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This is the second part of my 2006 Scenery Images series. I was inspired by the supporting comments from my last post to make the 2006 Scenery Images a Series. He are some more pictures. Enjoy! Balta watches from a high cliff in the Green Belt. Velika and Garan discuss their next move against the Piraka. Vezok rests on a small ledge overlooking a stormy Voya Nui Bay. Reidak emerges from a small pond after a devastating battle with the Toa Inika. The Kardas Dragon has escaped the Volcano and begun it's journey.
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Okay click bait title aside. The Matoran were designed not to be a perment species. Since all Matoran can have a Destiny which allows them to become a Toa then Turaga. In theory eventually all Matoran would become Turagas and Toas. What do you think?
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I was struck by inspiration yesterday and had to sit down and write this story. Special thanks to BZPower member Tolkien for the song written in Matoran language, which you can find on his tumblr blog. Please read, enjoy, and comment below! ~~~~~ The sky was bright, and the day was radiant. As Admoneira made her way through the crowded street, people of all colors, shapes and sizes hustled and bustled around her. Today was as busy a day as ever in Agens, but Admoneira had no time or interest for any of it. After all, it wasn’t every day that one received a summons from the oldest being on the planet. It had been twenty or thirty years since she had last heard the call: a high, thin ringing, at a frequency beyond most people’s ability to detect. She had taken several moments to notice the pitch, and longer to remember what it meant -- but when she had, she had dropped her satchel and nearly been struck by a hasty carriage. Stopping only to gather her things, not to apologize, she had immediately changed course and struck off to the eastern edge of town. From there, she did some bargaining with a carriage-owner, who was understandably reluctant to lend her a vehicle to traverse a road that hadn’t been touched in years. The sight of her dusty seal made a potent argument, though, and if that wasn’t enough, she also had the official papers, signed by the Parliament, marking her as a government-sanctioned chronicler. The owner, a patriotic sort, was more than happy to comply with her request, and soon she was driving off towards the eastern forest. Throughout it all, above the grumbling and snorting of the carriage and the trundling of its wheels on the ground, Admoneira could still hear the ringing, echoing through the air. The trip through the woods should have taken two hours, and it would have -- if the road hadn’t been blocked two-thirds of the way in. As she once again stepped out of the carriage to hack at an overgrown creeper, only to see the road blocked ahead by a tree growing through the middle, she gave a heavy sigh. Couldn’t he at least hire a gardener, or a hundred, to keep the road clean? Then she remembered his response to that query last time she had spoken to him. Your modern garden tools make such an unbearable clamor, he had said. The trees and the vines, on the other hand, are silent until struck down. If I am going to continue living on this earth, I would rather do it with my hearing intact. Wouldn’t you? At dusk, Admoneira stumbled over a twisted root, staggered past an enormous tree, and pushed aside a curtain of leaves to finally reveal her destination. Perched on a steep hill above her, surrounded for miles and miles in all directions by undisturbed forest, was a weathered dome: an ancient monastery, with a population of one. Emanating from above, the ringing was sharper than it had ever been, but Admoneira barely heard it. With a rejuvenated effort, she dragged herself up the hill, anxious to once again speak with him. The stone door had no handle. Instead, it was inscribed with an esoteric symbol: three circles, bordered by two dented curves. Admoneira smiled and recalled the secret combination. First the topmost circle... the bottom circle... and finally, the circle in the center. Smoothly and almost silently, the door slid away before her. Inside, the walls of the vast dome were filled with circular symbols; not an inch left untouched. Towering over Admoneira were tall stacks of stone tablets, each carved with the same symbols. A fine layer of dust covered everything in the chamber. Admoneira breathed in the dry, dusty air and let out an amazed sigh. In this room, the great history of her world felt tangible and real. The dust stirred. Just barely, she could make out a whisper: “There’s no need to make such a ruckus, my dear." The quiet voice came from the stairs spiraling around the walls. Admoneira looked up, beyond the stacked tablets, to see a hunched figure with a grey cloak slowly descending each stair, his joints clicking with each step. “I could hear your approach a mile away,” he continued. “Turaga!” Admoneira gasped. “Ach!” With gears whirring and joints clicking, the wizened old figure brought his hands to the sides of his head. “What did I say about making such noise?” Admoneira paused, then spoke in a low whisper. “I’m sorry, Turaga. I’m just... so excited to see you again.” “As am I, Admoneira,” whispered the Turaga. He stepped onto the floor, supporting himself with a wooden staff, and slowly hobbled towards a table where an empty tablet lay. “Come. Sit, and tell the old Turaga your tales.” The table stood in the center of the building, directly beneath a glass pane in the top of the dome. Admoneira took her seat and glanced up at the darkening sky, looking for words. So much had happened in the past several decades. Where to begin? “I suppose I’ll start with Agens,” she said. “Ah, yes. How is that lovely little town doing?” the Turaga asked, chuckling. “It’s hardly ‘little’ anymore, Turaga. Now that the water stone industry has recovered, people have been coming to Agens in droves. It’s one of the fastest-growing cities in any of the civilized nations,” she explained. “Good. I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “I always told little Carus that his town would do well.” He paused. “How is the little boy, anyway?” Admoneira hesitated. “Well... Carus is not really a little boy any longer, Turaga,” she said. “He was born before me, you know...” There was a glint of light off of the Turaga’s mask. Then he shook his head slowly. “I am sad to learn of his passing,” he said. “But he died knowing his destiny was achieved.” The Turaga always did that -- extrapolate the truth, even when one tried not to tell him. Admoneira hated when he did that. The Turaga chuckled. “Hate it or not, Admoneira, I will keep doing it. You must allow an old man some of his tricks.” He turned to the side, his head downcast. “Forgive me for asking so foolishly about Carus. In my old age, I sometimes forget that your lifespans are so much shorter than ours.” Admoneira had always marveled at the Turaga’s physiology. He was made of metal and flesh, seamlessly joined by wondrous engineering -- all of this, accomplished several millennia prior to the invention of the motorized carriage! Many a time, she had wondered how it was that he and the other biomechs lived for so long: whether it was the quality of their organic parts, or a self-repairing function like the immortality devices of old. She had been meaning to ask for years. “Then I might as well tell you what I know,” said the Turaga. “I was never an anatomist. But I know this much. Most of our ‘organic’ tissues are used as muscles or bindings, and they, like the rest of us, are artificial; made by the Great Beings. When the Great Beings made things, they made them to last.” For a long moment, he let this information sink in, then added, “Unlike your craftspeople nowadays, that is.” Admoneira had to laugh at that. “Tell me about it. I took a carriage part of the way here. I got it good as new, but by the time I was done with it, the tires were shot and the engine was halfway killed.” “No, they don’t make them like they used to,” the Turaga said softly. As Admoneira continued her tales, the stars began to shine through the glass from above. By midnight, she had nearly talked herself hoarse, and had run down to the stream for water several times. Throughout it all, the Turaga sat and listened. Half the time, he stared off into space and didn’t move from his position, but Admoneira knew he could hear her. In any case, he could just about read her mind. It was a pity she couldn’t read his. What did an ancient biomech ponder? “You’ve stopped talking,” said the Turaga after a time. “Is that