had said, “For if one truly believes in something - actually, earnestly believes - one cannot help but be devoted to it.” And so he gave her his devotion, for he truly believed in her. ---- The third thing he gave to her was belief. She was initially skeptical of the Great Brother, for she had heard the stories and the secrets told in the darkness, the rumors that were whispered at rowdy night taverns. She, like all of the others, had seen them at one point or another, the Ancient Ones, the Master Crafters. The Mask Makers. There were those who swore upon their lives that the other brother, the Wise Master, was the true master craftsman. That the Great Brother was nothing but a Mask Hoarder, a Derelict Forger of broken things. But the moment she saw him, she knew. She knew who he was and what he meant to do. “You are a great man, seeking great things,” she said. “If Kulta believes in you, then I shall too.” He was happy at her remarks. “We will rule,” he said later, when they were alone. “Together, under him. I shall be a King and you shall be a Queen.” She laughed. “I am no one’s Queen,” she said, with the smiling firmness he had come to admire. “I am my own ruler.” He bowed, with the graciousness she had come to cherish. “Of course. Shall we be two Kings instead?” “I would settle for lordship,” she said. “Two lords can live in partnership, can they not?” “We can manage,” he said, smiling. ---- The fourth thing he gave was himself, for he had nothing else to give and yet wanted to give more still. This gift, as with his first, she took in open arms. For the first time in his life, he knew happiness and knew it in abundance. ---- They came for the Great Brother’s followers without a warning, their numbers filling the city, house to house, block to block. The other brother, the Wise Master, had received a vision, they said. The Great Brother was to ravage the world unless he was stopped. All followers were now heretics, to be shamed and stripped of their personhood. He first saw them when they came to the market, seizing a follower by the scruff of the neck and wrenching the mask from his face. The mask was a symbol, they said, that the Wise Master had made in his image. Those who would stand against the Wise Master could no longer bear his face. And so they ripped the masks from their bodies, and laid their skulls bare to the world. He could hear the screams as the armies of the Wise Master turned followers into heretics. Those without masks would wither soon, for they were not long for this world. He escaped, narrowly, and as quick as he could returned to his home. He was too late. She wept, the tears streaming down her skull. “They took my face from me,” was all she could say. He wiped the tears from her eyes, and stared into them as long as he could. They stared back, the piercing gaze that always saw him for what he was worth. The brilliance in them died as she withered away, a cold hollow skull where his everything used to be. Then the city ruptured around him, the earth rumbling and quaking into a cascade of power. The ground was ripped from under him, and he sank into the underworld below. Some say that the Great Brother forced the Wise Master’s hand. Others that the Wise Master tried to rid the world of the Great Brother before his vision could come true. The stories always ended the same, with the island torn asunder and the city and its inhabitants all but forgotten. ---- But he lived, against the odds, a cruel irony for someone who had nothing left to live for. He prayed, in that moment, for he knew not what else to do. “Great Brother, he said, “I have believed, and I have been devoted. Guide me now.” He prayed, and out of the silence came hope. I offer a bargain to you, said the voice. I ask for your devotion yet again, to help free me from my chains. In return, I will bring you back what matters to you the most. “What must I do?” He said back to the darkness. I have given you a gift, one that can cheat death, the voice said. It will give you back what you love, but it may not be in the form that you desire. “If there is any chance,” he said. “I will do all that you command.” ---- For millennia, he searched, combing the underworld, searching every crevice and crook in the dark. He knew not what he was searching for, but he needed not to know. He was devoted, and that was what all that mattered. She was his reason, and he believed in her. They would be together again. Ages passed until he found it. His fingers barely brushed along the side of it, but already he knew it was what he had been searching for. The magic ebbed out of the golden mask, a radiant glow that he could not describe. He prayed, and out of the silence came instruction. Are you still devoted, child? Do you still believe? “Yes,” he said. “I will hold my end of the bargain.” Your love has made her strong. Be with her again. He felt the power surge through him, rippling through his body and out into his limbs. It was as if his own life force was halved, cut out of him in the blink of an eye. Before him, a writhing monstrosity screamed into existence. Six limbs bent themselves onto the ground, and he heard a voice he feared he’d never hear. “...Who am I?” she said, as if stirred from a long slumber. He looked at her, at the eldritch abomination that stood before him, and saw her as she did, to the meaning underneath the skin. To him, her form did not matter, for if she had looked at his first gift to her with judging eyes instead of her own, he would have been all the lesser. Give her your purpose. “You are...a Lord. A Lord of the Undead, of the Skulls of the Slain.” She paused in silence. “I remember being more,” she said, sadly. “Do you not remember the same?” He could not look her in the eye. “We owe the Great Brother a great debt,” he said. “It must be paid. Only then can we cherish the past.” He showed her the mask and its uses, and she in return gifted undead life and limbs back to the skulls of their fallen brethren. The mark of the heretics would now be the mark of the underworld. ---- The two Lords came together, their armies working as one. He rallied the underworld to his cause, and she swarmed the island with the voices of the dead. They ravaged the island, driving those who had harmed them from their homes. They were hopelessly outnumbered. So they summoned the demons. The demons fell from the stars and struck with power that none had seen before, driving their armies back, hunting them into the ground. They took her and they beat her, stripping her of her power and casting her back into the underworld, broken. He faced the Wise Master for the first time, the man who had cost him everything. His rage turned into fury, but his fury was in vain. He was cast out too, out of what remained of his home, a memory so old but still fresh. When he sought her, she was wounded, unable to move. Her armies had gone without her, and she was not long for this world. Even dark magic would to naught to save her. “The Great Brother will save us,” he said. “He saved us before and he’ll save us again. You’ve looked into his heart, you know this to be true.” She did not reply. “The Great Brother is nothing,” she said at last. “I saw nothing in his heart but greed and sorrow. He is not but a maker of broken things.” He was taken aback. “But you said...” She smiled. “I looked into your heart and saw devotion, and I could not bear to see that devotion die. It made you purposeful. It gave you reason.” “You gave me reason,” he meant to say, but he choked on his own words. They sat in silence until he was the only one silent. ---- He rallied the underworld again, to fight the demons and the Wise Master of the world above. He faced the Wise Master for the last time. He was shown no mercy. He was soundly defeated. He lay, buried alive, at the depths of the underworld. Rubble had broken every bone in his body. Every breath was a burning ache, deep into his lungs, as air and dust became mixed into one musty gasp for life. He prayed, and out of the silence came doubt. There were no words and there were no promises. The Great Brother had forsaken him. He withered away, for there were no more reasons to live.
  4. Searching for Ekimu's tomb, the Toa journey deep beneath the City of the Mask Makers. There they wind through ancient catacombs, battling Skull Scorpios at every turn. In time they push their way—or are they themselves pushed?—into a vast chamber. In its center swirls a vortex of debris, all that remains of the vanquished Lord of the Skull Spiders. In the darkness, Onua can make out a lone figure. Have the Toa found their quarry at last? "Ekimu!" he calls. "We are here to rescue you!" The six gasp as an islander steps out of the shadows… Flickr Here is my entry to The Legend Continues contest! Participants create entries reflecting things they would have liked to see in G2 Bionicle. I recreated the MNOG confrontation with Makuta in the style of the 2015 animations. Please let me know what you think!
  5. This is what I gathered form BS01: --The Vahi comes into existence. Since it is older than the stars, it has to come first. --At some point in the distant past, the elements themselves magically create the mysterious island of Okoto. --The elements are: (1) stone, (2) earth, (3) water, (4) fire, (5) jungle, (6) ice, (7) light, and (8) shadow. --In addition to the island, 7 creatures are created from stone, earth, water, fire, jungle, ice, and light to be the avatars of their respective elements. Shadow, in response, creates Umarak the Hunter to oppose and hunt the creatures. --The Temple of Time is either created from the elements as well, or the Okotoans build it as their first temple. The Mask of Time somehow then arrives at the Temple. --Okotoans either are also formed from the elements, or migrate from another location. --Okotoans build the Labyrinth of Control --The Capitol City is built. --The City of the Mask Makers is built. --The Skull Raiders invade the island from a different location. --The islanders live in harmony, along with the Mask Makers Makuta and Ekimu. So there are a few things I'm wondering about: 1. We know the Skull Army is not native to Okoto (presumably they sailed to the island from elsewhere). Does this mean there is a mainland on this planet inhabited by skeleton people? Why did they come to Okoto? How did they know about it? And, if they did know about beforehand, how is it that no one else has come to Okoto in its several thousand years of recored history? Ultimately, what were they hoping to get out of coming to Okoto? 2. How did the Okotoans get to Okoto? Were they created from the elements too? Did the Great Beings put them there? Did they sail to the island from another location? Who told them then that there would be a rich island in the middle of the ocean? 3. Also: are the Mask Makers just skilled Okotoans? Or are they a whole other race? Is that ever explained? Is Makuta an earth villager and Ekimu a water one? 4. What's with those 2 moons anyway? One thing I'll say I don't like so much about G2 is there's no Greg to ask.
