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  1. Title says most of it. I'll admit, I don't like this wave of HF that much, and prefer to think of it as not existing. The sets strike me as ugly for whatever reason, the story seemed really flat (we're fighting brain creatures until Stringer turns bad, could have predicted that), and the online game sends you around in circles. I do like the name though for it's meta properties (this is what happens when you try to inject brainy mystery into a different story, ha). So what do you think of it? Is this particular wave flawed compared to previous waves? An improvement?
  2. Wow, this game is hard. And King ;_;
  3. So, I have recently been working on writing an overall story for a way of bringing back Bionicle (the story in any case). I'm PRETTY sure that this is where it should go. Now I know that it is fraught with mistakes and things-that-could-never-happen. But why else would I put it on the most knowledgeable community about Bionicle? So that you all could point them out to me and give me ideas for revisions, of course! So, here it is, in its entirety of mistakes and strange occurrences. But I think the story is workable, so please post with comments, critisism (constructive), revisions, ideas, etc. And a note about footnotes: some may be missing, as this is my second draft and some of them got deleted. EDIT: I don't think this goes agains the S&T rules, as this is merely MY idea of one way it could be brought back. In the time before time, before any islands were raised in Mata Nui's dormant body, before any planets were in the universe, before Toa and Turaga alike, there were the Great Beings. They had always been there, and always would be there. And they looked upon some of their newest creations, the Staff1 of Division2, the Staff of Energy, and the Staff of Weather3. Seprately these staves wielded great power, but when brought together by the Toa wearing the Kanohi Elras, the mask of energy, it would bring such power as had never been seen before. An (at the time) unforseen problem was the fact that any being could use the staff4 once it was bound. This was a disastrous mistake, though, not entirely a mistake. Even in this pre-history evil lurked. During the forging of the spears it, though not having a physical body, bent it just slightly to its will, just enough for it to create this weakness. But having done this, its energy was sapped, and could do no more for many millennia. But it would return. But tens of thousands of years have passed since then. Mata Nui killed the Makuta, or so he thought. But there was peace. After slaying Teridax (or so he thought he did). After slaying Teridax and undoing the shattering, all the Toa, Turaga, and Matoran celebrated Mata Nui5 for many months. But after that, not much was seen or heard of him6. Before he left, he gave them the Mask of Life to put in the newly constructed Great Temple on Spherus Magna. When Aqua Magna fell back into Sphereus Magna, it crushed the Great Spirit Robot underneath it. Mata Nui assumed that Makuta was dead. The shell was full of energy, and the pressure exerted by the planets kept him alive, alive enough that he could wait until someone would come save him. And someone would. The Dark Hunters had heard of what had happened, and, knowing what a powerful ally Teridax could be, wanted him on theirs side. The Toa incarcerated all of the Dark Hunters. All the Dark Hunters they could find, that is. They didn't know of another exit from the body. The Dark Hunters rummaged around the planet, searching for items they needed. One of the items was the Mask of Life. They stole it from the Great Temple and brought it back inside the Great Spirit Robot. Using it, they powered up the robot enough to fix itself and fly to a nearby planet before crashing into the ocean there. The force exerted on the planet because of the Robot breaking out caused it to explode, re-doing the Shattering. Teridax put his spirit into a small cube called the Yukax before rigging the Robot to morph itself into a smaller size. The Shadowed One carried the Yukax out of the Robot before it convulsed upon itself, making a rather ramshamble-looking empty body for Teridax. They patched it up with some of the materials they collected from Spherus Magna. Using the Yukax and the Ignika, Makuta went into the body. He was alive again, and a side effect of the process was that the Mask of Life was now tainted by the evil it helped bring about. Which also meant that Mata Nui was now corrupted as well. The Toa weren't aware of this, but there was an overall feeling of unrest. The Toa tried to soothe this, and they did. They assured the Matoran that nothing was wrong, that Mata Nui must have just found something to do on another planet. They couldn't be farther from the truth. Makuta had regained most of his former energy, but kept hidden on the planet. He double-crossed the Dark Hunters and imprisoned the Shadowed One. Things kept going on Spherus Magna, but all was not well. Makuta had again spread dis-ease, this time stronger. The Toa couldn't stop it, and several matron went insane, causing destruction and dischord. The Toa hadn't seen Mata Nui for a long time, and were concerned that something had, indeed happened to him. At this time, as it had been in Makuta's plan to happen, the Toa sent out a signal summoning a seven Toa team. One of the Toa wore the Kanohi Elras. He was the only one of the seven to make it at the time. He searched all over the planets for the spears, and, having found them, bound them into the Great Spear. But not sooner had he done that that Makuta captured him and stole the Great Spear11 from him. And so begun the Days of Darkness. When, after a month, Mata Nui returned, the Toa, Turaga, and Matoran were horrified to see him team up with Makuta, becoming his 2nd in command. After a year of the Days of Darkness, the other six Toa arrived. They freed the seventh Toa, and, in doing so, accidentally freed the Shadowed One as well. He rallied most of the Dark Hunters to him again, and the Toa went together to fight the Makuta and cleanse the Mask of Life and free Mata Nui... Footnotes! 1. Duh! Spear and Spears, not Staff and Staves. 2. Yes, the same one Vezon had. 3. Whether or not, I ask myself. Perhaps it should be light? Or sound? No, it should be knowledge. 4. But there should be a staff. 5. After killing Makuta, he laid down in that protodermis again, and went exploring around on the planets and islands in spirit or Toa-sized form. 6. Oh yeah, he also gave them the Ignika, which they put in the Great Temple. 7. BTW! I didn't say it, but the Toa Mata (or rather, Nuva) were now Turaga when this happened. 8. Lol narrated by Turaga Tahu, not Vakama. 9. This section would actually be very long, providing several sets (of the Dark Hunters and the Toa guarding the Ignika), several comics, etc. I just didn't feel like writing an in depth story about it. 10. So we can use the Bionicle Symbol again! 11. There really should be a staff. Really.