it, then?” Admoneira gave a start. “Oh, no, not at all. I was just thinking, Turaga.” The Turaga blinked behind his mask. “You want to know how old I am.” Admoneira’s face blanched. The Turaga chuckled in response. “Don’t worry, dear, I won’t be offended. A biomech stays beautiful no matter his age.” He tapped his staff on the floor. “You said this was... what year, again?” Admoneira told him. The Turaga nodded and let out a slow whistle. “Well, well. It has been some time, hasn’t it? And yet, to me, it seems like the Fall was just a century past.” He hemmed and hawed for several seconds. “Ah! That’s it, that’s it. I have lived through 150,000 seasonal units -- Matoran time, that is,” he said. “In your years, that would be... hmm... about 12,000 years old, give or take.” The time span was too much for Admoneira to process. She blinked and put a hand to her forehead. “I might get a migraine if I think about that for too long,” she said. “Try thinking about it for 12,000 years,” replied the Turaga. “Did Matoran -- normally -- live that long?” Admoneira sensed the Turaga stiffen. “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “But since so few of us remain, I would say... no.” An awful realization struck Admoneira: He doesn’t know. There was silence at the table for a long, long moment. “Now he does,” said the Turaga. Admoneira clasped his hand. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know when to tell you -- ” “It’s all right,” he said, setting her hand aside. He sat back, gears clicking, and breathed in heavily. “Tell me, when did the others pass?” Admoneira could feel his heart breaking as she listed the names. “...announced his death twenty-four years ago. The Vortixx of Vulcanus passed quietly three years after.” She took a deep breath. “Barraki Pridak died on his throne ten years ago. Somehow, he lived through every assassination effort over the past four millennia. His empire has already fractured into warring states. And Kopeke -- ” She felt something choke in her throat. “Two years ago, Kopeke walked out of Iconox and into the Drifts. He gave clear orders that he was not to be followed.” She finished her story. She and the Turaga sat at the table, hands folded, in utter silence. The stars turned slightly overhead, and a chill began to creep at the edges of Admoneira’s flesh. After many minutes, Admoneira thought she heard a whispered word flit into her ear. She dismissed it as her imagination, but another came, and another. Suddenly, she realized that the words were coming from the Turaga, but they were not any words that she knew. “lahaya lhikayi, wahata rodui...” The pitch of the Turaga’s voice varied. Admoneira realized that he was singing. His incredibly soft voice hovered over the notes with a trembling sincerity. “lahaya lhikayi, wahata rodui, lahaya ro’ai, ki akuya-kaui. lehaya matoran, noka khino rho luhaya turaga zahni’o kyabo. lohaya toa ki kravahi zaya, ki aizi voyakorhu akuyata...” The Turaga trailed off. “You wouldn’t recognize the song,” he said, in response to her unspoken thoughts. “It is from... before your time.” Slowly, with jerking and hesitant motions, the Turaga began to stir. Gears clicking, he rose from his seat and took hold of his staff. “Come. Walk with me, Admoneira,” he said. “And bring the tablet. It is time.” The woman took his hand and helped him move, haltingly, across the dusty floor and out of the building. The two stood together on the hilltop, under the waning stars, looking out at the peaceful treetops. “In an hour, Solis Magna will rise from the horizon, in all its crimson glory,” said the Turaga. “Then will come the time. Until then, Admoneira... sit with me.” She had a thought, but he shook his head. “No. I do not need any more stories. I need only companionship.” Admoneira helped him into a sitting position on the grass. The Turaga set down his staff and replaced it with a stone stylus. “I am sure your paper records are quicker and more efficient,” he said, “but consider me old-fashioned -- I never could get used to the idea of them.” He carved the first words on the tablet. Admoneira knew enough of the Matoran language to translate them, and her heart sank as her worst fears were confirmed. “You can’t know this,” she sobbed. “Oh, but I do,” said the Turaga. Now it was his turn to clasp a friend’s hand in comfort. “It was revealed to me by another Turaga many, many years ago. This was his final vision. It is the final destiny of my kind.” “No,” Admoneira mouthed. She knew that the Turaga was impossibly old; she knew that he was the last of his kind; she knew that all things eventually came to an end -- but she refused to believe that it would happen today. “Be still,” the Turaga whispered. “I will be with you for another hour. I must carve this tablet, but when I am done, I will stay with you. We will watch the sunrise together.” Admoneira sat with the Turaga as he carved his words. She did not read them. She would read them later, when she was ready to accept the end. She vowed not to let this history be forgotten. “It already has been, my dear,” said the Turaga, etching a Matoran ‘A’ into the stone. “By all except the two on this hilltop. But that is not so dreadful, in the end. All things in this world are only temporary.” He finished his work, and set down the stylus. The stars had vanished, and the sky was lightening. Admoneira turned to the Turaga with tears in her eyes. “Please. Don’t go. You’re all that we have left.” “None of us choose our destiny, my dear. And none of us can defy it,” said the Turaga, staring into the pink light of the sky. Admoneira began to openly sob as the light grew brighter. No words could communicate her feelings. “They do not need to,” said the Turaga. “I know your heart.” Slowly, he raised his hands to his head. When he lowered them, they held the archaic features of his mask. “Take this,” he whispered. “It is our custom. I will go soon, to be with the Great Spirit. But the mask will remain.” Admoneira took the mask into her shaking hands. “I... I can’t...” she stammered. “You can,” said the Turaga. “Have faith.” Admoneira hugged the Turaga tight, setting her face against his weathered cloak. Slowly, gently, he set his metallic hand on her shoulder. Staring into the growing light, the Turaga bore an unreadable expression on his face. Quietly, he resumed his singing. “lahaya lhikayi, omahaui nu lahaya wahata, ki nokhanu-ngu lehaya matoran, i’azai uzya luhaya turaga, kravahi’ai na lahaya toa ki boi royatanu hau’o rak-rhui boya hayaganu. ke, lahaya lhikai, omahaui rhu lihaya rohi nga-kaui ki zyanu. lehaya puku’o, alai’o, roi’o luhaya rohi ki avo myatambo. lahaya wahata, keeto, kofo-ngu lohaya toa ki ako karyanu.” The sun rose, and the radiant fingers of the dawn crept across the trees, reaching up to the domed monastery atop the hill. As the light grew and the air warmed, Admoneira held the Turaga close, and he held her as well. Admoneira opened her eyes. The sky was alight with the scarlet fire of the sun. The Turaga’s fingers rested on her shoulder, warmed by the touch of the sunlight. But his singing had stopped. Admoneira hugged the Turaga’s body close and cried as the sun rose over her. She would cry for many a day to come. When her tears had dried, she would read the Turaga’s tablet. For now, however, the words sat unread in the rising sun. I carve these words as I await my death, and with it the death of the Matoran race. As prophesied, I am the last one left. When the morning comes and I pass from this world, I will join the entirety of my kind as one with the Great Spirit. I have no regrets. I have lived a long and fulfilling life. I have seen and done so many things. I fought on Bara Magna and saw Makuta’s Fall firsthand. I defended the Prison Island from the Siege of the Dreamkeeper’s armies. I saw the Barraki Wars and the return of the Shadowed One. I have seen two worlds united, and I have seen them divided again so many times. More than that, though, I have seen the flourishing of the Agori. Despite their physiology, they are an enduring and ingenious people. They listened to the ideas of the Matoran, and they built on what we brought to them to make things far greater. I know now that they are a people truly deserving of the Great Spirit’s paradise. We have had our history. Let the Matoran race now take its leave from Spherus Magna. With unity, we have done our duty, and in doing so, we have achieved our final destiny. The Agori have learned all that we can teach them, and they will grow and flourish beyond anything we could ever imagine. The Great Spirit will be proud of us, indeed. These are the last words of the Matoran race. These are the words of Turaga Krakua.