  6. Six heroes. One destiny. Who ate all the pies? This particular take on an abridged version of the 2015 animations was made as a collaboration between The 1st Shadow, a few of my IRL friends, and, well, me, as an entry for Team Four Star's Tenkaichi Ironman Budokai Abridgathon. The end result could have been a bit better, but this is what we were able to produce in a month of planning, writing, and editing. Okay, you're probably saying that it's very selfish to name a collab effort after my own username, but my YouTube channel has become a collaborative venue. Sure, I'm running it, but current and future videos often feature guests. I couldn't do any of this alone. Also, there's already at least two Bionicle Abridged series out there, so I needed to add the name of the channel it's uploaded to so you could more easily differentiate it. So sit back, watch, and enjoy the fruits of our labor! And hope that the mods aren't against this.
  7. I made some much needed improvements since the original post. So I figured it warranted a new topic for them. So without further ado here they are Gali http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/gali1.jpg http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/gali5.jpg (With Kivoda and Gold Mask on stand) http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/gali6.jpg (Wearing Gold Mask and secondary weapon function) http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/gali7.jpg (Vs Skull Strika) Kopaka http://www.brickshel...Toa/kopaka1.jpg http://www.brickshel...Toa/kopaka5.jpg (With Izotor and Gold Mask on stand) http://www.brickshel...Toa/kopaka6.jpg (Wearing Gold Mask and secondary weapon function) http://www.brickshel...Toa/kopaka7.jpg (Vs Skull Warrior) Lewa http://www.brickshel.../Toa/lewa01.jpg http://www.brickshel.../Toa/lewa05.jpg (With Vizuna and Gold Mask on stand) http://www.brickshel.../Toa/lewa06.jpg (Wearing Gold Mask and secondary weapon function) http://www.brickshel.../Toa/lewa07.jpg (Vs Skull Slicer) Onua http://www.brickshel.../Toa/onua01.jpg http://www.brickshel.../Toa/onua05.jpg (With Korgot and Gold Mask on stand) http://www.brickshel.../Toa/onua06.jpg (Wearing Gold Mask and secondary weapon function) http://www.brickshel.../Toa/onua07.jpg (Vs Skull Basher) Pohatu http://www.brickshel...Toa/pohatu1.jpg http://www.brickshel...Toa/pohatu5.jpg (With Nilkuu and Gold Mask on stand) http://www.brickshel...Toa/pohatu6.jpg (Wearing Gold Mask and secondary weapon function) http://www.brickshel...Toa/pohatu7.jpg (Vs Skull Scorpio) Tahu http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/tahu1.jpg http://www.brickshel...ahu5.jpg (With Narmoto and Gold Mask on stand) http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/tahu6.jpg (Wearing Gold Mask and secondary weapon function) http://www.brickshel...5/Toa/tahu7.jpg (Vs Kulta fighting alongside Protector Mask Ekimu) Group Shot http://www.brickshel...015/Toa/toa.jpg More pictures in the gallery http://www.brickshel...ry.cgi?f=564494
  8. Bit late to the party but I needed the parts of the 2016 winter sets to finish these mods. So here are my mods of the Skull Villains. (I've already made a topic for Skull Scorpio so it won't be posted here. But to make up for it. I made a Skull villain for Gali to fight All of the mods save for Skull Grinder have the trans orange removed. I just didn't like it on the others. That's just my opinion Gallery- http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=564493 First off is Skull Warrior. Not many changes to him but I did rebuild the bow so the firing gimmick doesn't turn the whole bow. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior01.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior02.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior03.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior04.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior05.jpg (Weapons stored & holding Kopaka's gold mask) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior06.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullwarrior07.jpg Next is Skull Slicer. Main changes are getting rid of the chain weapon to give him a fourth sword. And armor on the trans green bones. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullslicer01.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullslicer02.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullslicer03.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullslicer04.jpg stored & holding Lewa's gold mask) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullslicer06.jpg Next is Skull Basher. Main changes are making the gimmick less lose. It can't swing both arms together but still allows side to side movement. I also gave him a tail and hooves to emphasize the bull aspect a bit more. He has solid purple armor so his horns don't stick out as much. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullbasher01.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullbasher02.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullbasher03.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullbasher04.jpg stored & holding Onua's gold mask) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullbasher6.jpg Next is the villain I made for Gail. I call her Skull Strika. She's based on Aanchir's Skull ripper design but doesn't have any trans light blue parts. Only trans dark blue. She has no legs but instead a large tail with a skull sword for stealing masks. To compensate I built her a stand. Storywise she would be a species like Skull Scorpio and attack the group when there on the way to Ekimu's forge http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika01.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika02.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika03.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika04.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika05.jpg (Holding Gali's gold mask) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika06.jpg (Stand build) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullstrika07.jpg Next is Kulta the Skull Grinder. His changes are filling in his torso a bit more. Replacing his black bones with dark grey ones. And removing the small sword he had. He never used it in the animations or book anyways. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullgrinder01.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullgrinder02.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullgrinder03.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullgrinder04.jpg stored & holding Tahu's gold mask) stored & putting on the Mask of Creation) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullgrinder07.jpg (Posed wearing the Mask of Creation) Finally a group shot including my modded Skull Scorpio http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/SkullVillains/skullvillains.jpg Comments and criticism appreciated
  9. Hi, guys! I know that 2015 is over, but there is this one question I have in mind: What happened to the Skull Creatures after they are defeated. Here are some things that I noticed: 1. Skull Spiders - There are like hundreds of them. Many of them have been defeated by being unconscious and destroyed. What about all of them? I mean, the remaining ones that are still alive. 2. Lord of Skull Spiders - Probably killed. 3. Skull Warriors - Many of them got their butts kicked and looked unconscious. Again, any remaining ones that are alive? 4. Skull Slicer - I heard he fell out from the City of the Mask Makers. What happened to him after that? Is he hiding to plan his revenge on the Toa for humiliate him in Hammer Flush? 5. Skull Scorpios - Two of them having been crushed by two giant stones. What about the remaining ones? 6. Skull Basher - He got his butt kicked really hard. In a chapter book called Island of the Lost Masks, he was called "lifeless" when it happened, but in Revenge of the Skull Spiders, he was sent to prison, so is he dead or alive? 7. Kulta the Skull Grinder - Same as Skull Basher. So there, that's what we last see and heard of them. There are some bodies laying on the ground in the city. We know that Makuta could control Kulta and the Lord of Skull Spiders (and perhaps the spiders), who can also control their fellow Skull Creatures, but if Kulta and the Lord are disposed of, what would happen to their minions. Do they fall down unconscious, like a machine being turned off it or having batteries taken out, or are we still active and have full control of themselves? I know that they are undead, but we don't know how are they created or their origins. Any thoughts or theories, guys?
  10. Both of the aforementioned polybags seem to be exclusive to Russia. I'm not happy about this, because I really want to acquire both of them, and I don't want to pay $40+ just for a polybag. So, I think that we should get LEGO to at least release the Accessory Pack, because it isn't fair not to release it to all countries. As for the Villain Pack, they probably won't make any more, due to it being from last year's lineup. Thoughts? (Mods, feel free to merge this with the 2016 discussion topic if it belongs there rather than its own topic.)
  11. These are my mods of the Protectors. First off is Narmoto Protector of Fire. His changes are 1. Arms are more like the ones from the animations and the feet are changed to red 2. Weapons are changed to Fire Tonfas using the fire pieces from Chima 3. Shoulder cannon is changed so it can fold onto the back http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/narmoto1.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/narmoto2.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/narmoto3.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/narmoto4.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/narmoto5.jpg Next of is Korgot Protector of Earth. Her mods are 1. More filled out chest and studs for blaster are changed to trans purple 2. Modified arm construction so its closer to body 3. Weapon changed to Star Mace http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/korgot1.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/korgot2.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/korgot3.jpg Next up is Kivoda Protector of Water. His changes are 1. Changed up weapon to feature lights so He can see while underwater 2. Turbines mounted to back and on hinges to move around 3. Chest uses the same 5M shell like Gali has http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/kivoda1.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/kivoda2.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/kivoda3.jpg Next up is Nilkuu Protector of Stone. His changes are 1. More armored and more Dark Orange pieces. 2. Weapon is modified to be held more naturally. 3. White spikes replaced with silver http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/nilkuu1.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/nilkuu2.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/nilkuu3.jpg Next up is Vizuna Protector of Jungle. His changes are 1. Transparent bones and green armor like Lewa 2. Smaller one handed crossbow and Katana for weapons 3. Long tail inspired from the 2 books. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/vizuna1.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/vizuna2.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/vizuna3.jpg Last up is Izotor Protector of Ice. His changes are 1. Weapons are an Ice Sword. Ice Saw shield and handheld blaster. Ice Saw shield can move for cutting and blocking 2. White feet and more compact torso. 3. Light Azure upper arms and legs. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/izotor1.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/izotor2.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/izotor3.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/izotor4.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/izotor5.jpg Last picture is a group shot http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/takanuinuva/Bionicle2015/Protectors/protectors.jpg Comments and criticism appreciated
  12. Character history: the control himself, the first shadow was a god with powers both the control and management of energy and creation of beings. he and his brother's were devoted to the creation of several Okoto beings, lived several generations of creatures to meet and create. However he was corrupted by ambition and without premeditation he killed his brother. its attempt to dominate the island, was the end of the god and the emergence of the mask of control. about moc: I take long time to make a solid version, lacking ideas to give consistency to the appearance, the idea was to make an impressive character without the need for both golden armor. .