  4. All righty, here I will be posting a story that I've been working on for the past week or so. I will keep working on the saga (this is only one of the stories in the saga). It is named Oklan (working name). As far as I know, it will be PG. If that changes later, I will notify you all. Here is the review topic. Chapter 1 Oklan opened his eyes, but shut them quickly when briny water splashed into them. No. The water didn't splash as much as it poured into them, as if it had been there first and was just filling a place that it should have been. He opened his eyes again. The salt water irritated his eyes and blurred his vision, but he was still able to see where he was. He was floating, submerged, in the ocean. He looked up and saw the sun sparkling above, probably ten or so feet. He swam up, and, bursting through the water, took a deep breath. It was only after he did so that he noticed that he didn't actually feel like he neededa breath; he had just done it automatically. He then looked down at his hands and noticed that they were quite wrinkled. I must have been in the water for a while, he thought. He looked around at the horizon and noticed the outline of an island about half of a mile off. He swam towards it slowly, saving his energy. After about fifteen minutes he turned around and floated on his back for a while. Once the sun had gotten too warm for his pale skin, he turned back over and swam again. He repeated this three times before dragging himself onto the beach. It itself was made of a slightly pink sand, while further up were many large rocks. Beyond that he couldn't see. He lay on the sand for several minutes before stiffly getting to his feet. As he walked on the sand, he realized that there were no footprints on the sand other than his. He walked towards the rocks, and, arriving there, started climbing up them. Oklan saw that up ahead was a rock that was quite a bit larger than the rest. He made his way to it and clambered up the side. Once he got to the top, he looked around at his surroundings. The ocean from which he had come seemed endless, though he doubted it was. On the pink-tinted beach he saw his lone set of footprints leading towards the rocks where he now stood. He turned around and looked on the other side of the rocks. It was primarily dense jungle, though he could see some small clearings of the trees in a few sections. No smoke rose from the jungle. Further out, he could see a mountain. The rock Oklan was standing on was hot from the sun and was burning his feet, so he carefully climbed down the way he had come. He clambered over the last few rocks before standing at the brink of the jungle. He parted a few bushes in his path while stepping into the lush forest. After the initial blockade of bushes, vines, and trees, Oklan realized that the jungle wasn't as dense as it had looked from the rock. There was enough room that he was usually able to move without having to push past anything. He walked for over an hour and the sun had started to slowly sink, darkening the forest. He walked by what seemed to be an impenetrable wall of vines when he felt a pull in that direction. He turned to face it, not sure what was happening, all the while feeling that he should try pushing past the vines. He tried parting them and found that he could do it easily. He walked through the vines. His vision blurred, then cleared all in the matter of a few seconds. He found himself in a surprisingly well-lit clearing. The light seemed to be centered on three small pools, not much more than dips in the ground. He walked over to them. One was filled with an opaque brown liquid, though nothing like mud. It was smooth and evenly colored, almost beautiful. When Oklan looked at the second, he thought it was empty. But then the light shifted and he realized that it was filled with the clearest liquid he had ever seen. The third was filled with a bluish-tinted liquid that was, like the second, very clear. Oklan was started when he heard a voice that seemed to come from everywhere. "Kyreth Oklan, you must choose from the three elemental pools before you. The first is Earth. The second, Air. And the third is Water." And then it was gone. Oklan was still trying to figure out where the voice had come from or who it belonged to when he noticed that light was pouring out from all three of the pools. He looked at them all again, more closely. Some small part of his mind called out for the water, so he went back over to it again. Small ripples went through the surface of the liquid when he got near it. "What do I do now?" he wondered aloud. The voice spoke again. "If you have decided, plunge your arm into the pool of your choosing." Oklan did so. A chill went through his entire body, followed by the feeling of something creeping up his arm. When he looked there, he saw that the water from the pool had started climbing up his arm. In a moment he felt as though he was , but not as though he had become it. It seemed as though the water had become him. A moment later, the feeling was mostly gone, though some small part of it stayed with him. When he looked into the pool, which hadn't gone down at all, there was no reflection of his face. He got up to look in the other pools, but found them empty. When he went over to the water pool again, it too was empty. Again he felt a pull, again, it was towards the wall of vines. He walked over to them and parted the vines before looking back longingly at the pools were, but found them completely gone. The ground had smoothed out and the area wasn't well-lit anymore. He turned again to the wall of vines and walked through.
  5. Here is the review topic for Oklan. Comments and critisism encouraged.
  6. I was thinking about how Ninjago's story compares to BIONICLE, specifically on the subject of character development. Now, naturally, what I'm about to say is going to be disputed. But personally, I feel Ninjago is stronger than BIONICLE in terms of character development, and here's why: Compared to BIONICLE, LEGO Ninjago explores its characters and shows their development on a much more individual level than BIONICLE often did. Obviously the TV-series format is a major asset here. Certain episodes can be geared towards exploring and developing certain characters. The ways that the Ninja have independently come to unlock their true potential in episodes seven through nine are good examples of this. Now, BIONICLE did have strong individual character development in certain arcs. Mask of Light showed individual growth for some of the Toa (mainly Tahu) as well as its stars Jaller and Takua. Legends of Metru Nui gave Vakama a great deal of character development. Vakama's character development continued in Web of Shadows, along with character development for Matau. Mata Nui underwent character development in The Legend Reborn. You should be sensing a pattern here. The strongest character development for individuals in the series tended to take place in movies-- or in the very least, during years that had movies to tie them together. The BIONICLE comics, on the other hand, had very little individual character development-- most of the Toa's challenges were overcome through teamwork, and thus individuals rarely had a chance to show growth-- at best, their already-acquired traits would shine when they were needed to help a teammate. The books are an odd case. Some of them were pretty great in terms of character development. My favorite story arc for character development was 2007, when we saw some great changes in personality among the Toa Mahri, and the reasons for these changes were explored. One of the most memorable scenes ever, for me, was when Jaller and Kongu discuss why Kongu had become such a joker since going on Jaller's quest. Kongu reveals that this was a coping technique he learned my trying to follow the example Toa Lewa set as a lighthearted free spirit. In this, an inconsistency between his 2001-2003 portrayal as a disciplined military leader and his 2006-2007 portrayal as comic relief was made into an example of personal growth. At the same time, I don't think this was character development that many readers caught onto, and it demonstrates how in BIONICLE, individual character growth took a back seat to adventure, happening mainly behind-the-scenes. It's similar to some of the character growth we see in Hero Factory under close examination. In 2010 Bulk was established as a dull character with little mental capacity, and a character bio mentioned that he was extremely self-conscious about this. Later, in Savage Planet, a big deal is made of the fact that he's been reading lately, culminating when Furno addresses him as "big guy", to which Bulk replies indignantly "I'm more than just the big guy!" For those fans who followed the story from its origins, this is monumental character development, but it mostly happened backstage. A similar perceived inconsistency, Natalie Breez's vocal feminism in Ordeal of Fire, wasn't really character development, but that characterization had previously been seen in 2010's Hero Factory FM podcast, when she came on as a special guest to rebuke Tibor Terrell's gag-worthy Hero Factory: The Musical, which cast her as William Furno's love interest. She was quick to point out that her responsibilities as a Hero came first, and she had no interest in romantic pursuits, especially with her teammates. She also spoke on how for outsiders, Hero Factory was usually associated with burly male Heroes, and that as a female Hero she hoped to do away with some of this prejudice. But back on topic. It's pretty clear to me that actual character growth, with characters uncovering answers about themselves and maturing as characters, did not tend to take the forefront very often in BIONICLE any more than it does in Hero Factory. Adventure is the name of the game. Is this a fault of Greg Farshtey's writing? Hardly. He handles character development and characterization quite well in the Ninjago theme. I can attest to the level of character development in the four Ninjago novels Kai: Ninja of Fire, Zane: Ninja of Ice, Cole: Ninja of Earth, and Jay: Ninja of Lightning. While the 2011 Ninjago TV episodes focused almost entirely on Kai, these four books explore all four Ninja's characters a lot deeper, even touching on things not explored in the TV show until the 2012 season like Zane's mysterious past and Jay's embarrassing upbringing. So I think the lack of individual character development in BIONICLE is more a symptom of its very objective-based storytelling and not any one author's storytelling style. In BIONICLE, there was always an overarching mission the Toa were pursuing. Hero Factory's story is also very objective-based, although the "objective" tends to be the more repetitive "capture the Monster of the Week". Ninjago's has objectives, but its objectives are often more individual than BIONICLE's. Each Ninja has their own reason for being a part of the team, not just because of the Power of Teamwork or the team being chosen for them by destiny and/or manufacture. And each Ninja has personal struggles to overcome if they hope to succeed as Ninjago's protectors. Any thoughts on this theory? I realize I rambled more than I probably should have, but I'd still love to hear if others agree, disagree, or think my reasoning is based on flawed principles in the first place and that BIONICLE had more outstanding character development than I remember.
  7. I just recently started reading up on Bionicle again after years of being removed from the series. Like I have the entire Glatorian series (from an unusually long subscription to LEGO magazine) and still haven't gotten around to reading it after the fist issue. And I'd like to start over from the beginning and experience all the elements of the story of Bionicle from the beginning. So I have a few questions. What is and is not canonical in the Bionicle storyline? Are their "tiers" of canon in the Bionicle canon as there are in many others? I'd assume anything coming from the mouth of Mr. Farshtey is king in the fandom, am I right? Are the books from C.A. Hapka "lesser" canon? Just general questions about what is and is not a part of the official story. Thanks for the help.
  8. Even though I have been with Bionicle for a long time, I have gotten the story a bit mixed up. I was wondering if someone (or several people) could write down the chronological story. And answer a few questions of mine: 1. So, Mata Nui is a big robot. And the MU is in that robot. How is this possible? And also, Makuta took over the MU, so, when his body was destroyed, wouldn't that destroy the MU? 2. How big is Spherus Magna? Because the gigantic robots were fighting on it and not "falling off" into space or something. 3. Agori and Matoran/Glatorian and Toa are about the same size, right? (Kinda comes into play with the previous question.) And, once you all have written this (if you do), how did you all learn it in the first place? The comic pretty much only covers the basic story. I would like to point out that I know most of the story, just not the order (for example, what was at the beginning of all time? What island was first, etc.) Thank you all for your time!