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Kind of a follow-up on "To Build a Toa," but I didn't make a whole bunch of art for this one, so I figured this would be the best place to put it. Not a story as much as a technical study and outflow from a headcanon brainstorming exercise, but I'm interested to know what y'all think about it all the same. edit: actually, in retrospect the "Bionicle Story and Theories" forum would've been a better place for both this topic and "To Build a Toa"... --- The process by which Matoran were constructed for thousands of years was unfortunately lost with the Great Spirit robot, and it took years before the robot’s former residents made at least a partial re-discovery of it, allowing new Matoran to be created once again. Some changes were inevitably introduced in the reverse engineering of the process, however, and multiple problems were encountered that could only be solved through some significant design changes. Nowadays, an uninformed observer wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a pre- and post-Reformation Matoran (referred to as “Matoran Nuva” or “Nuvatoran” in those early days), but the development of the latter was a contentious issue in Matoran society for quite some time. Its numerous setbacks did nothing to help, and it took many trials over several hundred years before the Matoran could at last claim that they had successfully developed a practical method of reproduction that did not require the resources of the Great Spirit robot to work. The main limitation encountered was the difficulty of programming a Matoran brain before activation. Inside the Great Spirit Robot, a Matoran’s role was often assigned even before construction began and the Matoran’s brain could be programmed beforehand with all the knowledge necessary to perform the task, with some additional ‘baseline’ knowledge thrown in to allow them to function in society. In essence, a newly constructed Matoran was mentally as prepared to face the world as an Agori with ten or fifteen years alive and a couple of months on a job under their belt. However, the equipment used to program a Matoran brain in this manner was lost with the destruction of the Great Spirit robot, and techniques developed since then have proven comparatively crude and ineffective; programming a Matoran to be ready to face the world from day one as before proved impossible, and even implanting a decent baseline of knowledge with any degree of consistency was extremely challenging. Faced with a dilemma between creating new Matoran far inferior in mental capacity to their predecessors or leaving their entire species with no means of reproduction whatsoever, Matoran scientists and engineers were willing to look just about anywhere for an answer. They found one among their neighbors, the Agori, in what had up until then been little more than a curious phenomenon to the Matoran: childhood. It had been observed early on after the Reformation by the Matoran that the markedly different physiques of the Agori and Glatorian came with a very different method of reproduction. The former residents of the Great Spirit Robot were shocked to learn for the first time about the concept of sexual reproduction, but curiosity aside, they had concluded initially that it provided their counterparts with no practical advantages. The offspring produced through it was small, vulnerable, could not take care of itself, and had to be taught how to function in the world by their creators, a process that could take years and did not truly end until the offspring physically matured to a point at which Matoran were essentially created. However, unable to create offspring that could mentally be considered equivalent to Agori or Glatorian adults (or at least young adults) from day one, the Matoran decided to take a second look at their neighbors’ methods of raising offspring. They concluded that, since Matoran capacity for learning was no less than that of their organic counterparts, creating Matoran ‘children’ and instructing them until they could function on their own was an acceptable alternative to creating no new Matoran at all, and it would not require the complicated programming that creating ‘adults’ would. Other than some basic sensory and motor skills, which were by far the easiest part of the programming to recreate, these Matoran children could essentially be activated as blank slates, filled in over time through instruction by others. So, the first “Nuvatoran” to be created, while physically identical to their pre-Reformation counterparts, were mentally equivalent to Agori infants with more developed motor skills. They were a curious sight to many, and the many were also a curious sight to them. The process of instructing them in how to function in the world had to be developed essentially through trial and error as, understandably, no Matoran had any experience in parenting. The teaching experience of those who had worked in old Ga-Metru did help, but wasn’t easily applicable to Matoran lacking even baseline knowledge. Advice from the Glatorian and Agori was forthcoming, but not always applicable due to the marked physical differences between their children and what the Matoran had saddled themselves with. Incidents of Nuvatoran wandering off and getting into very dangerous situations out of curiosity and lack of knowing any better abounded, and a number were unfortunately lost because of them. Rumors began to circulate, unfavorably comparing the newcomers to the “shamblers” of Le-Metru during the Vahki era. It was due to this comparison that “Nuvatoran” became a derogatory term for a time, carrying connotations of mental inferiority and a penchant for foolish behavior. Many methods of instruction, of raising the accident-prone Nuvatoran were tried and discarded, and in the end a “parent” system modeled after the Agori way of raising children proved to be the best. Two older, experienced Matoran could share the load of instructing and watching over a Nuvatoran in a way that did not require them to abandon their day job, and having more than two instructors often proved confusing for the Nuvatoran right after activation. After establishment of certain baselines by the parents, further instruction through Ga-Metru style schools would become possible. Development of proper parenting methods ensured that, while it took several years of instruction, the earliest Nuvatoran eventually did reach a true adult stage of development and became quite indistinguishable from their pre-Reformation counterparts. Their reputation steadily improved because of it, and the now shared experience of parenting became a bridge of sorts between Matoran and Agori cultures; in spite of their physical differences, the two suddenly seemed less alien to each other. Eventually, adopting newly created Nuvatoran became normal for Matoran pairs confident that they could raise one together, introducing the concept of ‘family’ to Matoran culture, though it never became as prominent a social tie for the Matoran as it was to the Agori. Nuvatoran that made it to the adult stage of life and left their parental home usually kept in contact to at least some