  13. It's still early enough in 2016 to reflect on 2015, so let's talk about great LEGO sets from last year. Specifically, I will be drawing from my own building experiences. Admittedly, regrettably, I still have a few 2015 sets unbuilt. I don't want to become the AFOL stereotype of having hordes of boxes of unbuilt sets. These are not yet built because I thought I'd review them and then I never did and then I realized that Jurassic World sets and Quicksilver's Avengers set would never be on store shelves again after their initial run. But I doubt they'd make this list anyway. The list of my favorite sets stars off with General Grievous, who has a fantastic build and looks great on my shelf. That's saying something, because it's hard to be surprising with constraction sets nowadays, and because I like to think I cannibalize my sets pretty quickly after getting them if I'm in a building phase. But until I build a tan Bionicle MOC, Grievous is here to stay. People can argue about the price, but for the satisfaction of a 45 minute build that is quite intense, it's worth it. I also had the pleasure of building the Helicarrier with 55555 thanks to Toa Lhikan Hordika buying it and then we did a livestream to build it. Good times. It's huge, it's iconic, it has a great build. And I didn't pay for it but got to build it anyway; you'll have to ask TLH if it's worth the $350 plus motor pack. (I bet he'll say yes.) The Doctor Who LEGO Ideas is also worthy of a mention. It's got the minifigs, it has the TARDIS interior and exterior, and it's reasonably priced for a licensed set. Unfortunately it doesn't come in numbered baggies for staged building within the instructions, which means you are searching for parts a lot longer than expected. And finally, I can not forget the Millennium Falcon! It's iconic, has a great build, comes with great play features and hosts some great minifigs. I'll be keeping this displayed on my shelf for at least a year before realizing I need grey angled plates for something. These were my favorite. I build some more, but nothing as stand-out like these. I've already got my hands on a ton of 2016 sets however, some of which already look amazing, and some which can be criticized too. Now to find time to build some.... -CF
  14. Dangers of Okoto A Comparative Analysis of the Physiological and Cultural Distinctions Between Various Antagonistic Forces ---------------------------------- An introductory Overview After the initial report on the native sophants of Okoto, the preliminary investigative team discovered evidence of an invading force. Although they could not interfere directly with the situation, they were able to follow the actions of a group of warriors that the Morehu summoned, and furthermore capable of observing the various entities with which they battled, and furthermore had encounters with two individuals who, thankfully, decided against exposing them to the natives--mostly because they themselves were not willing to be exposed. What follows is a recount of the five various species, and their known behaviors: the Skull Spiders, the Lord, the Scorpios, the Eirian, and the Kaukino. Note that the last two names come from the individuals the investigative team spoke with, and are the only members of this list to be confirmed sophants themselves. There is also one last addition to the Morehu report, further detailed at the end of this. Part 1: Skull Spiders The Skull Spiders became a menace to the greater Okoto population after the Lord of Skull Spiders somehow obtained the Golden Mask of the Skull Spiders. Despite their name, Skull Spiders appear to be more closely related to the insect-like lifeformes of Okoto than the anthropod life forms; they only have six limbs, two of which are adapted specifically to lock into the telepathic "ports" of the Morehu and other creatures with similar structures. From what could be determined, the natural use of these limbs is to imbue the victim with a strong urge to protect Skull Spider nests; however, at the time of the investigation, the Lord of Skull Spiders was using the Golden Mask to alter that compulsion into destruction of Masks of power. The natural behavior of Skull Spiders is not clear, again due to the interference of the Lord, but from observation and conversation the swarming behaviors they exercised during the investigation is quite unnatural. Skull Spiders come in four known colors: Red, Green, Silver, and Blue. Red Skull Spiders appear to be the rarest breed, despite having the largest range of location; it is unclear at this time whether they have any unique abilities or are simply powerless mutants. Green Skull Spiders tend to make their home in the south-west regions of Fire and Earth; the signature coloring is given by a sub-dermal chemical which reacts to the presence of life forms, which allows the Skull Spiders to locate potential hosts even through the rock of the Earth region tunnels and the thick smog of the Fire region. Silver Skull Spiders prefer the northern Ice and Water regions, where packets of air in their carapaces lighten their weight to a point where they can move incredibly swiftly. The Blue Skull Spiders, whose coloration is due to the thickness of their shell, dominate the middle range of Okoto; while the ones in the Region of Jungle resemble other Skull Spiders aside from their color, the ones in the Region of Stone have a unique mutation that gives them a pointed, but non-venomous stinger tail. Of particular interest is the Skull Spider's post death usability. The body of a Skull Spider retains the telepathic compulsion that it had in life--anyone foolish enough to wear a Skull Spider as a trophy might very well find themselves with an urge to protect the nest of the creature, even if the creature had no nest. Furthermore, it is apparently possible to 'train' a Skull Spider to give a different set of instructions--indeed, one of the Eirian individuals the team observed had been forcefully put under the control of the Lord through use of a Silver Skull Spider. This alone makes the species incredibly dangerous in the hands of a determined or cunning individual; with the addition of the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders being able to somehow direct them, it is plausible that they were artificially created by some unknown force for just that specific purpose. Thankfully, the summoned warriors were able to remove the Golden Mask from the claws of the Lord, rendering them mere pests.
  15. I wrote this short story as my secret santa gift to Dina Saruyama; in it, a Matoran character (named after but not necessarily based upon her, except the love for dinosaurs) runs into a strange robot in the jungle of Bota-Magna. The robot is in a state of disrepair, and the two discuss the holidays and a few other things. --- BY THE FIRESIDE It’s the holidays again. Just like every year. She’ll be spending them alone. Just like every year. Everyone spends the rest of the year as normal, perfectly content to be alone, perfectly content to be horrible to each other, perfectly content to pretend as if they haven’t already started walking back down the exact same path that they had managed to stray from. But then it’s two weeks before the Reformation anniversary, and suddenly it’s not okay to be alone, it’s not okay to be horrible to each other, it’s not okay to pretend as if they haven’t already started walking back down the exact same path that they had managed to stray from, even though they’re supposedly celebrating the fact that they strayed at all. Forgetting that they should have found new path to walk along instead. It doesn’t matter to her very much anyway; she’s become something of a non-presence ever since the reformation. Well, since before the Reformation if she’s honest with herself, but at least back then everybody was too busy fighting one war after another to even care about who was who. Nowadays with the peace and society long ago back to normal in the twenty-five years it has been, there’s plenty of room and plenty of time for people like her to become outcasts. She hasn’t done anything wrong per se. But her views don’t align neatly with the mindless, shambling horde that most of the former Great Spirit Robot inhabitants have become. On most matters, she disagrees even more with the planet’s natives. Despite Mata-Nui’s best efforts and final wishes, the divide between Spherus-Magnans and her own kind is clear, and it grows by the day. They might be in a time of peace, but it is a messy one. Flimsy, and liable to snap at any moment. She can feel another war looming on the horizon, despite any and all attempts to pretend as if it isn’t so. It’s part of why, when the holidays come, she does not celebrate with everyone else. For them, it is designed to be a time of joy, a time of companionship. They partake in what they claim to be ‘remembering’, but it would be more accurately labelled as ‘forgetting’, what with their grand tales of triumph, and the few quiet moments during the wars in which they felt happy. For her, it is a time of frustration and loneliness. She remembers, more than anyone, what it was like before the Reformation. She can share tales of loss and devastation. Her quiet moments during the wars involve sitting by the side of friends as they died. So when the holidays roll around and the rest of the society jumps up to party with smiles and laughter, she instead withdraws into herself, travelling alone. She tried remaining in the city for the first few years, but found it to be immensely challenging. It is far easier to take on the holidays alone. Every year, she journeys to the Bota-Magna forests and sets up camp in the trees, and studies. She studies the fauna, she studies the insects, she studies the animals, and she studies everything else. Her focus this year (and every year before, and it will be every year to follow) is the dinosaurs. They are gargantuan, many of them the largest land creatures that Spherus-Magna has to offer. Some of them feed only on plants; others