  9. [Following: Debrief log dictated by hostage [C33256.002] from 00.19.00 deviation from sector Beta e464.0000- n0213.0010 from orbital base Deimos over 00.14.00 x 04.18.00, Solar universal 0080 CST, marginal deviation Sector Gamma and Maintenance Crew Member [FT2o665.099] of Aries Construction Drone 009413 Class-R, Salvage and Repair Division.] [FT2o665.099]: This is just for the records. Nobody actually listens to these reports, so say whatever you want. [C33256.002]: You always expect things to go right, and when something goes wrong you wish you could take back all those decisions, but you know you just have to deal with it. That's what we're doing here. So when I reboot the power, just tighten the valves under the left console and we'll get the beacon back up. It's that easy. I'll be right back. That's exactly what she said, it's hard to forget. The hatch wound shut behind her before I could respond. That's what really haunts me. She knew she wasn't coming back and didn't make a big deal out of it. Who does that? I didn't think about it at the time, how she acted, but when the beacon came back on and I just sat there by the console waiting for her to come back; I thought about everything she did, the way she refused to look away, the way she didn't hesitate to climb out into the vacuum, and I began to doubt that I'd see her again. So many things can go wrong out there, you know? And now it just makes me sick, I want to cry. So then I kept thinking, because that's all I could do, just floating out there and waiting for someone to answer. She had her visor on, but she was looking me straight in the eye and said she was coming back, didn't even flinch or anything. Maybe she wanted part of me to doubt, maybe she just wanted me to stay together long enough to make sure her work didn't go to waste, I guess? Well it worked. [FT2o665.099]: Did you do anything else? You were passed out by the airlock when we boarded your ship. [C33256.002]: I remember getting up and going back to that door and sort of hoping I would bump into her and everything would be fine. I tried the lock, then I looked through the window and I saw the hose from her welding equipment wrapped around the handle. She welded the stupid door shut after her to make sure I understood that it wasn't an accident. [FT2o665.099]: That's why we had to cut it open? [C33256.002]: Right. And you know how the radio frequencies get all screwed up between the sub-transcopic fields when you're out on the hull like that? Well most people don't realise that you can still hear the end transmission click even over the silence. That little energy flare? That makes it through. So as I see what she did to the door, I hear that click from the radio on my hip. It's the end transmission thing, so I don't know when it started, right? For all I know, she had it taped down, talking to me the entire time, even though she knew I couldn't hear. Like, I think I know what that meant, but there's no way to be sure, is there? That's when I lost it. I just broke down, started crying. I couldn't do anything else, I didn't want to think about it. I still don't. [[C33256.002] pauses] [C33256.002]: This isn't a horror story or anything, it's not like I saw her body floating out there, all blue with the ruptured veins and gore like you hear stories about. I don't really know what happened to her. Look, the ship's down in your cargo bay, go ahead and tear it down if you like. She's not there. She just finished the job and pushed off. She's gone. I guess it's not a bad way to go, it just scares me, thinking about how she just treated it like one more thing on her to-do list to get me back home. Like, she didn't even care about what she was giving up, she didn't give me this big sacrifice speech and a grand goodbye, she just said she'd fix it and be right back and she knew she woudn't. I just can't get over that, I just-- was there something else to it? I'm just sitting here, and I think about what she did and what she said, and I don't know. [[C33256.002] unclips the transmitter from her belt] [C33256.002]: Here, here's my radio. I don't need it. [FT2o665.099]: Thanks for your time. [C33256.002]: Not that it matters. [Mission report from the maintenance crew of Aries Construction Drone 009413 Class-R, Salvage and Repair Division, pending file of anomaly in mission field: sector Beta e464.0000- n0213.0010 from orbital base Deimos.] [Class of incident: Abandoned ship/homing signal/salvage operation: T45, GT77, R1a.] [Expected compensation: None.] [Materials recovered and estimate value: Hostage, n/a.] [Reason for deviation: Homing beacon Aa885 activated 00.19.00 (estimate) deviation from standard return route.] [Estimate time: 00.11.00 x 04.10.22, Solar Universal 1900 CST, margin deviation Sector Beta.] [Time completion: 00.00.12.] [Materials used: Welding torch, 00.01.45 mmcs oxygen. Two crew members, 00.00.12 mmcs oxygen. 1a rations. 1 c-sep receptor for stasis pod.] [Estimated time return: 00.14.00 x 04.18.00, Solar universal 0080 CST, marginal deviation Sector Gamma.]
  10. But honestly, just telling everyone that Dume was just Teridax in disguise and he wanted the toa captured because MAKUTA ARE EVIL AND THEY DO JUNK LIKE THAT was kind of an awful move. I subscribe to the Janus headcanon as he described it at Cascade, where it's stated that Dume was a corrupt leader who could no longer protect his people through his senility. To that end, I wrote a story.
  11. This is the fourth installment of my 8-part short-story series. I am particularly excited to post this one, since I spent a lot more time on it than the previous three. So here, it is, Web of Karzahni! Web of Karzahni The wearer of the Olisi, the mighty Karzahni, stared around in horror. Dozens, no hundreds of Matoran were surrounding him. His Matoran; the ones he had made into his slaves.He turned his head back and forth, once again trying to raise his hand to strike them down, but to no avail. For some strange reason, his feet were riveted to the ground, and his hands were stuck to his sides, as if held there by glue. And the screaming, all around him, he heard shouts of pain, of anger, and of vengeance. There was one scream though, that towered over all the others, an earsplitting screech, one of distress and terror.Karzahni scanned the crowds of Matoran, searching for the source of this scream. After a while though, he realized that the scream was not coming from any of the Matoran, it was coming from him.Karzahni looked around as the Matoran converged on him, piling up over his body, beating him with their fists, and tearing his armored plates off. He screamed even louder as he was ravaged by them, why couldn’t he move?!One of the Matoran, one of stone, came into view, in his hand he held a hammer, and on his face he wore a Kanohi Komau. Karzahni stared at the Matoran, he recognized him from somewhere, and for some reason he was even more horrified by the Matoran’s presence. His eyes widened, and he let out one last scream that echoed around as the Matoran raised his tool, and brought it down on Karzahni’s heartlight… … Karzahni’s eyes snapped open. He looked around; he was sitting on his throne in his own realm. He tested his left arm, then the right; yes, he could move them both freely. Everything seemed normal once more, all except one thing; he was still screaming.Karzahni looked down at the ground, and immediately understood why any being would be screaming now. A Po-Matoran, who wore a Komau on his face sat at Karzahni’s feet, his eyes still closed. After a moment, the Matoran looked up and opened his eyes. Karzahni managed to say through his screams, “What … are … you?!”The Matoran replied, “You cannot explain sight to one who is blind.”Karzahni threw out a hand, sending the Matoran hurtling across the room. He pointed at the Matoran of stone and screeched, “Get him out! I never want to see him again!”Two Matoran clad in dull gray armor that may have once matched the colors of their elements grabbed the Po-Matoran and dragged him away, though the servant of stone put up no resistance.Karzahni watched him go, his screams finally dying down in his throat, whether this was because the Matoran was gone, or because he was growing hoarse he did not know.As the three Matoran disappeared from his line of sight, Karzahni remembered back to when this Matoran had first arrived. His name was Velika; he had come from a land he would not reveal, though his homeland was of no interest to Karzahni, so he hadn’t bothered to force the information out of him.The Matoran’s friends had sent him here because they believed him to be insane. Karzahni dismissed this notion almost immediately, and had attributed Velika’s problems to laziness. But whenever Velika had been told to work, he had replied with strange riddles, and showed no signs of complying. Karzahni had punished him physically, but when it showed no signs of changing the stubborn Po-Matoran, Karzahni had been forced to use a different approach.He had ordered Velika to be brought to him, and commanded him directly to work, giving the Matoran one last chance to comply, but the Matoran had simply said, “You cannot teach a Gukko to fly by striking it.”Karzahni had activated his mask power, but then something had changed. Karzahni’s Mask of Alternate Futures was supposed to create an alternate reality within a dream that Karzahni chose based off the target’s past, but instead, Karzahni himself had ended up within his own alternate reality, with Matoran surrounding him. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Velika was supposed to be the one experiencing the nightmares, not him. Karzahni shuddered, and tried to push the thoughts out of his head, but he would never truly be the same… … Velika hit the ground and slid several bios across the dusty ground. He glanced back behind him at the two Matoran who had thrown him. It made him so sad, thinking of how helpless and defeated they must feel.He turned and looked at what lay in front of him: a tunnel, with a worn out and barely visible inscription written at its entrance. Even if the words had been clear, nobody would have been able to read it; nobody, except Velika, for it had been he who had etched the letters into the stone so long ago. He walked up to the inscription, and fury built up inside him, for the inscription read, “The path of hope.”Velika walked into the tunnel, following its straight and narrow path, reflecting on the incident he had had with Karzahni as he went.Inside this body, Velika still possessed the ability to negate mask powers, and even had the ability to use them against a target if he concentrated enough. But alas, that was all he was capable of.Being inside a Matoran body had its limits, but when the time was right, Karzahni would pay for what he had done. Velika hated to kill one of his own creations, but the tyrant would be too much of a danger to the plan if he wasn’t disposed of at some point.He considered Artakha, Karzahni’s ‘brother,’ though he had not had a chance yet to see him in his new form, Velika figured that he too would be a problem, and would have to be removed as well.Velika turned his mind from his plans for correction, and decided to think about what had gone well. He had managed to leave the land of Karzahni without being forced to hurt any Matoran or the Manas that guarded the entrances, and was now on his way to the island of Voya Nui, an island that would become a very important ground in the future.This was not by accident either; it was because the island housed one of the most powerful objects in the universe, The Kanohi Ignika, the Mask of Life. It would be Velika’s mission, if possible, to protect the mask from those would wish to use it for evil, and guide the rightful heir to the mask.Velika smiled a little as he thought of the herald, a Ko-Matoran named Matoro. Unlike any other being in the universe, Matoro’s mind was designed and based off of a Great Being, one named Angonce. Matoro would, if the plan succeeded, bring the mask to the core of the universe and enter the Codrex. There he would reawaken Mata Nui. Velika stared ahead, pushing all these thoughts away, and focusing on the long journey that lay before him…
  12. It started one day in a large battle of the Toa Mata Vs. Bohrok...Lewa: "Toa Tahu, we are surrounded!"Tahu: "Excellent! We can attack in any direction we want!"Pohatu: "Well, works for me! "*Pohatu steps on a Gahlok and Kopaka frezzes its Krana*Gali: "Brothers, let us remeber why we fight"Tahu: "Yes sister. We fight for honor. We fight for justice. And we fight for VICTORY CAKE! "Lewa: No one speak-told me of this 'Victory Cake' But I want ALL OF IT! "Gali: "Oh rly? "Tahu: "Ya rly"Onua: "Can I be in this episode? "Pohatu: "No."Kopaka: "Well, goodnight everyone! Chapter 2 coming soon!"*Kopaka gets a Tahnok thrown at his face*Onua: "Thats what you get for breaking the fourth wall!"Gali: "Where is a Tracker jacker nest when you need one? Seriously people..."Ceaser Flickerman: "The venom of a Tracker Jacker can cause powerful hallucinations "Katniss: "Ugh, don't remind me... Rue did not have the best idea there. Well, at least I am alive... PRESEDINT SNOW, Y U KILL MY SISTER??"Luke Skywalker: "This is NOT The Hunger Games!"Peeta: "This is NOT Star Wars either! But I love Star Wars..."Tahu: "SHUT UP!"Golum: "We are trying to get this comedy to over 300 words! My precious word check... my precious..."Lewa: "Enough with the quirrel-fight! Lets just see-watch a movie marathon!"Onua: "YAY!!! POPCORN! OH YEAH!"*Katniss shoots Tahu with an arrow to shut him up*Gali: "He he! "More chapters coming soon!
  13. All comments appreciated. Thank you! The Guardian You open with the inside of an amusement park. You see kids and adults playing in all ends of the pools. Some are wearing floaters and others are diving off boards or searching for toys in the bottom of the pool that others had thrown there, as the wade pool pulls and pushes older kids and parents around. You see others trying to hold their breaths the longest and some racing others to get to the other end of a pool. You then see a young girl go up on some stairs. She climbs and climbs until she reaches the top. She then walks forward a little and stops. A holding bar and the beginning of the long twist and turn slide take hold of the girl’s view of sight. She walks slowly towards the starting point. She looks at the water flowing down to the bottom and all the turns that are in the slide. She then notices the short dark tunnel in the middle of the slide so she looks up at the lifeguard with a worried look on her face.Lifeguard: It’s alright honey! You don’t have to go down if you don’t want to.The young girl then looks down again to see her mom and dad waiting for her at the bottom, standing on either side of the slide in the water. You see that the slide goes all the way to the bottom of the pool. She smiles and waves as they wave back at her. She then takes a deep breath and stands up straight almost like she is a gymnast getting ready to start a routine. She then grabs onto the handle, takes one last look at the lifeguard, and pulls herself down the slide. She screams and laughs as she slides down until she sees the tunnel coming closer to her. Before she reaches it, she sees the inside rotate and open at the bottom before the entrance into it. A figure comes out, looks at her, and then dissipates into a puddle of water. She tries to stop, but is unable too. She becomes scared until she enters the tunnel and sees four dark emblems light up. When she leaves, she is laughing again and screaming like she did before, as if nothing ever happened. She then reaches the bottom and goes over to her parents.Mom: So how was it sweetheart?Young girl: It was so much fun mommy. Can I go again?Dad: Of course you can April. We’ll wait for you down here.Young girl: Yeah!April then hurries out the pool and starts speed walking to start the climb up the stairs again. As she does, you head towards the building with the concession area and the shower and changing rooms. You head through the concession part to the front of the building with the persons taking the money or tickets to enter. A whole row of people pay, hand tickets, and listen to which room they should go to. A girl dressed in clothes goes up to them with a piece of paper in hand.Counter person: Hello! What can I do for you?Woman: Um! Yes! Hi! I was given this application a few days ago. A Brianna told me to bring it back today. She told me she would be here today.Counter person: Oh right! She told me about you. Um! One sec.The counter person taps another lifeguard who then jumps to the counter and begins taking money and tickets. She opens part of the counter and lets the woman through.Counter person: Alright, my name is Stephanie. Brianna is on lifeguard duty if you’ll just follow me.Woman: Oh, ok! My name is Elle.Stephanie: It’s nice to meet you Elle. Now let’s see! Ah! There’s Brianna. She’s is over by the diving boards. Hey! Brianna! Your new recruit is here.Ella looks across the pool where the lifeguard Brianna is speaking with another lifeguard. She waves at Ella.Brianna: Hey Ella! Be right there!Ella waves back and watches as she hands her whistle to the lifeguard she was speaking with. He is really handsome and as Brianna walks away, she and he meet eyes. They continue staring at each other after he gets up into his chair. Brianna is then standing in front of her.Brianna: Hey there Ella! It’s good seeing you again.Ella: You too.Brianna: Alright Stephanie! Thank you for your assistance with our new lifeguard.Stephanie turns around and walks away just as Ella gets a really confused look on her face.Ella: Your new what?Brianna: Lifeguard silly!Ella: But you haven’t even conducted an actual interview with me.Brianna: Silly Ella! When you are the owner of a swimming pool and your best friend since like kindergarten finally comes home from her third year at the stupid University of Florida for a spring break and wants to work with her best friend, you don’t need an official interview thing-a-mi-jingy to know that she will be hired on the spot. So what’s new with you Ella?Ella smirks a little.Brianna: Oooooo. Is there a boy I should know about?Ella: No! There was, but…Brianna: Oh no! What happened?Ella: Nothing happened. It’s just that like all the other boys I’ve dated. I go out with them for like three dates and then I find out that they have another girlfriend they aren’t telling me about and that just makes me feel like I’m just the girl guys wanna date when something is going wrong in their own relationships. I don’t think I’ll ever find someone.Brianna: I’m sorry El.Ella: No! Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine just like all the others I didn’t even get to really know. Hi, my name’s blah blah blah and then ‘BOOM’ there are the true girlfriends.Brianna: Don’t say that Ella. You’re great! Forget about them. Don’t forget what your mom always said. There is always something planned for every person. I’m sure I can still get you finally laid by working here and you won’t have to worry about them not calling you or having another girlfriend. I know which do, which don’t. Which are exactly you type, which have no clue and can’t take a hint. I’ll pick you someone great. In fact, I already took the liberty of picking one for you.Ella: That’s sweet of you Brianna. It really is. Seriously though, don’t you think I’m a little old to be told who I can and can’t go out with?Brianna: Okay! Okay! But I’m still gonna hook you up.Ella sighs and then laughs with her best friend as Brianna throws her arm over Ella.Brianna: Come on! Follow me! Let’s go over the basics of lifeguardiandum or something like that.Ella: Lifeguardiandum?Brianna: It’s a new things.Ella: If you say so.They continue walking back to the office building and you see the unusual shape on the slide from before peering at them.