degree, but unless proximity kept parents and child close over time, they eventually came to regard each other as little more than acquaintances; the parental dynamic always remained a temporary one, adopted by the Matoran rather than biologically ingrained in them, and over the enormous lifespan that a well-maintained Matoran could achieve the period spent in childhood would eventually become little more than an insignificant blip in memory. The lack of any physical differences between those Matoran who had had a childhood and those who hadn’t in some ways reinforced this attitude; few saw a reason to dwell on or revel in a period of life that many of their companions could never share. For some Matoran, however, the effects of childhood would extend beyond close ties to parents or time spent under instruction; already mimicking the Agori in mental development early in life, similar developments could be brought to the Nuvatoran physique as well through concept of “diminished building.” The idea of a diminished Matoran was nothing new even before the Reformation; the entire population of the island of Mata Nui was diminished for most of their time there, for example. A diminished Matoran is markedly smaller and weaker than a regular one, and pre-Reformation, there were a number of ways in which this condition could be acquired. In the case of Mata Nui’s residents, the cause lay in the time they spent in Matoran Pods constructed by Makuta Teridax. Various mutative powers could also turn regular Matoran into diminished ones, and some Matoran who spent time in Karzahni were rebuilt in simpler, diminished forms by its ruler. In the former two cases, the underlying mechanism was the programmable nature of the protodermic materials from which Matoran were constructed; Matoran spheres and mutative powers in essence instructed the very material the Matoran were made of to re-shape in ways that mutated the body into a diminished form. In the case of the Matoran Spheres, the additional material left over was siphoned off to power the spheres as well; Matoran left inside for too long could physically be drained into oblivion. Diminished Matoran could be re-built, or in rare cases, re-mutated in to regular forms if materials were provided, but outside of the reconstruction of the Mata Nui population materials were rarely made available. Diminishment therefore had obvious negative connotations to the Matoran, but during development of the Nuvatoran one did note that diminished Matoran were a good physical analogue to Agori children. The image stuck, and the idea of building Matoran in diminished ‘child’ forms to be upgraded to regular ‘adult’ forms later on was developed further, though not openly for common use due to the aforementioned connotations. There was an economic argument, or perhaps rationalization, that underpinned diminished building as a viable concept: just under half the height of a regular Matoran, a diminished Matoran only required a little over a third of the materials to build. For a time, this was seen as quite a significant advantage, but leaving Matoran in a diminished state was certainly unacceptable; eventually, a Matoran built diminished would have to be re-built at regular size at the cost of the materials saved in their initial construction. Still, diminished building’s potential to reduce the frontloaded nature of material investment in the creation of new Matoran made it an attractive alternative for when materials happened to be scarce; having been activated, the diminished Matoran could aid in the gathering of those materials themselves, in effect earning back on their construction cost even before their upgrade to regular status. With the rise of this economic argument, the initial idea of diminished building offering the Matoran a ‘physical childhood’ kind of fell by the wayside, but before the concept was mothballed entirely its development in that role was taken one step further through the very same mutative properties that had led to the creation of most pre-reformation diminished Matoran. Matoran scientists managed to engineer an artificial growth cycle, a process by which, provided adequate consumption of protodermic materials as building blocks, a diminished Matoran’s body could slowly ‘grow’ into a regular-sized body. The process was slow, taking a little over a decade in total, but it could provide a Nuvatoran with an even closer experience to Agori childhood and would not require an intensive re-build at any point in their lives. However, outside of a few test cases it was never seen in practice on Spherus Magna; materials for Matoran construction were never hard to come by and no one articulated any practical advantages to giving Matoran a physical childhood to match their mental one. Diminished building was developed on Spherus Magna mostly out of curiosity and as a test for the Matoran to see how well they truly understood their own biology, but no arguments for its widespread adoption ever emerged. The development of Matoran childhood, a concept that would have been utterly foreign to the residents of the Great Spirit robot years before, is a good example of how these beings designed originally to function in the controlled environment of that robot had to adapt themselves to live on Spherus Magna afterwards. It is not the only change that can be observed between the pre- and post-Reformation Matoran, though; it is merely the largest item of a long list that contains several other major changes. For example, many changes were made to the Matoran mouth and digestive system to allow them to more easily derive all their nourishment from consumption of food and drink rather than through the use of charging points; in the early years after the Reformation, Spherus Magna lacked any infrastructure for charging points and hence the dietary change was forced on the robot’s former inhabitants. The other major change was the practical elimination of elemental gender-locking, the practice of basing Matoran gender on their element. This wasn’t so much a conscious choice on the part of the creators of the Nuvatoran as it was a natural outcome of the differences introduced in the creation process; within the Great Spirit robot, the personality and hence gender of a Matoran were always programmed in beforehand, and this simply wasn’t possible with the comparatively crude programming methods available for Nuvatoran creation. Ce-Matoran notwithstanding, the Great Beings’ reasons for linking elements with gender were never clear to the Matoran regardless, so the development of ‘tribally unusual’ personalities among the Nuvatoran was greeted curiosity rather than hostility. The first female Ta-Matoran and male Ga-Matoran were a disruption to the order, sure, but not to an order that anyone could make a practical argument for retaining. It wasn’t long before the populations of all the tribes included members of both genders, though tendencies towards one or the other remained; most tribes eventually settled around a 65:35 split in favor of the gender associated with their element, with the Ce- and Su-Matoran emerging as the most prominent outliers with percentages closer to 90:10.