only on meat; others still on metal. She hates the metal eaters. They aren’t natural; no living organic creature has ever or will ever require metal to sustain itself unless tampered with. And make no mistake, the dinosaurs she studies – all of them, every single one of them – has been tampered with. It took place long, long ago, millennia upon millennia before the reformation, back before even the shattering, when the once-mythical Great Beings still roamed the planet, experimenting everything they knew and creating everything they saw. The Great Beings modified the dinosaurs. She has not found a single dinosaur across her years of studying them that does not have armored plating growing on top of its skin. Certain dinosaurs have other enhancements, although all of the additions are rather obsolete compared to the Great Beings’ later work. She is thankful for this small blessing; it will make it easier for her to remove the so-called enhancements and return the dinosaurs to their natural state. Still, one small blessing does not stop her from hating the beings that were so self-absorbed and narcissistic to believe themselves as ‘great’. Shaking her head to clear it, she returns to her work, and her studies. --- For two full days, she has fleshed out her studies, venturing further and further into the Bota-Magna forest. She walks among the dinosaurs – the more peaceful plant-eaters, at least – and they are unbothered by her scent, by now familiar with it after all of these years. As she does each year, she ventures forth where she has not ever gone before, slowly crossing the great expanse of trees, taking notes and studying her new surroundings, leaving markers so that she will not lose her way (although if she did, she would not be worried). The afternoon is slowly fading away into evening as the sun sets and the sky is swathed in shades of pink and orange when she makes a new discovery. One of the dinosaurs pokes at a heap of metal with one leg before huffing and stomping away; curiosity gets the better of her and, rather than follow the dinosaur, she instead slips through the trees towards the heap of metal. When she is finally standing over it, she realizes that it is not merely some pile of junk, but rather a humanoid robot; albeit it in great disrepair. It is clad in armor of gunmetal gray, highlighted by bright red. Its mask is the vibrant red, although the eyes are dark and lifeless, and there is a scar running through its left eye. As her eyes trail across the rest of the robot, she takes in the damage. Its left arm hangs loosely, there is a small crater in its chest, and armor is clearly missing from every other limb. The shredded pieces of what she can only guess to be some sort of projectile launcher are embedded in its right shoulder, the attachment for the missing launcher sparking ever few seconds. Wires are visible all over the body, and rust eats at the edges of every armor piece. She recognizes this robotic body; the name flickers in the back of her mind. Maxilos. Yes, that is its name. She remembers tyrants using many of them as personal guards when they ruled in the Coliseum of Metru-Nui, and later the Order of Mata-Nui using legions of the mindless robots to enforce their own rule across the universe before the Destiny War. She remembers fighting against them, destroying them. She remembers being assigned to re-program them during the Destiny War, and succeeding; how the robots had helped to tip the scales in favor of those fighting for freedom, and how they had held the last lines of defence so that they could emerge victorious during the Reformation War. She also remembers every single one of them later being melted down, having been declared unreliable. So what is one doing all the way out here, fifty-seven years later? --- She drags what is left of the robot to her campsite and sits it up against a tree across the campfire from her tent. She leaves it be as she builds up the fire, adding logs to keep the flames going as night falls and the air grows chilly. She has just finished building a very rough spit to cook her evening meal and sat down to rest when the robot shudders, activating on its own and turning to look at her, bright blue eyes gleaming in the night. In a flash, she has her disk launcher loaded with a fragmentation disk and aimed directly at the Maxilos unit; it does not react. The fire crackles. They stare at each other for a full minute before the robot’s mouth opens and it speaks, its mechanical voice sounding far more human – and far more tired – than it should. “Where are we?” She glares at it suspiciously, but answers its question nonetheless, her voice sharp and cutting. “Bota-Magna.” The Maxilos unit slowly nods, turning to gaze into the fire, sighing (she ignores this; it must be her imagination, for robots do not sigh). After a long moment, it speaks again. “…what year is it?” She ignores how weak and tired it sounds, but once again gives it the answer it is looking for. “Twenty-five years since the Reformation.” It nods again. “Good… at least I know that system is functioning,” it says, sounding, for all intents and purposes, like a Matoran itself. “You may lower your weapon… rest assured that I will not harm you. Even if I wished to do so, well, I think my current state speaks for itself.” She lowers the disk launcher, but keeps a wary eye on the Maxilos unit as she does so. “You don’t sound like a Maxilos unit.” “I should hope not,” the robot replies, chuckling softly. “I thought they were all melted down,” she continues. The robot glances up at her before responding, “they were; all of the others have been gone for… what did you say? Twenty-five years, give or take. I am the only one left.” “You’re autonomous. You shouldn’t be.” “You’re right,” the robot says, nodding along before looking at her expectantly. “What might that mean?” “Either you’ve somehow become self-aware, or you’re not a Maxilos.” The robot chuckles again. “Believe it or not, both are correct. This Maxilos unit did become self-aware; about fifty-seven years ago for you, thanks to the influence of a Ba-Matoran named Quisoves. Of course, its AI is long gone now; the body remains, but the AI reached its natural point of decay nearly two centuries ago.” “Two centuries ago? I thought you said it became self-aware only fifty-seven years ago.” “Fifty-seven years for you,” the robot corrects. “For me, that date was nearly four hundred years ago, give or take. It becomes hard to keep track of time when you travel through dimensions as I have.” “You’re not making any sense,” she says, scowling. “I do not expect you to understand,” the robot says, sounding regretful. “But to finish answering the question you have not asked… yes, I am not a Maxilos. Once, I was a Matoran rather like you; a Ba-Matoran, actually, although not the one that made this unit self-aware. I was dying, but… well, I am rather smart. I found a way to insert my ‘soul’, so to speak, inside this machine instead; and in here I have remained, ever since.” “You cheated death.” “Yes.” “Was it worth it?” The robot shrugs. “Is anything worth it? The moment you begin living, each step you take is one step closer to dying. At the end of the day, one begins to wonder whether there is a point to anything at all.” “You’re avoiding the question,” she notes. “I am,” the Maxilos replies, tilting its head in acknowledgement. “Perhaps it was worth it. Who knows? The mission I took part in may have failed if I had not transferred my soul into this machine. So maybe it was worth it, in a way. But to me… I would wager that it was not worth it, no. Most days that I am awake and aware, I find myself regretting more than accepting.” “Why did you do it?” she asks. “Why not just allow yourself to pass on?” “I was afraid,” the robot says, so quietly that she struggles to hear it. “Afraid of death, of the blankness and the void that would follow. I may regret many things, but if there is one thing I do know, it is how to survive. How to avoid death, to forestall it and delay it. I still fear it, to be truthful with you; but I have come to accept that I cannot flee from it for much longer.” Silence falls between them for several minutes as she ponders the robot’s words and the robot stares blankly into the fire. She wraps some dough around a bit of meat and sticks it onto the spit, slowly turning it over the flames. The edges slowly begin to darken as it cooks; she sprinkles a few spices over top of it, and the smell wafts into the air. Once it is finished, she grabs a pair of tongs and pries her meal off of the spit, touching it to her palm and absorbing all of the nutrients until all that remains is a husk. She shakes the tongs and the husk vanishes into dust that blows away with the breeze. Setting two more logs upon the fire, she turns her gaze upon the robot again to find it watching her with something akin to curiosity in its eyes. “What?” she asks. “I was simply wondering why you might be all the way out in the forests of Bota-Magna at this time of year, all alone,” it replies. “It is the holidays, is it not? The anniversary of the Reformation?” She cannot stop the frown from appearing on her face. “It is.” “You do not celebrate it like everyone else?” The frown turns into a scowl. “Do you?” The Maxilos unit shakes it head, looking away into the darkness outside of the campsite. “No. I remember what the Reformation War was like, and the Destiny War, and even the Uprising War before that, as well as my experiences travelling outside of this universe. The celebrations… they merely remind me that society is once again blind to its faults. They refuse to see, acknowledge, or accept that they have set themselves back upon the same path that led to those wars in the first place.” She nods mutely, some of the robot’s words ringing ominously in her ears. “Besides all of that,” the robot continues, sagging slightly, “my friends and I were too weary to play much of a role in those latter two wars. We played our part in the Uprising War, but nobody