  14. Here is another story I wrote several years ago. I'll try to add more every day, but looking over what I have for this, I'll have to finish the ending, since I have yet to do so. All comments appreciated. Thank you! Drake Open with scenes of a countryside and then of a car driving down the road.Mother: Now I know that you've never met your grandfather because of his disapproval of your father, but he feels really bad that he never took the chance to get to know you. All he knows about you is what he has seen in those pictures of you I sent to him. He also told me that he missed those letters you wrote to him.Crimson: Mom, I was seven and dumb when I wrote those. Why did he choose now to meet me in person?Mother: Well, because he is getting old and he must want to make up for everything he didn't do in his life, such as spending quality time with his only granddaughter. You shouldn't worry. He is a really great person. He lives in a huge mansion, so I am sure you won't have trouble finding something to do.Crimson: I would rather hang out with my friends, since I have to go back to school in the fall.Mother: Oh, come on Crimson! I mean, it isn't gonna be the whole summer. It's not like it's the end of the world!Crimson: It is when you have to drive an hour and a half to the nearest mall.Mother: Please just give it a chance Crimson.Crimson: Fine!Mother: Thank you! Oh, look! We're here!Crimson looks out the car window as they pull up to the mansion with amazement spread across her face. They get out and a butler grabs her bags, while she grabs her bicycle. Her mom goes around the car.Mother: Alright dear! Now I am gonna leave you, but I promise to call you later.Her mom gets back into the car and rolls down the window.Crimson: What am I supposed to call him?Mother: Grandpa, of course! He'd love that. See you dear!She drives off and leaves Crimson.Crimson: That's easy for you to say. Hmmm!She walks through the gate up to the stairs with her bike, leaning it against the hedge, and then up to the doors. She goes in and looks up and around.Crimson: Wow! Where is everyone?She begins walking further into the room. She sees a small set of stairs lead to a window and a door. Her curiosity entices her to go up and into the room. She goes in, shuts the door, and notices the only glimpse of light comes from the sun through tiny cracks of a covered window. She begins to search for the light switch. She turns it on and sees the room is filled with coffins. She gets nervous and does not realize that there is one of the standing up coffins behind her. It opens and a man walks out, he sees Crimson, and raises his hands to her shoulder. He lays them on her and she turns and backs up between two coffins. They open and she runs next to the window. They leave their coffins and begin to walk towards her. She gets scared until she realizes that there is a window begins her. She rips everything down and they hurry back to their coffins. She then runs out. She runs down the stairs and trips. Guy on the second floor...Guy: Hey! Are you alright?She looks up at him, gets up, and runs for the door.Guy: Wait! Where are you going?He hurries down and chases after her. Once outside, she gets on her bike and goes to leave the property. He comes outside, sees her, and gets on his motorped, which is conveniently located near where hers was placed. He rides after her. When she heads out on the street, a car almost hits her and sends her into the grass on the other side of the street. He gets off his motorped and rushes to her.Guy: Are you alright?She looks up at him.Crimson: Uh! Yeah! I think so!Guy: Come on! I'll help you up.He helps her up and she becomes weak and falls into his arms.Guy: I guess not.You see him pick her up and then her waking up. It's night time. She sees a man sitting next to the fireplace. She gets up and begins walking towards him.Grandpa: So, you're finally awake?Crimson: Yeah! Do you know that there are people in one of your rooms here? They tried to attack me.Grandpa: Yes!Crimson: What? But they tried to kill me.Grandpa: Only because they didn’t know who you are.Crimson: Oh! So what if I didn’t get out of there and they did kill me, would you have cared? Would you have even called the police?Grandpa: No! I wouldn’t have done either.Crimson: How could you?She turns and begins to walk away.Voice: Because I told him too.
  15. I wrote this about 5 or 6 years ago and decided I would share it with you. It's pretty long, so it'll take several days to share it all with you. I accept all critique. Thank you! Black Cross Open with four doctors running from the hospital doors at night to an ambulance arriving with its sirens on. The doors of the bus open and two paramedics and a man emerge as they bring a pregnant woman, covered in blood, out. The man grabs her hand when she reaches the ground and the woman is rushed in.Doctor: What happened?Paramedic: She was bit.Doctor: By what?Man: A man!Doctor: A man!Man: We were at home watching the TV when my wife's water broke. When we were on our way to the hospital, the car died. Since we were only two blocks away, I asked my wife if she thought she could make it, but her contractions were getting closer so we went to the nearest house. I sat her on the porch swing and went in with their permission, but when I came back out, I saw a man biting her neck. She was unable to move and when I went to try and help her, another man jumped out after me, but I knocked him to the ground, so he ran off. The other man followed and then the ambulance showed up.Doctor: No man could make holes like these.They enter an empty room where the wife is situated on the bed and another doctor prepares to deliver her baby as others try to control the bleeding and a crash cart is brought in.Another doctor: Alright ma'am! I need you to push.Woman: I can't.Man: Yes you can Caroline. The baby and you are going to be fine.Caroline: But it hurts so much Joe.Joe: I know baby, but you'll see. Isn't it worth all the pain and tears to bring our child into this world and raise her together, as a family?Caroline: Alright! I'll do it for our daughter.Doctor: Alright then! Push Caroline! Push!She begins to push and scream until the baby comes out and they all smile. The screen then begins to beep after the doctor hands the mother the baby girl and the father holds her little hand. The doctor hands the baby to the father and moves him out of the way with help from the nurses.Joe: Caroline?She drops her hand and Joe moves closer to get a better look at the situation and to consult with the doctor as the baby begins to cry.Joe: Is she alright?Doctor: Please remove him from the room.Joe: Wait! No!A nurse escorts him out of the room, he looks in to see the doctors surrounding his wife, and then you see them a few hours later sitting outside the same room. A nurse confronts him about his wife. You see him begin to cover his face with one hand and the nurse then walks away. He then speaks to his newly born daughter.Joe: I'm sorry baby! It looks like we've both lost someone special tonight, but I'll take care of you. You'll never lose me. I'll always be there for you. You'll never have to worry my sweet Kara.He then puts her near his neck, on his shoulders, and you see a birthmark of a black cross on her neck. You see a close-up of it and then you see her nineteen years later with the same birthmark in a car with headphones on. You see her listening to her headphones