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Some of you may remember about a year and a half ago, BZPower member Volitak_Boxor posted a topic about a previously undiscovered 2003 Matoran Combiner, the instructions of which appeared to be included in a Kabaya promtional release of some of the 2003 Matoran. The only images of the instructions that were able to be located were quite low res, and no one seemed to own a Kabaya Hafu, Macku, or Hewkii. Now that I've nearly completed my Bionicle collection, I decided to order a Kabaya Hafu to get a copy of these instructions. I've also documented the unboxing process to show off this rare promotional item. In fact, this may be the first English review of a 2003 Kabaya Matoran set. I didn't have access to a real camera, so some of the lighting and composition of the photos may be kind of off/bad. I also don't speak Japanese, so if you can and some of the images aren't clear enough to read, PM me and I can retake pictures if necessary. Front Image. The entire set is shrink wrapped, and there is a smaller box with the Kabaya logo attached to the bottom. Back Image. Notice Hewkii, Hafu, and Macku on the back of the smaller box, presumably our first bit of evidence about the undiscovered combiner. Right side of the box. The big white sticker is attached to the shrink wrap itself, and appears to be some kind of warning about the candy. Also note the image of the combiner. Left side of the box. At this point, we've removed the shrink wrap and are now looking at the smaller box by itself. Front of the smaller box. Back of the smaller box Right side. Image of the elusive combiner. Left side. Some Japanese text. Top. Mostly Japanese text with a diagram showing how to open the box. Bottom. Barcode and more Japanese text I also took some images of the box compared with a European and an American box from my own collection to show some of the differences. In the next few images, the European box is always on the left, or the top when applicable, while the American box is always on the right, or the bottom. Front, Back. Top, Bottom. The image of Takanuva, Makuta, and the island of Mata Nui on the Kabaya box is actually a sticker (more visible here) that has been attached to the box itself. It's my belief that the Kabaya box is merely a European box with the sticker slapped on, because after opening the Hafu set, I found what looks like to be a standard 2003 Hafu without any instructions to the combiner. The instructions were normal in appearance. Having gone back and opened up the smaller box, we're greeted by some white hard candy and a folded up instruction sheet. The candy looks surprisingly normal for being so old. It's unclear whether or not it fits in a Zamor launcher. High resolution scan of the combiner instructions. I've left these unedited. High resolution scan of the back of the combiner instructions. Unfortunately, it just shows that you can combine 3 Rahkshi in to the Rahkshi Kaita Za and Vo models. And that's all I've got. I hope you enjoyed this unboxing. If you'd like to see the unedited images in their full size, there is an unsorted imgur album here. I must say, it's quite an interesting feeling to opening a set this old. Fresh G1 parts are always nice though. Meanwhile, I'm off to Bricklink to get another Black Pakari to turn Hafu into a rebuilt Taipu for my collection. -
So, I was hanging out with my friend who's back in town fro the holidays, and he and I were reliving the past, and he wanted to know how the Bionicle fandom was doing. So, I brought him up to speed on what BZPower has been up to, and just what all we'd seen in the storyline over the years. At some point during our conversation, we got to the topic of Mata Nui, the giant robot, the Matoran Universe, and the inhabitants therein. We went over how the Universe worked and debated the nature of how his body affected their little world. That's when it occurred to us: Mata Nui could have been such a jerk to the Matoran Universe. Think about it. First of all, his eyes acted as a sort of skylight for Metru Nui. We know that there was probably some artificial light generated by the inside of his eyes, as well, but as we saw in LoMN, the rampant formation of the island on his face during the great cataclysm blocked most of the light coming through and made it appear that his eyes were closing. Now, if that were the case all of the time, and the "suns" over the city were just big skylights, then Mata Nui, if he so chose, could have simply covered his eyes and blocked the light for a few minutes at a time while he was flying through space. Picture it, if you will: MN: Hm, I'm bored. (covers eyes) Night time! (uncovers eyes) Day time! (covers eyes) Night time! (and so on) I would hate to be working in Metru Nui if that just happened at random points in the day. Imagine all the sudden accidents it could cause. On another note, what would happen if Mata Nui just started poking himself? Are the MU inhabitants like fish in that they get freaked out when you tap the glass/protodermis casing? MN: (repeatedly taps biceps) Hey, hey, hey, Dark Hunters. How's Odina today? You guys enjoying the quakes? lol (begins poking other bicep) Yo, Artakha, my man, how's it going today, dude? I hope I didn't just disturb anything important you were working on. Or worse, if Mata Nui decided he wanted to sing during his interstellar travels. If his body is anything like ours, then his "vocal chords" would be right under/over Karzahni. And for something as big as he is, they would definitely feel the effects of the bass. It'd be like living on top of a city-sized subwoofer. I don't think I need to paint a picture of that one. Well, there you go. If you got a laugh out of it, great. That was part of the point. But it does raise a lot of questions, like how much of an effect could MN have on his subjects?
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"Only six Matoran were left free to oppose them." — Narrator, If a Universe Ends Here, have my renditions of six valiant rebels from Voya Nui. Before you ask, yes, there are inconsistencies (read: asymmetries) in their color schemes, it is intentional because in my book Karzahni is obsessed with asymmetry in everything (have you ever seen his mask?) And even then, Garan and Kazi came out quite symmetrical. Sigh. Anyway. I was not happy with some of Voyatorans’ tools (visually), so I decided to revamp them a bit. The most notable changes belong to Dalu, Kazi and Velika. Dalu now wears a pair of charger clamps that are wired directly to her body, hence their ability to drain her own powers. Kazi’s tools are simple yet brilliant: tuning forks! With Velika I went down the total reimagination road, with him having a cybernetic hammer arm and a chisel that suppose to perform the same task as his power carvers. * * * Now folks remember, if you like what I do and you want to see me create your OC, a favorite Bionicle Character, or something else, feel free to look up my Commission Info! I also now have a Patreon page, so please consider supporting!
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Taito was an adventurous if clumsy Ta-Matoran living in a remote village somewhere in the southern isles. His adventuring was considered odd by his fellow villagers, and thus he became something of an outcast. On one of his travels, he encountered a Toa stone. He vowed to look for the Matoran for whom it was intended and help him fulfill his destiny. Little did Taito suspect that he was the intended recipient of the stone. During one of his travels, he encountered an old, abandoned Suva, and upon inserting the stone into a receptacle, a beam of energy turned him into a Toa. Taito became one of the Undestined - Toa who, lacking a concrete destiny to be fulfilled, were tasked with travelling throughout the various islands of the Matoran universe, seeking evil wherever it may preside. Around the time Taito became a Toa, a number of other Matoran - five, to be precise - also became Toa. All were without Toa teams, and eventually drifted together to form an unofficial team, called the Toa Voya (meaning "voyage", to signify that they are not assigned to any one island). Taito wears the Kanohi Arai, the Great Mask of Fortification in the shape of a Hau. The Arai combines the powers of other masks, such as the Hau and Pakari in smaller doses, allowing the user to more effectively hold their ground against an overwhelming force. Taito is unlike most other Ta-Matoran or Toa of Fire. Though his element is characterized by brashness, hotheadedness and arrogance, Taito is curious, adventurous, and well mannered. This moc started out when I wanted to come up with my own Matoran build. Then once I was done, I thought I might as well build a Toa version, and then I thought I might as well add him to the new Toa team I was putting together. Further members coming soon! Flickr Album: https://flic.kr/s/aHskG43GeJ
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These are all from about a week ago, when I watched LoMN again and realized how far my way of drawing matoran had drifted away from the 'original' influences, so I thought I'd try and re-capture the essence of what I think matoran to look like. Sort of. Those two little ones were drawn directly with the ballpoint pen, with minimal sketching (which you can very much see at the left matoran's left/seen as right leg.) Then I decided to draw Jaller for a warmup. While I am not entirely happy with the colouring, I guess it does look like the character, so it's okay with me. ^^
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One defining factor of G1 was the different kinds of builds that were introduced with each new wave of sets. Each season was guaranteed to introduce a plethora of new pieces... At least until 2006 where things became more formulaic and recycle-y. In my eye, no sets exemplify the evolution of G1 better than those portraying Toa and Matoran, the two most iconic, recognisable and important kinds of characters in G1 lore. So I want to know - What was your favourite Toa build, and your favourite Matoran build? (Note the date ranges - You can vote for builds if they apply to Glatorian, Agori or STARS sets if you so wish. Also, I haven't listed anything to do with polybags, just boxed/canister sets.) -
So, there's a lot of mask-wearing in BIONICLE: matoran, toa, and turaga all wear them. But why do matoran have to wear them? Why is it that when they don't wear a mask they pass out? Was there ever any canon explanation given? (Actually, I'd be perfectly happy with someone's personal head-canon on the subject as well) Thanks in advance!