remembers that.” I do, she thinks, but she does not share it out loud. “Who are you?” she asks instead, hoping to turn the conversation away from the wars. “Someone far beyond their years,” the robot replies, waving the question away. “Who are you?” “Someone alone,” she answers, “who recognizes the faults of society and is powerless to help it.” The Maxilos unit nods as if in understanding; perhaps, she reasons, it does. “So you avoid the celebrations. What do you do instead?” “I study the dinosaurs,” she says, her mood growing bitter again. “I want to fix them.” “Fix them?” “The Great Beings ruined them. They’re unnatural now; armor plating where they should have feathers, some feeding on machines and energy instead of meat and plantlife,” she snaps. “I want to fix them someday, turn them back to how they should be.” The robot nods again. “Your quest is admirable.” She cannot help but gaze at the robot with disbelief; the robot chuckles. “It is true,” it says. “You have clearly dedicated yourself to what many would call a hopeless and insurmountable task. You seek to return something to how it should be, rather than obliviously leave it be, and I respect that. In fact… if you would allow me to, I believe I might be able to help you.” “I… don’t understand,” she replies, shaking her head. “You… agree with me? Most people don’t.” “I am not most people,” the robot responds, sighing forlornly. “More than most, I understand what it means - what it is like - to be alone. I know that it is freeing. I know that it is also a burden, one not often willingly undertaken.” “Perhaps I want to be alone,” she says. The fire pops and crackles. “Do you?” the robot asks. “It is the holidays, after all. A time meant for gathering with friends and others close to you. You spend them alone every single year, or so it would seem. Is it because you want to, or because you have to?” The silence stretches for a long moment before she finally answers, “a little bit of both.” “If it helps… I do have information - and some leads - that might help to speed up the pace of your project. Allow for progress you might not otherwise make,” the robot continues, holding out its hand. “Look at this.” She watches as a blue hologram flickers into view, hovering a few inches above the robot’s palm. It is a sphere, one she recognizes as Spherus-Magna. A red dot blinks somewhere in the northern hemisphere of the planet; as she watches, the hologram zooms in towards the marked location. “During my travels, I came across a Great Being, one who was turned insane after coming into contact with the Mask of Life,” the robot says, its voice barely a whisper. “He was imprisoned, and wished to escape his bonds; I helped him to do so, and in return he offered me this. A map of the entire planet, one that would help me to track down others.” “Others?” “Other Great Beings,” the Maxilos unit clarified. “He claimed that most had fled the planet long ago, or simply died; but there is one who grew to hate what they had become and what they had done. A Great Being that might be sympathetic to your cause, and be… persuaded to help you.” “I will not deal with Great Beings,” she snaps. “And how exactly do you plan to return the dinosaurs of Bota-Magna to their proper, natural state without them?” She frowns. “I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’ll find a way.” “I’m saying that you don’t need to, not necessarily,” the robot replies. “If we can find this Great Being, and he agrees to help us, your task might be completed sooner than you had imagined. But I am sure that, should you decide against accepting his help, he would value that decision.” She scowls at the fire. “And maybe I simply don’t want to fix the problem. Each year, it gives me something to do, an excuse to escape the celebrations of a war that would be better off forgotten entirely rather than half-remembered. If I solve the problem, what am I supposed to do then?” “Find another problem, of course,” the robot says quietly. “It is what I do. It’s what all of my friends do as well, or so I hear. There are many projects of the Great Beings active on this planet, some more harmful than they are good; they could keep you busy for many years.” The fire crackles. She closes her eyes and sighs. “Fine. Let’s find this Great Being. But I reserve the right to refuse any help he offers… as well as the right to kick him for every wrong he has done to this planet.” “Of course.” “One more thing, then, before I retire for the evening,” she says. “If I am going to be travelling with you, I want to know your name.” The Maxilos unit turns its gaze to her. The hologram in its palm flickers away; somehow, its bright blue eyes look lost and alone. “You can call me Tex.” She holds out her hand; the robot shakes it. “Well, Tex, it is nice to meet you. You can call me Dina.” If it was possible for a Maxilos unit to smile, the robot was now doing just that. “It is nice to meet you as well, Dina. I look forward to the adventure that awaits us.” The robot sits back against the tree, closing its eyes. It becomes still and silent, shifting into some sort of sleep mode. She remains by the fireside, gazing into the flickering flames. The crackling of the fire is calming, and soothing; she waits until it has burned out and the night is dark and silent before retiring to her tent. She sleeps soundly for the first time in years, and it is good. End.
  16. being honest, I never liked titans 2004, but found that the design of the movie pretty well personified sets that year. such nostalgia, was the inpiracion for this version of Krekka that closely adheres to the concept of the movie. based armed with bionicle parts, but for better aesthetics decided to use parts system,the figure also has a system to display the disk launcher. well ... respect to color scheme, I had considered using dark blue instead of dark green, but that would eliminate the chance of using masks Hordika Vakama.
  17. Hi, I am looking to finally complete my 2015 collectibles. Does anyone have in their possession the Trans-Dark Blue Mask of Water and are willing to sell it or perhaps trade it for a reasonable price? i have some things for trade if you are looking for just trades thanks edit: one item i have for trade is a sand tarakava replica if anyone is interested
  18. I don't know how close this runs to being against guidelines, but as long as everyone else is cool with their comments, I think it should work out. OK: so the protectors went to the Temple of Time, and presumably using the Mask of Time or something, send their "prayers to the heavens". G2's protectors "prayer" could be a few things: 1) Just a euphemism- maybe it's just their hopes their sending to the heavens -- "prayers" just being a symbol of that? 2) There's someone up there! That lightning-bolt/laser that shot into space may have been carrying a message- perhaps another as-of-yet unknown character who organized the Toa and shot them to Okoto. A G2 equivalent of a Great Being, or GSR perhaps? 3) The communication was to the Toa themselves, to come and save Okoto- Which of course begs the question of where they were in space to begin with- and were they conscious enough to get it? Thus, was coming to Okoto a conscious decision the Toa made, or was it another unconscious-in-the-canister-and-it-just-got-launched-automatically scenario? And, if conscious, what were they doing on the world(s) they came from? Geez, just one line in an internet cartoon gives ya a lot to think about, huh?
  19. Ah, yes, the Ancient City. Besides having the most creative name in the Bionicle mythos since the Golden Armour, we've seen a lot of hints about what the Ancient City once was, but we haven't exactly delved into the culture and what not. So, with all of the hints of an arena, the reverence of the Mask Makers, the importance of the Protectors, the geographic positioning of the city and the presence of the Temple of Time, I will ask the question: What was going on in there? I'll start us off here with the possible hierarchy of the city itself. It might be possible that the tribes that we see depicted in the animations stood standing even in the City's heyday, especially considering that there's a structure surrounding the shrine of the Golden Mask of Fire. My theory is that the Ancient City is kinda like the Whiterun's Skyforge. It's a source of elemental power that is ideal for maskmaking. Ekimu and Makuta had noticed the presence of this elementally potent forge, so they built their forge around this. This maskmaking hotspot had turned the Ancient City into a city for Okoto's greatest artisans; architects, stonemasons, blacksmiths and most importantly, the revered maskmakers. This city was relatively isolated from the rest of Okoto and the longer and longer that the inhabitants lived in the Ancient City, the more the city's culture would develop and expand from the tribal and agrarian attitude of the rest of the Okotian tribes. So... it's Rapture.
  20. Flickr | DeviantArt Back in August I doodled a quick sketch of Korgot, Protector of Earth while at family camp in West Virginia. Once I got back home I decided to redraw it with the actual set on hand for reference, and a couple days ago (after fixing some errors I saw with the proportions of her shoulder armor) I finally finished inking it. I tried to adhere to the same style as my previous drawing of Gali, Master of Water The Protector of Earth set is John Ho's design, but Ryder Windham, the author of the chapter book "Island of Lost Masks", helped popularize the character by deciding that the current Protector of Earth, Korgot, should be female. I tried to reflect that in this drawing without deviating from the set's distinctive muscular proportions. I think it's very cool that Bionicle characters' gender is no longer strictly tied to their element like it was in the theme's first generation, that one of the most powerful-looking Protectors is a woman, and that a character as strong and wise as Onua, Master of Earth, has a female mentor.