and moving her head to the rhythm of her music. Her father notices this in his rearview mirror.Joe: Kara!She hears him and takes her headphones off. You can partly hear the music.Kara: What?Joe: We haven't talked since we left the campus grounds. So, how was school? Did you enjoy your classes?Kara: It was alright. Classes are good. Easy.Joe: Good! Good!Kara: Now can I listen to my music?Joe: No Kara! I haven't seen you since the fall, let alone received a single phone call or an update of how you were doing.Kara: I told you! I did fine! Ok? Now if you don't mind, I just want to relax and listen to my music.Joe: Kara, give me the iPod.Kara: No!Joe: Kara!Kara: No!Joe: Give me the iPod Kara!Joe turns around and tries to take the iPod.Kara: No! Let go! Stop! No! Dad! Look out!Joe turns around to see a deer in the road and he turns the wheel hard and fast enough that the car turns upside down with Kara and Joe yelling inside the car. When it stops turning Kara crawls out and then tries to find her father on a gimp leg.Kara: Dad! Dad! Can you hear me?She goes around to the other side and tries to open the door and rips it off and holds it for a second.Kara: Whoa! Not again!She then throws it out of the way and gets down on the ground.Kara: Dad? Oh, please!She looks in and sees him with his face against the air bag.Kara: Dad?He slowly opens his eyes and weakly speaks.Joe: Kara! Are you alright?Kara: Yeah! I think I sprained my ankle, but I'll be fine! Are you sure you're alright?Joe: Yeah! Lucky for me the air bag deployed and I was wearing my seatbelt, but my leg hurts a little.Kara: I'm so sorry dad. This is all my fault.Joe: No, it's not! I should have been paying attention to the road and just let you relax.Kara: But that's what I meant dad. If I wasn’t so upset about being dumped, this never would have happened.Joe: You have a boyfriend.Kara: Had, until he thought a semi-long distance relationship wouldn't work, but it’s probably because I told him you were a police officer.Joe: Yeah, that seems to work really well.Kara: Dad!They both laugh, but when she turns her head towards the end of the car, she sees it is leaking.Kara: Oh no!Joe: What? What is it?Kara: The car's leaking.Joe: Don't worry. Stay calm. We're fine as long as there are no sparks or flames.Kara: Dad, we're in the middle of a desert in Arizona, one of the hottest states in the United States.Joe: Right! Right! Oh! There was a sign about a mile back there. It said the next town is about four miles from here. It will be dark soon so I think I'll be fine until you get back.Kara: No! I won't leave you!Joe: Don't worry Kara! I'll be fine! Just reach into the glove box and get me my gun.Kara: Ok!She goes back to the other side and opens the glove box. She pulls out his gun and notices his water bottle and grabs it too and goes back to the other side.Kara: Here you go Dad!Joe: What's this?Kara: Well we're in the desert. I'm sure you're going to get thirsty. Oh, and here. Kara reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pack of gum and hands it to him.Joe: Gum?Kara: Yeah! It keeps the saliva going.Joe: Oh, thanks! Alright Kara! I need you to help me down when I unfasten my seatbelt so I can get out.Kara: I can't do that. You'll get hurt even more. We don't even know what's wrong in the first place.Joe: Yes you can! It’ll be alright! I think I just fractured my ankle. I can still move my legs and feet.Kara: Ok dad!He reaches for the belt and gets his finger ready to push.Joe: Ready?Kara: Yes! Now!He pushes it and she holds his shoulder and head as he slowly pushes himself out of the seat to the ground. His leg is bleeding and parts of his clothes are torn and bloody as well from minor cuts. She pulls him out of the car and helps lean him up against the side.Joe: Alright, now go!Kara: It’s alright dad! You’re right! It is probably just a sprain. I can shoulder you the four miles.Joe: Don't worry so much. I can handle myself. Besides, I know you'll come back with help.She stares at him for a moment and looks around to see if a car was hopefully coming, but then bends back down beside him.Kara: I love you dad!Joe: I love you too Kara!Kara: I promise to come back with help.She gets up and begins to hobble down the road.Joe: Good luck Kara!She stops at his words and then continues. You see her a ways down the road with no sign of the accident. She is more tired now because of hot sun and injured leg. She sees the sun beginning to set and behind her in a distance from the road, you see a close-up of a cave. Next you see her at night time exhausted and hobbling real slow like. She then sees four bright lights coming from a school-sized bus. They stop next to her and a man and woman come out of the bus.Woman: Are you alright miss?Kara: No! My dad and I were in an accident. I need to get help.Man: Well, I have a phone on the bus. You can come with us and we can take you into town in the morning.Kara: Oh thank you!Woman: Alright! Come on! I'm Kasey and this is Jay.Kara: It's nice to meet you. I really appreciate this.Kasey: Don't mention it.They let her on the bus first and then they follow after giving smirky looks to each other. After she’s on, she sees that everyone looked like they were going to a rock concert and was acting like it too. She finds an open seat in the back and sits down.Jay: Alright everyone. Let's get this show back on the road.Everyone begins to scream, "Whoa!" You then see the bus move and a ways back down the road she came from, you see her on the bus on a cell phone.Kara: Yes! Thank you! Tell him not to worry about me or my leg and I'll see him in the morning.She pauses.Kara: No! I don’t want to stop these people that picked me up from their plans. Thank you though. I’ll be there tomorrow.She gets off the phone and hands it to Jay.Kara: Aaah!Jay: So everything's set then!Kara: They're coming now. Thank you guys so much. I don't know how to thank you.Kasey: No need to thank us. Just enjoy yourself tonight.Kara: I'll try, but I don't think I'll be able to, not with this leg or knowing that my father is probably worrying about me. Maybe I should go wait with him.Kasey: Don't worry! It'll be fine! Besides we’re already here.Kara: Really?She peers out the window. You then see them leave the road and drive towards the cave. They all leave the bus with Kara exiting last. The bus then drives off behind the cave. You hear music come from the cave and she follows everyone else into the cave. When inside, you see the final persons go in and two men pull on strings that are attached to a boulder to block the exit. She hobbles farther in to the cave and sees everyone dancing with a group playing on the stage. She continues through the small crowd and as she does, you see a man with two women dancing around him and watching her every movement. She gets to the other side of the crowd and notices that there is a long tapestry against the wall that is moving. As she moves towards it you see the same man behind her. She pulls back the tapestry and goes in. she finds a dark room, which appears to be someone's bedroom. She shuts her eyes and rubs her face, signifying her exhaustion when she sees the huge bed. She walks over to it and sits on it and then brings her legs to her chest, and then lifting up her pant leg to see how swollen and red it is.Man: Are you ok? The story continues in Black Cross Part 2...I couldn't remember how to add directly to here, but I got it on the Part 2 one.