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So, what do we have here - a sort of cross between a matoran and a Bohrok, with some influences by Protectors. More of a concept-y drawing, mostly due to time reasons. The idea that the Bohrok actually used to be matoran once has always fascinated me (although it's somewhat disturbing), but what if there were a way back to matoran-esque beings by means of re-evolution?
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Hello all, Since my last post (http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/21671-mnog-2-matoran-in-tohunga-form/), I have expanded my collection of tohunga. I now believe I have finished and have made every official tohunga/matoran ever seen on Mata Nui, from the years 2000/1 to 2003. By 'official' I mean featuring in MNOG 1, MNOG 2 and the flash episodes. Nothing from any fan-based creations. If you know of any official matoran/tohunga that I have missed out, please say! ... ...
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Here's the Review Topic for my Epic, Ora Nui: Tale of the Matoran! Please, feel free to just leave a short post about the story, whether it's a suggestion, a compliment, or just a comment about some part of one of the chapters. Thanks for reading!
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Recently I had a nostalgic surge after replaying MNOG 2 (Mata Nui Online Game 2), and decided to recreate all 72 of the matoran in the game in their tohunga form, simultaneously. Many of the pieces, such as certain kanohi, legs, torsos, arms in certain colours are not even made by lego, and therefore complicated matters somewhat. However, I managed to spray paint all the necessary pieces eventually. Collecting 72 tohunga was a challenge in itself, given their scarceness in the market place these days... Here they are in all their glory: Visit: http://biosector01.com/wiki/index.php/Gallery:Mata_Nui_Online_Game_II:_The_Final_Chronicle to see the full list I'm referring to.
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The Great Spirits Game Hello my fellow Nui, I am ToaTimeLord and I'll be hosting this little game. We are the Nui a race of beings from the forth dimension. We have come to this plane of reality to have a bit of fun and to win a great prize. As the former holder of the Mata title I feel it is time I past it to someone else. The winner of my game will win my 3rd dimension body "The Great Spirit Robot" and take my title as the new Mata becoming the new leader of the Nui people. Each of you four will lead a race of beings,to grand battle against each other tell only one Nui stands. I have provided you with bodies in this dimension so you can blend in the society's of the people you will lead. How to play This is sort of like a chess game basically. A team wins by killing the other three Nui leaders. There will be Three Teams. Matoran Toa Makuta You will sign up below for one of these teams. I then will secretly select one on each side to be the Nui leader and tell them by PM. Each round will be in two pats. Part one 24 hours will be by PM of the Nui leaders to pick the team they want to attack. Part two 24 hours I will tell you what side your leader has chosen to attack. You will then vote on a person in that team to kill. The person with the most votes dies. If there is a tie the Nui leader will break it. If you kill the Nui leader there remaining members join your team. Sign Ups Matoran 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Toa 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Makuta 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
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This game has been cancelled. I'm ending the MATORAN SMACK DOWN series. Sorry to every who want to play. Welcome fellow brothers I am ToaTimeLord. The last of the noble Rahkshi of Mata Nui. This is the tale of how my people became the evil creatures that they are now. A sad tale but one we can learn from so this never happens again. It all started with the first Matoran War. My people were able to stay out of way between there conflict. When we heared that the Matoran had won the battle we thought it was all over. Then he came. We first thought he came from the Matoran village then we found out he was Makuta. He forced us to refuge Shadow Matoran. Some of us opposed the idea but some supported the Shadow Matoran. Most of us didn't know what to do. We desided to abandon are village to the Shadow Matoran and create a new one. What a mistake that was for are people were far more advanced than either Matoran tribes. The Shadow Matoran took are weapons and had revenge in there blackened hearts. The War had started again. Okay the Time has come again boys and girls. MATORAN SMACK DOWN 2 Has now started. All BZPOWER Rules apply All of the original MSD Rules go to. For new players I'll put here as well. The slots are first come first served There are two sides the Matoran and Shadow Matoran but there are Rahkshi who will play a special rule in the game. After the players are on there sides I will PM the two people who will become the traitors. The two traitors will get special rules in the PM that only work for them. Besides that everyone must follow these rules. I will ask everyone to comment there attack element and a defense element The success or failure of a Matoran's attack depends on what elements they pick. Exampe Matoran 1 Attack: Fire Defense: Stone To win a attack, your attack element needs to be the opposite of the defense element. Element battle chart Fire beats water, earth, ice Water beats earth, ice, stone Earth beats Ice, stone, jungle Ice beats stone, jungle, fire Stone beats Jungle, fire, water Jungle beats fire, water, earth How to attack I will send out PMs titled "Matoran Smack Down 2" to all 18 players You send a message to me of who you want to attack and what side there on. I will message you if your attack succeed or failed. You can attack anyone even Matoran on your own team but there is a catch if you attack someone on your own team if its not the traitor you loss the ability to attack in the next round. Even if your attack fails. If it is the traitor you gain a extra attack for the next round. You only get the extra attack if your attack works. What if you accidentally attack the traitor who's on your side. The same thing will happend as if you attacked a person on your team knowingly. You get one attack a round. There will be as many rounds as it takes tell there is one side left. Rahkshi rules To the six people who choose to be a Rahkshi you guys can pick what side you want to be on and change it mid game. Just Comment your side switch before a battle round. Rahkshi have no attack restrictions because they are not truly part of any side. They just help your side. They still can claim victory for your side though. You can attack a Rahkshi on your side and get away with it harm free. Once we have the people needed to play I will PM everyone with there information. Please notify me in the comment section what side you want. If not I'll pick it out for you. If one side is full and the other is not everyone else who wants to join will join that side. Your profile name well be your Matoran name. I also well be sprinkling in some little gifts to help you out in the game. If you defeat someone with one of my little gifts no matter who they be; you get it. Some gifts well be known some will secret only to the person who has it. Matoran 1. 2. 3. 4 Shadow Matoran 1. ShadowVezon 2. 3. Toa Smoke Monster 4. Shadow FF Rahkshi 1. 2. 3. 4. fishers64