  21. Hello there! Well, It has been a while since I last drew some Bionicle... Then one day I got the Idea.... ......KORGOT! Full body, colored sketch on paper of my alternative storyline's Korgot, protectress of Earth. Her humanized face is still the same as the doodle I did a while ago... the exterior armor is a bit changed, with some parts left unaltered (like the drill bomber and the shoulder armor). Dual machineguns and mask got revised, as well as the bottom clothing and grotesque boots. I just wanted her to be a little bit.... dirtier. I mean, guns, body-in-suit truly exposed.... everything. Also, I got the Idea while listening to "Grendel - Dirty"! Grendel (not the beowulf monster, the artist) has become another of my favorite electro-aggrotech artists, and his cyber-goth songs fit pretty well in the cyberpunk-dark-dystopian atmosphere of Bionicle:Reborn.... Just check out "New flesh" and "Harsh generation"! They're both sick! Well, even if it's just a sketch.... enjOI! :3 Original: DeviantArt
  22. Did ya miss me? Which Toa's Which? A BIONICLE comedy by Me! Part 1 of the Lewa# Studios Holiday Series 2015-2016 It was another ordinary day in the Nuva Inn. Lewa was relaxing in his Manager's Suite while pretending to be doing work, Onua was breaking the fourth wall repeatedly, Pohatu was being dumb, Tahu was lighting the kitchen on fire, Takanuva was repairing said kitchen, Kopaka was janitating the hotel by himself, Gali was splitting into two people again, and Tava (the resident Toa of Pie) was amusing himself by spawning a pie waterfall ("pie-terfall?") into his mouth. Yep, like I said. Another ordinary day. "Hey everyone," said Gali1, walking in from the pool room. "I'm not Everyone! My name's Some Guy! It's like you can't tell one Po-Matoran from another," complained the Po-Matoran named Some Guy, who was standing in the lobby. He walked off in a huff. With a , Gali1 stared after him. Onua looked up from his computer. "Oh, hi Gali1. Yeah, Some Guy's been staying here all week. He's...a little sensitive." "A little?" echoed Gali1. Just then, Lewa's special edition solid gold Manager's Elevator dinged, and the Toa of Air emerged. "Emergency meeting in the computer room, guys! Quick! It's super-urgent!" Knowing Lewa, Gali1 was sure it was nowhere near as urgent as he was making it sound. But, after all, she had nothing better to do, and she was curious. "Fine, let's go," she agreed. "We have a computer room?" asked Onua. Lewa paused for a moment. "TAKANUVA!!" he called out. Five seconds later, the Toa of Light zapped the side of the 285th story, creating a computer room instantly. "See? Now we do." A few minutes later, all the Toa Nuva (plus Takanuva) (and Tava) had gone into the newly-created computer room. "Right," said Lewa as he started up the computer, "now that we're all here, I--hang on, we're missing someone!" The assembled Toa looked around, but didn't notice anyone in particular missing. "Gali1, where's your other half?" "Oh. She's out shopping, actually." "SHE BETTER NOT BE SPENDING ANY OF MY HARD-EARNED MONEY, YOU LITERALLY SPLIT-PERSONALITY TOA OF--" "No, she's using her own money. Don't make me drench you in water..." The manager huffed. "I hate water. Fine, we'll start without her.” Then, the Toa of Air looked over at where Takanuva and Tava were standing. “Hey, what are you two doing here?” Takanuva just shrugged, momentarily ignoring Tava, who was apparently trying to figure out how to bake a computer into a pie. “You said there was an emergency meeting, remember?” “Toa Nuva only.” “Wait, but you never sai--” Takanuva couldn’t finish his sentence because Lewa lifted his air katana and summoned a tornado that lifted both Toa of Light and Toa of Pie into the air and out the window. “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo…” “Ah.” added Kopaka unnecessarily. Gali1 stared after the two recently-defenestrated Toa for several moments before looking back at Lewa. “Well, that happened,” she observed. “Why did you want them to leave?” “Because this doesn’t involve them, that’s why! Anyway, look at this.” Lewa did something on the computer for several moments before bringing up the BIONICLE website. “Uhh, are you sure this isn’t going to destroy the space-time continuum or something?” asked Onua nervously. “I feel like this has to defy some law of logic.” “ “ Lewa emoticonned. “Stop ruining my big meeting! Look at this!” Everyone crowded around the computer screen, which was now displaying an image of the six 2015 versions of the assembled Toa. “Oooh,” said the Po-Matoran. “Will you get out of here!?” demanded Lewa, annoyed, as he sent Everyone the Po-Matoran out the window to join Takanuva and Tava. “That’s better. Check it out!” “Hey, that was my Halloween costume last year!” exclaimed Tahu with a . Gali1 thought about this for a moment. “That’s it! Lewa, you’re a genius!” “But I haven’t even told you my idea yet…” said Lewa. “Don’t have to. I’ve got it! We’ll all go as our 2015 versions for Halloween!” “Oh, is it Halloween already?” asked a very confused Pohatu. Regular Pohatu stared at the very confused Pohatu. “Where’d he come from?” Annoyed, Lewa just blew the very confused Pohatu out the window to join the cluster of random characters, leaving regular Pohatu behind. “Enough! My idea is--” “--a great one!” put in Tahu. “Except I already did that last year.” “I’m not talking about the Halloween thing, I’m talking about my idea, which I haven’t even had a chance to tell you! This has nothing to do with--” “--dressing up as ourselves,” Onua agreed, thinking he knew what Lewa had in mind. “Instead, we’ll confuse everyone by going as a different 2015 set version! For example, I might go as Lewa, and Lewa might go as Gali.” “I’m not dressing up as a girl!” At a glare from Gali, Lewa added, “Uhh...I mean…” “We can’t do that anyway because I just told you,” Onua explained. “We’ll dress up as different Toa.” “Sounds great, Onua!” said Gali. “Are we all agreed?” Kopaka shrugged. “Yes,” he said with his customary coldness. (pun not inten--oh, who am I kidding that was totally intentional) “!!oooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN” said Takanuva suddenly, inexplicably flying backwards through the window, which sealed itself up behind him. “So, what did I miss?” The rest of the Toa just shook their heads and sighed. This wasn’t the weirdest thing that had ever happened at the Nuva Inn. “Okay, are we all ready to go?” asked a Toa dressed in a 2015 Gali costume. “Ha, ha, you’re dressed like a girl!” teased someone dressed up like 2015 Kopaka. “ ” “How’s that funny? She always dresses like a girl because she is one,” said a 2015-Tahu-costumed Toa. “But Gali can’t be dressed up like Gali, that would defeat the purpose! It’s too easy to guess!” argued 2015 Kopaka. “Exactly,” 2015 Lewa pointed out. “Nobody WOULD guess that.” “Wait...so it’s actually the hardest to guess!” “No, I’m not actually Gali, that would just be dumb.” “Aww…” “Now remember,” continued the Toa dressed up like Gali, “it’s ‘trick-or-treat.’ NOT ‘burn-or-stuff,’ this means you, whichever one of you is Tahu!” “I’m Tahu!” said 2015 Tahu. “No you’re not,” said 2015 Gali, “you’re wearing a Tahu costume. That’s not the same thing.” “Yes it is…?” said 2015 Tahu, confused. The elevator dinged, and out popped someone wearing a 2015 Pohatu costume. “Okay, let’s go!” “You’re late,” observed 2015 Onua. “No I’m not; you’re all early.” The others groaned. “Whatever,” 2015 Onua said, “let’s just go.” The six costumed Toa opened the doors, greeted with the chilly air of a Metru Nui fall. As usual, the Le-Metru chutes were all dyed orange, and orange-colored Le-Matoran wandered about. New this year were transports painted to look like Fikou spiders, which shot through the tubes and gave the illusion of actual spiders moving about. “Huh. Beats Onu-Metru’s attempt at Fikou decorations,” observed 2015 Gali. “Except they weren’t even decorations…” “So, where should we go today?” asked 2015 Kopaka. “Let’s stay here. There’s plenty of huts in Le-Metru to visit,” said 2015 Pohatu. “But the chutes can take us anywhere!” protested 2015 Onua. “Don’t you want to explore the rest of the island? See what the other Metrus did for Halloween?” “No,” said 2015 Kopaka. Everyone looked around expectantly for a few moments. “It is weird hearing you say that.. I’m not used to leaving Takanuva behind,” observed 2015 Gali. "He says 'No.'" “I’m not the real Kopaka, anyway. Didn’t we discuss this earlier?” “ ” emoticonned 2015 Tahu. “YOU’RE NOT? MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!!” They then proceeded to faint. The remaining still-conscious Toa were interrupted by an orange Le-Matoran running up to them. “Toa Lewa, Toa Lewa,” the Matoran said, addressing the Toa wearing the Lewa costume, “we quick-need your help! Tamaru-coward got stuck on the Moto-Hub top-roof and he can’t jump-come down! “I don’t like heights.” “What are you say-talking? You’re Toa Lewa! Come on, we need you!” The Matoran dragged 2015 Lewa away, over the costumed Toa’s protests. “Okay, which of you is the real Lewa?” asked 2015 Gali. “This is no time for jokes--Tamaru needs you to help!” After an awkward silence, 2015 Gali amended, “Fine. Whoever speaks next gets volunteered to rescue them.” 2015 Onua opened their mouth. “Well, the Moto-Hub isn’t far, we could--” “Great, thanks Lewa. Go rescue whoever’s dressed as you.” “But I’m not Lewa!” The other Toa, fed up by the real Lewa’s laziness and generally annoying personality by this point, just shoved them out of the circle. “Get out there and save