  16. Silence filled the room along with the early morning light through two dusty windows. A clock on the nightstand read 6:59. The middle colon symbol, separating the two numbers, was flashing, counting each passing second until it reaches the sixty needed to add a minute. Soon the count is over and that loud beeping sound disrupts the silence and the person lying under the covers. An arm extends from under them and taps the snooze button before it retracts back to its place of rest. After a few more seconds, the covers rise and the shape of a women emerges from beneath the matching blue and silver sheet and comforter set. She slides to the edge after removing the hair from her face with a quick blow upwards and slips off and into the bathroom across the room. Several minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom in a sharply dressed outfit with her previous tank and shorts laying on the hamper just inside the bathroom. Her hair was no longer the nest it was when she awoke, but now was shown in its neat, natural curly state, as she heads to the closet. She removes a pair of dress shoes from its brown box and precedes to the bench at the end of the bed to put them on. She peers at the clock once more as she rises and walks through her box-filled apartment and out on the sidewalk looking at the classifieds in the newspaper she grabbed from the stand near the door of her apartment. She stops searching as her fingers come across a position in a music store. She then hails a cab and pays the driver and thanks him before exiting it after reaching her destination. She enters the store and spots a lady at the counter, so she approaches her to inquire about the position from the newspaper. She says, "Hello! May I help you?". Leah, determined to acquire this position, yet still nervous about applying, replies "Um, yes! I would like to speak to the owner about the job position opening here." The owner flipped through the papers in her hand and said, "Well, you found her. My name is Tina." She sets the papers down and looks at Leah curiously for a few seconds before Leah responds. "Oh! My name is Leah!" "Nice to meet you Leah! Why are you interested in working here?" "Well, because I love music and I worked as a dj's assistant for a couple years." "Why did you quit that job?" "School. I wanted to go to college here and it 's too far away to continue. There was a perfectly good university back home, which would've allowed me to continue with my job, but I felt more drawn to here. Not necessarily the school, but I felt like this is where I am meant to be." Tina suddenly becomes more interested and walks around the counter and halfway circles Leah, who's face becomes confused. Wanting to ignore the awkward situation revolving around Tina and her, but still focused on getting this job above any other, she responds, "Sorry, but do you have an application I could possible take and fill out." Tina stops and looks directly at Leah's face. "No! There's no need! You're the best candidate for the job. Come on! Let's meet the crew! They're right over here." They walk over to the group. "Alright girls, listen up! This is going to be your new co-worker Leah! Introduce yourselves to her. A short-haired brunette stepped forward first and said, "Hi! My name is Emma!" "I'm Felicia," responds a tall, skinny redheaded girl. A short, light blonde girl walks closer to Leah and extends her hand. Leah shakes it as she replies "Amy! Nice to meet you!" The final girl who eyes Leah first, walks closer as well and flips her long brunette hair while saying, "Of course, you saved the best for last. I'm Whitney!" After Whitney is done, Emma says, "Don't mind her! She's just in love with herself and any reflection of her she sees." "They're just jealous of me." Tina and the girls all laugh, except Leah, who only smirks, as Whitney crosses her arms. "It's not funny!" Tina quickly became focused and said, "Alright now girls! Get back to work. Come on Leah! I'll show you around the rest of the store." They leave the group and go back into the storage room.*Let me know how it sounds so far. All comments considered for future writing. Thank you!
  17. Alright, so some of you may have seen this MOC I did awhile back, called the Storyteller. I made changes to him based off suggestions given by you guys, and gave him more straight feet (I used Glatorian neck parts instead of the Hordika neck parts), and i made his arms the same length. I decided to add him to my story, and he will be appearing at some point in the near future in Secrets of the Star. I also decided to give him a little group of followers. The two with black hips are guardsmen, and the one with the Volitek is a female character that I'm not sure how will work in with the story. Also, you're probably wondering why I'm calling them Tohunga, instead of Matoran. It is because in my book, Tohunga are a sort of super Matoran, kind of like a Turaga, except they've never been Toa. They have the ability to use their masks and directly channel their powers in small amounts.Front: http://www.brickshel...group_front.jpgBack: http://www.brickshel..._group_back.jpg
  18. Depression The emptiness overwhelmed me in the dark bedroom. Nothing was like it should be in the world…outside, no moon hung overhead with its silver glow; inside, everything was unclean and dirty, things layering the floor of the room. I didn’t care for anything around me, for nobody cared for me. I could express my love and caring nature to my friends, family – yet they just let it fly over their heads. There was only one that seemed to care, but he was a person that was just a distant human being that I couldn’t get close to. I wanted to, but we were thousands of miles apart.I had known him for a year, and every time I conversed with him, I felt all the depressing things in the world were replaced with color and life, a feeling I only felt when I talked to him. Outside of that almost fantasy-like reality, everything was bleak and grey, without any happiness. I would have felt better invisible to the world, if it were not for him. Without his existence, I would have the immediate ability to leave the world, slip away from reality and fall to a silent, unseen lifestyle.But his being so far away made everything worse, making me grieve for things around me, not to mention myself. Tears of rage and sadness consumed me every night as I fall to sleep, and all that was left in slumber was fantasy dreams and things that could never happen in that cold, bitter reality that I lived in.I sat in the desolate bedroom, every inanimate object seeming more like ghosts or simply colorless and grey objects. To me, the world seemed like a black and white film, but it had no end. I was huddled at the corner of the room, hugging my knees as I cried. As hard as I cried, I felt no pain, as if things had just become numb. I was in old clothes, a pair of simple grey leggings and a grey sweater-like shirt. Just as bleak as the atmosphere I was seeing now.I felt that sense of emptiness that couldn’t be cured until something could fill the void, but nothing could. I knew in my heart nothing could – I was so lonely, desperate for somebody to be there for me, a friend that I could be with. And he…he could be here now. If only he knew what I felt like, to throw away that transparent masquerade of being happy when I talked to him. If he were close by, here now…I would simply embrace him, cry on his shoulder until he could make all the pain and the numbness and the loneliness just leave the world.If only it could be done so simply.But I sat there, knowing nothing could be done so easily as that. And I let the world envelope me into that same bleak grey packaging, and I cried, letting the tears trickle down my cheeks. Nobody could make this depression slip away with such ease, not just as easily as a piece of paper slipping between two fingers – only him.I stood up, unstable and helpless in my almost crippled and sorrowful state. I let my body become limp and fall onto the bed, slipping the soft blanket over me. And I cradled and cried myself to sleep, letting the sickeningly happy fantasies come to life inside my head.Within the windmills of my mindI let the dreams come to playAnd finally when the fantasies endThe depression of the world comes again ~:~ I haven't been writing since my SSC8 contest entry, and for some reason I wanted something a little different. Although this is probably ultra depressing, I decided to try something new, like an exercise to capture the mood and attitude of characters. Still, I wrote it only a few minutes ago - the story was meant to be short and sweet, before somebody mentions length. Comments and critique are welcome.
  19. This is a short story I wrote based on Xel'naga, a god-like species not unlike the gret beings.IMPORTANT NOTICE: this is fan-made. Some assuptions and exagerations are made.The Legacy of the GodsStarting All Systems…All Systems Started.Current Time is 01/10/72 000 000 000Last Time Online: 9/24/48 000 000 000Accessing Power Core…Power Core Not Found.Accessing Emergency Power Generator…Emergency Power Generator Accessed.Retrieving Data…Data Retrieved.Start Last Transmission: Yes/NoStarting Last Transmission…My name is Terus-Osiri.I am the last of my people.This is my story.I was born into the fourth generation of our cycle. At this point, we, the Xel’naga, or ‘Wanderers from Afar,’ as we called ourselves, had been present for almost thirty million years. The primitive races we found in our travels between the stars worshiped us as gods, for we were the most powerful race this universe has ever seen. But even gods do not live forever, and our arrogance would be our downfall.We may have been blessed with incredible power, but we were also cursed. As we reached the end of our cycle, we would begin to die by the trillions, until we were no more. Then it happened. The signs began appearing. It soon became apparent that our cycle of tens of millions of years was coming to a close. In desperation, our leaders came up with an audacious plan. We were to find two races, each with a key component, and genetically evolve them closer to us. Long after our cycle had ended, the two races would merge, and we would be re-incarnated.We searched far and wide throughout the Milky Way, but we all the species we tested failed. And then we chanced upon the planet