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The Matoran are at WAR. The Matoran are in a heated battle with the Shadow Matoran. Word has gone around the villages that there are traitors on both sides but no one knows who. I thought this would be a fun game. Please note all BZPower rules apply. This game will only have 12 players The slots are first come first served There are two sides the Matoran and Shadow Matoran There will be 6 members on each side but there will be someone on each side that is actually on the opposing side. How to play After the players are on there sides I will PM the two people who will become the traitors. The two traitors will get special rules in the PM that only work for them. Besides that everyone must follow these rules. I will ask everyone to comment there attack element and a defense element The success or failure of a Matoran's attack depends on what elements they pick. Exampe Matoran 1 Attack: Fire Defense: Stone To win a attack, your attack element needs to be the opposite of the defense element. Element battle chart Fire beats water, earth, ice Water beats earth, ice, stone Earth beats Ice, stone, jungle Ice beats stone, jungle, fire Stone beats Jungle, fire, water Jungle beats fire, water, earth How to attack I will send out PMs titled "Matoran Smack Down" to all 12 players You send a message to me of who you want to attack and what side there on. I will message you if your attack succeed or failed. You can attack anyone even Matoran on your own team but there is a catch if you attack someone on your own team if its not the traitor you loss the ability to attack in the next round. Even if your attack fails. If it is the traitor you gain a extra attack for the next round. You only get the extra attack if your attack works. What if you accidentally attack the traitor who's on your side. The same thing will happend as if you attacked a person on your team knowingly. You get one attack a round. There will be as many rounds as it takes tell there is one side left. If there is more than one person at the end of the game that have won they will battle it out to the death. Tell one Matoran stands. If you are attacked and there attack works you are considers dead. Any attacks you message me after your death will be ignored. If you miss two rounds with out attacking you will be consider dead. Any attacks you message me after your death will be ignored. After all the players have been picked then I'll ask for your Attack and Defence elements Matoran DEAD 1.Makuta Luroka DEAD 2.Kanohi Ko-llector DEAD 3.BronzeJet (I can FLY) DEAD 4.Toa Smoke Monster DEAD 5.Petewa the Swift-Footed DEAD 6.Ghidora131 DEAD Shadow Matoran 1.ShadowVezon DEAD 2.bohrokman DEAD 3.The Void: Eater of Worlds DEAD 4.fishers64 5.Zippo DEAD 6.FF the Forgotten DEAD Once we have the people needed to play I will PM everyone with there information. Please notify me in the comment section what side you want. If not I'll pick it out for you. If one side is full and the other is not everyone else who wants to join will join that side. Your profile name well be your Matoran name. I also well be sprinkling in some little gifts to help you out in the game. If you defeat someone with one of my little gifts no matter who they be; you get it. Some gifts well be known some will secret only to the person who has it.
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Two Male Matoran. Kohn is the Ta-Matoran on the left with the briefcase, Vystr's the Ko-Matoran on the right with the spear, shield and green. Name: KohnGender: MaleSpecies: Ta-MatoranEquipment: Strongbox of Medical EquipmentStatus: Alive Approximate Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ ’Nurturer' (Introverted, Senser, Feeler, Judger) Kohn is a seasoned Ta-Matoran Field Medic who worked within the Overguard: the Matoran-conscripted military force overseeing Yerinn. Kohn was well known for his peculiar 'No Pain, No Gain' philosophy to his treatments: Once he was certain his subject was out of immediate danger, he would assess his patient's behaviour leading to their injury. If he found fault in him or her (the patient was careless around the offending machinery, for example), he would exercise brusqueness that severely reduced the pleasantness of his service; it was not uncommon for patients to be withheld painkillers, left larger than necessary scars, or at times turned away altogether - all in the name of 'building character'. Kohn would remain completely indignant while receiving complaints from his peers, and would grumble about his peers 'general lack of common sense' and 'innate incompetency'. For in fact, Kohn possessed a sincere and heartfelt fear that his nation's complacency would lead to demise when, not if, disaster struck. Just like he had done many times over, he was proven right when 'The Shattering' reduced Yerinn to a smoking, dying wasteland. His expertise in surgery was invaluable while gathering survivors (he exercised much more sincerity during this time), and though things have changed immensely, particularly with his alignment with Toa Alverh, he continues to serve much like he always has. Name: VystrGender: MaleSpecies: Ko-MatoranEquipment: 'Deep-Ice' Spear, ShieldStatus: Alive Approximate Myers-Briggs Type: ESTJ ’Guardian' (Extraverted, Senser, Thinker, Judger) Very little is known of the Matoran called Vylstr. He did not originate from Yerinn like the majority of those trapped on the island - in fact, he actually set arrived by some means after 'The Shattering'. Those that have encountered him have learned that he is vehemently searching for a single being, the one who 'must be brought to account'. What the lone Matoran hopes to accomplish when he finds him is anyone's guess. More images, including views of the masks and the opening Strongbox, are on my Flickr here. And if you're interested, my post for my previous two (lady) Matoran are here. Any criticism is greatly appreciated!