them, and Tamaru!” Conveniently, Turaga Matau chose that exact moment to drive by in a transport that looked like it had been cobbled together from several Vahki, some chute pieces (obvious as they were bright orange), and an assortment of Turaga staffs. “Incoming!!” called the Turaga as he barreled into 2015 Onua, carrying them away. “Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” “MATAU, WE’RE GETTING FAR TOO OLd for this…” Turaga Nokama yelled as the transport flew out of sight. The orange Le-Matoran pointed to the very top of the Moto-Hub, where a tiny speck that may or may not have been Tamaru could be seen clinging to a spire for dear life. “Up there, see him? Just fly up there and bring him down.” 2015 Lewa shook their head nervously. “I don’t like heights,” they repeated. “Can’t you send a transport?” The Le-Matoran shrugged. “You’re closer. Besides, I want to see the great Toa Lewa in action!” The costumed Toa sighed. “So…” they asked, stalling for time, “how’d he get up there in the first place?” “He was trying to repair the chutes. Long story, but it involves those Fikou-shaped transports, duct tape, and a blue potato. Earlier today, Tamaru was working on the chutes when he spotted a crack…” “Hmm,” muttered the Toa, not really paying attention to the story. “I guess there’s nothing better to do. Let’s climb.” While the Matoran was distracted by his story, 2015 Lewa entered the building and started climbing the stairs, hoping there was an entrance to the roof somewhere. “...and the potatoes fell out of the transport and filled the entire chute, which by the way taught us that blue and orange really don’t mix well, but what Tamaru didn’t know was that someone had been riding on the same transport earlier that day, which explained the earlier crack, but there were so many potatoes...hey, where’d you go?” Back with the remaining four Toa, they were all discussing what to do next when an announcement blared over a randomly appeared speaker system. “Attention citizens of Metru Nui: Turaga Dume’s 2nd Annual Costume Contest is about to begin! Please assemble at the Colosseum. KTHXBAI.” “‘KTHXBAI?’” echoed the assembled Toa. “ “ “Please tell me he’s not trying to act ‘hip,’” groaned 2015 Kopaka. “We get enough of that from Matau.” “Well, at least this makes up our minds,” 2015 Gali pointed out. “Let’s go to the Colosseum! Anybody mind carrying 2015 Tahu for us?” Back at the Moto-Hub, 2015 Lewa had just finished climbing the seemingly-endless set of stairs, where they found a simple door leading out onto the roof. “Convenient.” They opened the door and crossed over to the spire where Tamaru was. “Matoran? There’s a door. Just walk down the stairs.” They indicated the door, which had just swung shut. Tamaru, still obviously frightened, shook his head. “It locks from the other side. Can’t you just fly me down?” “No.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” 2015 Lewa looked up to see someone wearing a 2015 Onua costume, clinging for dear life to Turaga Matau’s makeshift vehicle. The vehicle executed a loop, dropping the costumed Toa onto the roof. “Ouch. Where am I?” “Toa Onua! Oh, this is good, two Toa to quick-save me!” said Tamaru. “Though I didn’t think you were fond of heights….” “I’m not Onua,” said 2015 Onua. “Matau, get back here!” “Next stop, silly old-geezer Dume,” Turaga Matau called out. “We’re almost as old as he is, you moron!” Nokama pointed out. “GET ME OFF THIS CRazy thing…” For several seconds, 2015 Lewa and 2015 Onua stared after the errant Turaga. “Right, okay, so how do we get him down?” “You fly me down, of course, Toa-Hero!” 2015 Lewa sighed. This was going to be unfortunate. The three conscious Toa walked into the Colosseum, with 2015 Kopaka carrying an unconscious 2015 Tahu over their shoulder. “Ah, good, the Toa have arrived,” said Turaga Dume, wearing his usual Kanohi Puhmpka (the Great Mask of Pumpkin Heads). “Let the contest begin!” “Wait,” said Hahli, “what’s wrong with Tahu? Quick, someone heal him!” She looked at 2015 Gali. “Toa Gali, can’t you do something?” 2015 Gali looked back and forth between 2015 Pohatu and 2015 Kopaka. “Are either of you Gali?” they asked. “What? No, that’s you!” said Hahli. “Are you sure you’re all right? Come on, bring Tahu and let’s heal him, quick! Also, where’s your costume?” Over the costumed Toa’s protests, Hahli dragged 2015 Gali away into the nearby Healing Hut, followed by the still-unconscious 2015 Tahu dragged behind them. 2015 Pohatu and 2015 Kopaka stared at each other. “Well, this is awkward,” they said simultaneously. “By the way, you’re both disqualified for not wearing a costume,” Dume announced. “Well, this is more awkward,” the two Toa said again. Before they could explain the costume situation, Matau’s transport suddenly shot down out of the sky, toward the Coliseum box where Dume was standing. “HEY OLDY, LOOK-CHECK US OUT!” the Turaga of Le-Metru called. “YAHOO!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~!” shouted Nokama as the vehicle took a nosedive, missed Dume’s box entirely, and plunged at full speed straight into the ground. There was silence for several moments as the dust cleared. Once it had, everyone assembled could see a huge pile of rubble with bits and pieces of the vehicle sticking out of it. “Well, this is even more awkward.” “We’re fine, we’re okay, a little quick-stuck though…” Matau could be heard saying from inside. “Easy for you to say, I’m grounding you!” said Turaga Nokama. “We’re never doing this again!” “Wait-stop, you can’t ground me! Next one will be better!” “That’s what you said last time!” “And I was right! At least this time we’re here-still in Metru Nui!” “Still wondering how we crashed on the Southern Continent last time, by the way…” muttered the Turaga of Water. While the two Turaga continued to bicker, Turaga Dume gazed at the rubble. “I hate to ask you this, but as you’re both disqualified from the contest anyway...Pohatu, Kopaka, could you freeze/kick away those boulders for me?” “Uhh…” “Hey, wait a second, that’s it!” exclaimed 2015 Onua, still atop the Moto-Hub. “Quick, help me make a sign.” “A what, now?” asked 2015 Lewa, but they did as asked and started pulling up a piece of the roof to use as a signboard. 2015 Onua then started drawing on said roof-piece with a conveniently placed magic marker. “You see,” they said, “we still have three Toa who can help out. Well, two-and-a-half, really.” “Two-and-a-half Toa? Sounds like a good name for a parody comedy…” muttered 2015 Lewa. Finally, the other Toa had finished, and tied the sign to a spire, standing it up so that everyone could see it. 2015 Onua then pulled out two megaphones from their Toa-Pocket and handed one to 2015 Lewa. “Follow my lead,” they said, before reading the sign aloud. “Uhh, Toa-Heroes?” asked a terrified Tamaru. “Can we get this over with? Wouldn’t flying me down just be easier?” “Trust me, I’m not really...just, healing isn’t my thing,” said 2015 Gali. “Nonsense! You’re the Toa of Water! Though your voice does sound a bit deep...you must have laryngitis!” 2015 Gali slapped their forehead. “Or I’m not really Gali, I’m just wearing a Gali costume.” “That’s the stupidest explanation I ever heard. Come on, just summon some water and heal him!” “Um, that probably isn’t a good idea…” “You’re nervous?” asked Hahli. “Must be the laryngitis talking. Don’t worry, I’ll just do it myself! We have Element Extraction Entities for this sort of thing.” Over 2015 Gali’s increasingly worried protests, the Ga-Matoran withdrew a Rahi shaped like a teapot with a trumpet for a head. “I call it an EEE for short. Okay, EEE, do your stuff!” She threw the EEE at 2015 Gali. “Wait! No! Get it off me, I’m not Gali!” protested the costumed Toa. The Rahi latched its trumpet-head onto the Toa’s face and started to absorb elemental energy. Hahli pointed to the unconscious Toa, instructing the EEE to release the energy in their direction. At the very same moment the EEE started to release, 2015 Tahu sat up, rubbing their head and looking around in confusion. The EEE turned, followed Hahli’s gesture to spot the Toa in the Tahu costume, and immediately jumped toward their face. Just as the Rahi latched on, 2015 Tahu stood up and put their hands up, making the EEE stick to their hand instead. The Rahi unleashed a torrent of elemental energy that proceeded to bury Hahli, 2015 Gali, the Healing Hut, a good chunk of the Colosseum, and the entire lower half of 2015 Tahu in earth. 2015 Gali sighed. “Well, that happened. Why is it always me, anyway?” Tava, Takanuva, and Gali2 came running to the Moto-Hub as soon as they could. “'Early Black Friday sale!?!?!?!?!?'” exclaimed Gali2 happily. “Roof of the Moto-Hub? Count me in!” “'Never-before-discovered Pie flavor on the Moto-Hub!' Let’s go!” said Tava, running beside her. “'Find a Better Job than Lewa’s Giving You (because he’s a greedy and terrible boss), One Time Only On The Moto-Hub Roof?' I’m definitely there!” said Takanuva excitedly. The moment they dashed through the door at the top of the stairs, they heard 2015 Lewa shout, “Stop.” Surprised, they immediately skidded to a halt, crashing into one another and falling into a pile in the doorway. 2015 Lewa put their megaphone down and crossed over to the door, holding it open. “Come on, Tamaru, let’s go downstairs.” The Le-Matoran, surprisingly, shook his head. “Oh, what now?” “I want to see you fly me down; I’ve never seen the great Toa Lewa in action before! Look, there’s a whole crowd!” Both costumed Toa peered over the edge of the roof to see that there was indeed a crowd of orange-dyed Le-Matoran clustered below. “It’ll be cool!” “Tava,” said 2015 Onua suddenly, “you know what? I bet all those Matoran down there have never seen one of your famous Trampoline Pies. You should go down there and make an extra-big one for them!” “No,” said Takanuva, shaking his head firmly. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” screamed 2015 Lewa. “Where’s my promised sale?” asked Gali2, looking around. Tava, for his part, extricated himself and ran down the stairs, summoning a Trampoline Pie along the way using his Toa powers. “Hey guys, check this out!” the Toa of Pie called to the assembled Matoran. 2015 Lewa wiped his forehead. “Finally…” they muttered. “Come on, Tamaru, let’s go!” “Awesome-cool!” said the Le-Matoran, climbing onto 2015 Lewa’s back. The costumed Toa steeled himself, then ironed himself, then bronzed himself, then coppered himself, then ran through the rest of the metals he knew about before finally taking a running start and leaping off of the building. They hit the Trampoline Pie and bounced...and kept going...way higher than expected. Tava looked at his Toa tool sheepishly. “Oops, I think I accidentally made that one extra-strength...sorry!” He then proceeded to sprout wool and start baaing due to his sheepishness. “We have to go after him!” said 2015 Onua, jumping onto the Trampoline Pie and following 2015 Lewa’s accidental flight. Gali2 and Takanuva looked at each other and shrugged. “Fancy going after them?” Gali2 asked him. “No.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” shouted 2015 Lewa as they plummeted into the now dirt-filled Colosseum. “Oof.” “Hey, Lewa,” said 2015 Tahu, buried up to their waist in dirt. “We’ve been having some...issues. Oh! You got Tamaru down!” “MMmmmmmppphhh.” 2015 Lewa’s face was buried in the dirt. “At least that dirt inexplicably got rid of the rocks,” said 2015 Pohatu, looking up at where Turaga Matau’s vehicle had somehow been instantly repaired and was now hovering over the Colosseum, Matau still arguing with Nokama inside it. “Where’s 2015 Gali, by the way?” “Down there somewhere,” said 2015 Tahu, shrugging. “She’ll be fine.” “We’ve been over this, Gali isn’t dressed as herself!” said an annoyed 2015 Kopaka. “Hey, what’s that?” They all looked up to see 2015 Onua plunge into the dirt beside them. “Hi everyone,” said the newest arrival, costume mask askew. The dirt shifted, and 2015 Gali stuck their head out of it. “Sorry about that. Here’s Hahli, by the way.” They reached down and lifted the Ga-Matoran out of the dirt, placing her next to the assembled Toa. Next to them, the dirt having brought them to the level of the Colosseum box, Dume was looking from one Toa to another so fast they all thought his pumpkin head would fly off. “How--what just--I don’t--Halloween is--costumes--you know what, I’m not even going to try,” he said finally. “Why do I bother?” A certain green Dark Hunter immediately flew in, bonking Dume over the head for stealing his line. The Toa all looked at the sight, then at each other, and started laughing for several minutes. Then, 2015 Gali stopped. “Why are we laughing?” they asked. THE END Skritch the Word Counting Fikou: This comedy has 3,585 words. ~Happy Halloween from Lewa# Studios! Lewa0111 Nuva (P.S. Try to guess who's who!)
  23. So I've just watched the episode 18 here: I'm going straigh to the point, I'd like to know your thoughts about it. My personal point of view is that this is just awful. Why? Well, there is a huge gap from what LEGO made with the franchise 14 years ago and what it is now. But I truly think this is exploiting. Not that they werent doing that since the start, but the storytelling quality here is definitely poor, and that dont just justify the target audience, 6-14 deserves better.
  24. Hello there! I just finished another artwork for Bionicle:Reborn, featuring all six humanized, armorless Toas. And I tried with a new, darker style... http://i.imgur.com/MOTkF8Z.png When Good and Evil vanished, the world died. When the world died, one dominated it all. When one dominated it all, he took away our future All hope is lost, in the darkest of times. But it's in the darkest of times, when six warriors shine The Trinity calls them, "The Chosen Ones" from Left to Right: GALI, TAHU, LEWA, ONUA , POHATU, KOPAKA And yes, Bionicle:Reborn is set in a distant, dystopian future, in a militarised version of Okoto (dictatorship). So it will involve adult themes like corruption, vengeance, conspiracy... and a virus! Original link: http://ilresanmto.deviantart.com/art/Bionicle-Reborn-The-Chosen-Ones-566507824 I still don't know if I'll participate to the netflix contest or not... I really hope to make something decent! Please let me know what you think! ;D Ps: I made this while listening to "Combichrist - Throat full of Glass"... hmm, it fits! ;D Edit: Please link to images over 750 kB! -Wind-
  25. Sign up to be eligible for a Legend of Zelda: Tri Force Heroes demo code! Welcome to Okoto! Here on Okoto, we (and that means everyone!) are obsessed with collecting constructible action figures called ‘Lego Bionicle’ from another universe! How do we do this, you ask? It’s simple, really! We discovered an ancient portal device deep within the Temple of Time a few years back, and ever since then, we’ve been collecting all of these figures like MAD. As far as finding the figures you want… well, that’s a bit of a game of luck. But you never know, the RNG might roll in your favor! One thing we have discovered is that it’s far easier to find figures of a character that shares an element with you. You’re all new here, so let’s dive on in! RULES Have Fun! Do we really need another rule? AVAILABLE FIGURES BIONICLE 2015 – WAVE 1 Protector of Fire (Fire) >> 45% Protector of Ice (Ice) >> 55% Protector of Water (Water) >> 35% Protector of Earth (Earth) >> 45% Protector of Jungle (Jungle) >> 50% Protector of Stone (Stone) >> 50% Tahu, Master of Fire (Fire) >> 17% Kopaka, Master of Ice (Ice) >> 20% Gali, Master of Water (Water) >> 8% Onua, Master of Earth (Earth) >> 12% Lewa, Master of Jungle (Jungle) >> 18% Pohatu, Master of Stone (Stone) >> 21% Lord of Skull Spiders (Shadow/Jungle) >> 4% BIONICLE 2015 – WAVE 2 Skull Grinder (Shadow/Fire) >> 15% Skull Warrior (Shadow/Ice) >> 45% Ekimu (Creation/Water) >> 4% Skull Basher (Shadow/Earth) >> 25% Skull Slicer (Shadow/Jungle) >> 55% Skull Scorpio (Shadow/Stone) >> 35% HOW IT WORKS Each round (48 hours), a new dimension opens. Each player will select three figures from the available list to try and find; I will then spin the RNG from 1-100 for each figure and if it lands on one of the correct numbers, then that player will get that figure. Example: I decide that I want the Protector of Fire, Protector of Stone, and Lord of Skull Spiders this round. I would spin the RNG for all three: -If the RNG lands anywhere between 1 and 55 for the Protector of Fire, I succeed; anything above 55, I fail. -Likewise for the Protector of Stone, I succeed if it lands between 1 and 60, but fail if it lands above 60. -For the Lord of Skull Spiders, because the chance of finding it is only 5%, the RNG needs to land between 1 and 5 in order for me to succeed; it is much harder to “find” than the other two. But let us not forget that you have an element of your own! When attempting to find a figure that shares your element, your chances of finding that increase 1.5x. Example: My element is fire; I want to find the same figures as before. For the Protector of Stone and Lord of Skull Spiders figures, my odds of finding them remain the same: -60% (1-60) for the Protector of Stone -5% (1-5) for the Lord of Skull Spiders -But because I am fire, my odds for the Protector of Fire now look like this: 55x1.5=82(rounded down). This means I have an 82% chance of finding the Protector of Fire (so the RNG can land anywhere between 1 and 82). Certain figures (such as the Lord of Skull Spiders) are associated with two different elements. Whereas only Jungle players would receive the bonus when searching for a figure like the Protector of Jungle, players of both Jungle and Shadow will receive a bonus when searching for the Lord of Skull Spiders. This can help to offset the rarity of certain figures. If your RNG roll fails for a figure, I will spin it a second time. If you own any other figures of that element and the second roll succeeds, you will receive a “duplicate figure”. Duplicates are not worth any less, but they can be traded to other players; if you have two Protector of Fire figures and someone else has a second Protector of Jungle, you could each trade your double in order to attain a figure that you might be lacking. Right now, both waves are available! For Ekimu, all players (except those of the Shadow element) gain the 1.5x bonus; players with the Water element receive a 3.5x bonus. The first player to collect every figure will win! COLLECTIONS ROUND ONE ROUND TWO ROUND THREE ROUND FOUR ROUND FIVE SIGNUPS In order to signup, post saying so, and also post your element. You may choose from the following: -Fire -Ice -Water -Earth -Jungle -Stone -Shadow Signups will remain open for 48 hours, after which they shall be closed and the game will begin. There isn’t a limit to how many people can play, so feel free to invite all of your friends! PLAYERS 1. Blade 2. fishers64 3. Toa Chuck 4. Pahrak 5. Bonkle 6. Forgotten Chronicler 7. FF 8. Nescent 9. Luroka 10. ToaK 11. Pulse 12. Rooster Nui 13. Jayne Cobb 14. Petewa 15. Jed 16. ShadowVezon 17. Unit 18. Dragon 19. Rylinth
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