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I've been wanting to post these guys for a long time. They aren't a complete set unfortunately as I lack many of the required pieces to construct multiples of Matoran, Toa, and Turaga, yet I feel that what is presented now should provide a decent glimpse. My only regret is that I accidentally deleted my Turaga of Water's individual images while I was compiling this evening. The Great Elders Turaga of Earth. The former Toa Varsai of Earth, Erdeur, has retained his shielding as body armor and carries a measure of his once glorious strength to lead his people through the trials of Onu-Mana. His bowed posture conveys a sense of humbleness in his aging years. Turaga of Plantlife. The former Toa Varsai of Plantlife, Rasenur, despite having inherited the massive plating from his old throwing star for defense, remains fleet footed and nimble, and few are the Matoran under his care in Le-Mana who can keep apace. Turaga of Ice. The former Toa Varsai of Ice, Eisenur, is cooler and calmer than ever. His inheritance from his glory days can be seen in the tundra plumage spilling down his shoulders like a regal shawl, allowing him to drift through the snowy currents of Ko-Mana and glide over the icy lakes with little effort. A gathering of wisdom in emergency before the Mana Stump. Wise and shrewd Meerur settles the debate- their hidden Toa Stones must be retrieved and put to use. The Multitude whom Follow Matoran of Earth Like most of his kindred, this fellow carries quaker-strike gauntlets for his right hand and a mighty spear for blowing up any hard to excavate lodestones and light stones alike. Matoran of Stone Not all Po-Mana scavengers are created equal, and some turn to piracy and prospering for loot out in the Sandy Seas. What they cannot keep, they sell - at a great hike in value. Dare you cross this scoundrel and his sabre? Matoran of Magnetism Tiefeka here is an oddity - the sole Fa-Matoran within Mana-Nuva, he is far more competently constructed than his lessors among the people, a great warrior in his own right made greater by the usage of his elemental power that seems far beyond what one would expect. When Makuta Cruxida's Rahi began invading the island his seemingly-impossible victories time and time again in defense of each Mana village gave him a near-legendary prestige, and this is thought to be behind the diminutive stature of the Toa Mava upon their formation. Maybe there is more to Tiefeka than meets the eye... The Heroes Toa Mava of Earth Toa Mava of Plantlife Toa Mava of Ice Rimestal is fearless - or perhaps merely mad - as he uses his lithe frame and great frost blades in conjunction with his Konohi to soar from vast heights, only to piledrive the opponent below and skewer them through with the tips of his swords. Toa Mava of Water Best suited to the aquatic environs of Ga-Mana, her bulk is not an issue in even the fiercest sea thanks to her paddle-like feet, and to the contrary has proven invaluable in cracking the teeth of many a ferocious Ga-Mana Kingfisher and their mutated relative, the Terodact Gulp. Toa Mava of Fire A trembling spirit of wrath lays in wait within the seemingly calm shell of Fusorai, leader of the Toa Mava. When his anger surmounts his reason the six arms of his rage are brought to bear in channeling his elemental power, exceeding the output of even his Pyro Scepter. And that is all for now. I have yet to develop backstories for Toa Mava of Plantlife and Earth but I hope the rest has offered you a glimpse into my widening world of the Island of Mana-Nuva.
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Hey guys it's me Gwideon. Today I have some pretty nice pictures for you but first let me get into the details of the photos. first of these where taken in a urban environment at around sunset. now let's get into it enjoy. That's it. I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to comment and stay awesome.
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Hello! This MOC is a remake of my old self-MOC - Onu-Matoran Fert. You can read full description on Flickr, if you want (photos are clickable). Any comments are welcome!
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This shall be the review topic for my humble little story that will never see the light of day beyond it's initial status on the comedies feed. Anywho, this review topic shall be used for discussion and idea submission purposes. By submission purposes, I mean adding a character into the story. It doesn't just have to be Bionicle. It can be Galidor, Ninjago, Ultra Agents, Hero Factory, you name it. My only criteria for that is that they have to be official sets. You can make submission for original characters if you want, but preexisting characters are far more likely to have a cameo or role in the story. Adios. -
This is a tale about two Matoran. They were also meta. Did I tell you that they are Matoran? Well, they're Matoran. Ah, there it is again... Matoran. AGAIN! Man, I'm good at this Matoran thing. Matoran. Oh! I almost forgot! Not only are they Matoran, they are meta! Alright, enough of that. This isn't just about Meta-Matoran, you know. The title can be misleading. Don't always trust anything that's written down. Life lesson right there. As the writer's mass-deprived hands reached down into the constraction parts pin, he continued on with the intent to construct a duo of memorable, poster-boy Matoran. Most of his constraction stuff by that point wasn't even his own design, so he sought to stop spending money on Protectors and design something himself. That's when it clicked inside his head. "That's it! I'll just take some uninspired inspiration from CallanLoF's minimalist Matoran designs! It'll be perfect!" thought the writer who's definitely not Professor Turnip. A few hours and a few quadrillion torso designs later, he had finally built his two poster-biomechanical beings. Their names soon came to be Lalex and Deklei. For the first few days after Lalex and Deklei's creation, the two were adored. I mean, seriously. They were displayed on the writer's desk so many times, you wouldn't believe it. That was until human psychology kicked in and stopped caring about the two, which led the writer to leave the two on a quaint display shelf next to all of his Monster Fighters sets. Little did he know, Toy Story rules apply to any hunk of plastic with a face. Or a name. Or the wishing for it to be alive. Alright, the rules are next to nonexistent, but the point still stands. Unfortunately, Lalex and Deklei were among the tens of tens of other, neglected models. Following that fateful day, Lalex and Deklei had attempted to make a life for themselves in this dystopia-for-toys known as the writer's bedroom. Needless to say, life was pretty tough out there. I mean, we've got Aldous Witch patrolling the place being all high and mighty. Ugh. (I hear Eljay wants to assassinate that guy...) "Deklei! Deklei! DEKLEI! OPEN YOUR VISION HOLES! WE HAVE TO GO TO THE DRAGON FIGHTS, REMEMBER?" screamed Lalex at the top of his lungs. "Alright! I heard you! No need to yell in all caps. Let's go, then." asserted Deklei. "Do you know about our method of transportation?" queried Lalex. "Why, yes I do. I could hardly forget about the fact that are walking there. It's really not that far." "Well, that would be right, but the minifigures are causing some major traffic in the Giant's Pass. We'll have to take a boat there." "A boat? Really? Couldn't we just catch the Ultra Dragon Bus?" "No can do. We don't have enough universe credits to hitch a ride on that thing. You spent it all on scarf made of pure silver, remember?" "Oh yeah, that. I guess you're right, though. That bus is too prestigious for a bus if you ask me about the prestigiousness of buses." "Must be pretty prestigious." "You have no idea. Anyway, how exactly are we going to the Dragon Fights again?" "Uh... we'll go through Giant's Pass." "Are you insane? The thing is still teeming with minifigures. Ain't no way we're going to go past them without being arrested for minifigure stomping." "Well... it's 10:45... and the fights have already started. The Pass should be at the very least 60% clear." After that unnecessarily long conversation, Lalex and Deklei bravely decided to go through the frankly deadly Giant's Pass in the hopes that they would make it through and catch the Dragon Fights before the irritating campaign ads for Kulta's potential presidential position. Writer's note: Will expand later.
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MOCing can be a lot of fun. You can find clever ways to use pieces, build some really cool stuff, and a lot more. Then there are those times when your idea looks better on paper. This is one of the latter moments. I can take more photos if you want.