Auir, in a distant sector of the galaxy. Its luscious forests teemed with life, great waterfalls spanned its surface, and towering trees climbed their way to the sky in a cascade of emerald. There we found a race of primitive humanoid aliens with glowing eyes and psionic abilities. Believing we had found the first component, Purity of Spirit, we named the race Protoss, meaning `firstborn`. We then set about influencing their genetic code, and uplifting them to our standards.Protoss technology, intelligence and psionic powers advanced at phenomenal rate. They soon developed interspace travel after only a couple thousand years. Then, disaster struck. A side effect of our pushing the psionic link that all Protoss share to its limits, was that the Protoss began to lose their psionic powers. Very quickly, the entire Protoss race descended into varying degrees of insanity, resulting in the bloodiest civil war the galaxy has ever seen. We left Auir shortly after, having declared the Protoss experiment a failure. We could only hope that someday the Protoss would re-discover the psionic link, and end their madness.We then found the second component, Purity of Essence, in the form of small, insignificant, insect-like larvae on the inhospitable planet Zerus, which was pitted with volcanoes, and contained a near combustible climate. We named them Zerg, and quickly evolved them to be able to assimilate other races into the Zerg Swarm. We spent more time evolving the Zerg due to the failure of the Protoss, but it was a delicate balance. Our extinction was drawing ever nearer, and we wanted to finish in time. Despite our near-perfect evolution of the Zerg, I was alarmed at the speed which the Zerg infested Zerus. All other races on the planet were either assimilated or exterminated.It was then that a dissident faction became apparent in our own ranks. With our deaths now only thousands of years away, many were impatient with our slow methods. I will not speak their leader`s name. It has been erased from all our records. He is now known as `The Fallen One`. He believed that we should remake all creation in our image immediately, instead of the lengthy stratagem of the Council. When the Council refused, he became violent. For his many crimes, the Council imprisoned him within the Void itself for all eternity.The Fallen One`s opposition shook the Council, and it was decided that the same should not befall the Swarm. With that in mind, the Council created the Overmind, a supreme consciousness that controlled all the Zerg. Little did we know that we had played right into the hands of the Fallen One, that he had already bound the Overmind to his will.Seven days ago, the Overmind broke the psychic link. At first we thought it was an error, a malfunction perhaps. That was all the warning we had before the attack waves of Zerg began systematically destroying our Worldships. We were caught completely off guard. The extinction of our race that we had feared for so long was happening now.We lost billions the first day. Trillions the next.Now only a few hundred of us remain. In our arrogance and pride we sought to defy Nature herself, for we were the Master of Creation and it was not right that we should have an end. Now we have paid the price.Those that remain do not think of our survival; we are already doomed. We strive to end the plague we have created, and thus keep the rest of the galaxy from harm. There are five Warships, Alpha 1 through 5. Within each one is a piece of an artifact. Once united, they alone have the power to end the Zerg menace.We are heading to the rendezvous point now. I do not know whether we will make it. Even if we do, I leave this recording behind, for the races of the future to find, in hopes they will learn from our mistakes and use this knowledge wisely. But this is also a warning. Should The Fallen One ever escape the Void, all of Creation will bow before his power.My name is Terus-Osiri, Last of the Xel`naga.I am ready to meet my destiny.End Transmission.Access Alpha-1`s log: Yes/NoAccessing Alpha-1`s log…Alpha-1`s log Accessed.20:01 pm: Lost Contact with Alpha-5.22:36 pm: Lost Contact with Alpha-3.24:58 pm: Lost Contact with Alpha-2.02:45 am: Lost Contact with Alpha-4.02:52 am: Preparing Warp Jump…03:02 am: Warp Jump Prepared.03:05 am: Jumping to Warp Space…03:20 am: Zerg Bio Signatures Detected.03:35 am: Activating Primary Weapons Systems…03:56 am: Shields: 90%03:57 am: Shields: 63%03:58 am: Shields: 32%03:59 am: Shields: 15%04:00 am: Shields Are Now Offline.04:27 am: Power Core Breached.04:28 am: Locking Down Power Core…04:28 am: Power Core Locked Down.04:29 am: Weapons Systems Failing…04:29 am: Weapons Systems Are Now Offline.04:30 am: Primary Engines Failing…04:30 am: Primary Engines Are Now Offline.04:31 am: Warning! Life Support Systems Failing!04:32 am: Life Support Systems Failed.04:51 am: Zerg Bio Signatures Decreasing.05:02 am: Scanning For Signs Of Life…05:02 am: No Life Found.05:03 am: Warning! Low Power. Systems Shutdown Initiated.05:04 am: All Systems Are Now Offline.
  20. TEEN TITANS: DELTA CHRONICLES by Delta Titan Sparta Prologue, 2 Years Prior The doors hissed closed behind the candidate as he entered. He was lean and muscular, with short, spiked hair and intense silver eyes. His expression was hard and determined, but had a kind quality to it. He stopped in the middle of the room, ten eyes locked onto him. The tension in the room was tremendous. Nightwing spoke first. "You call yourself Sparta," he said slowly. The young man nodded. "You never gave us your real name." Sparta shook his head sadly. "That name was a part of me," he replied, "that died when I became that monster's apprentice." Cyborg cocked an eyebrow. "Whose apprentice?" "You know who," Sparta replied. His eyes met each Titan's. "He hurt all of you." His eyes fell on Beast Man, his expression suddenly repentant. "Some more than others." "So," Raven murmured. "He's back." "After Trigon's defeat," the youth began, "he decided that, to train an apprentice, he had to start younger, and to have the strongest, fiercest fighter possible. So he 'adopted' thirty children. Our first test: He put all of us in arena and said, 'Pick up your weapons and fight'." "You mean..." Starfire began. "Twenty-nine kids died in one hour," confirmed Sparta. "Including my younger brother. I did everything to protect him, but that... that murderer planned in advance; he coated the weapons with some kind of venom. One scratch from one, and you were as good as dead. If the toxin didn't finish you off, an opponent would. "I only killed one of them, and it was totally by accident," he continued, his expression distant, a tear forming in his eye. "And then, there were the augmentations, to make me faster, stronger, tougher, and more agile. It hurt more than anything I'd ever experienced." He paused. "Except for losing Kai." "Did he try to control you?" inquired Beast Man. Sparta nodded. "With a suit that was supposed to bind with my nervous system," the teenager answered. "But there was a side effect from the augmentations: The suit was designed to interface with a normal human nervous system." "And the chemicals rewrote yours," Cyborg muttered, nodding. "Rendering the suit useless," finished Nightwing. Sparta nodded. "That was the one thing he didn't count on," he said. "When I found out that the suit wouldn't work, I fought back, and nearly eliminated him." The Titans abruptly sat straighter in their seats. "You... attempted to destroy him?" asked Starfire. "But, for what reason?" "He took everything away from me!" Sparta hissed angrily. "My life, my childhood, and the only family I had!" His eyes seemed to glow as his voice rose. "You've seen both first- and secondhand what that monster can do! Don't you remember what he did to Terra?" In a blur of black and green, Beast Man leaped across the room, transformed into a Tyrannosaurus, and pinned Sparta with a clawed foot. He bared eight-inch long fangs at the candidate. "Beast Man!" Raven cautioned, her eyes glowing white. With a growl, Beast Man returned to human form. "Never," he warned icily, "speak of her again." He stalked back to his seat.Sparta stood up, appearing calm. "See?" he pointed out. "It's been ten years, and he still haunts you five." His eyes narrowed. "I want to join the Titans to help people. I think that'd be spitting in the old man's eye.""What will you do," Nightwing asked slowly, "if you encounter him again?"Sparta's fists clenched until his fingernails drew blood."After I find Slade, I'm going to kill him, and end his reign of terror for all and eternity."
  21. Basically, you have to add a bit to the story each post, eg: Rules:You have to finish the sentence in the last post in each post. One noun per sentence.*It must be BIONICLE-related.*NEW RULE: I can remove something from the story if I think it is against the previous rules (this has been added in light of recent events. *Glares at King Joe*)‹br /›‹br /›*Some exclusions apply, eg: In cases of ninja-ing (I've always wanted to make a rule about this!), the first poster's post will count. The person who was ninja'd's post will not count, unless edited before the next person posts.I will begin:In the time before time, there was a...
  22. Avelic, though smiling on the outside, seethed internally. He hated dumb little get-togethers like this. Avelic never saw the point in them, preferring rather to enjoy the company of a good blade to sharpen. At least the cool, sharp metal is more interesting to be in the presence of than his gossiping, boisterous friends. He chuckled slightly at that last thought: friends was more than a bit of a stretch. Avelic would be generous to even call these imbeciles acquaintances. For a flitting second he thought of how nice it would be to plunge his trusty dagger Prudentia into one of their chests, just to prove a point. When this thought passed, Avelic was shocked at how his mind could turn to evil so fast.His reflections were short-lived, however, as they were rudely interrupted by a massive explosion originating from the courtyard fountain. The shockwave knocked the Matoran head over heels, leaving Avelic struggling to maintain consciousness. When he was able to see again, he saw blood. Lots of it. His immediate thought was that he was injured, but he realized that this blood was not his. It belonged to his only true friend present, a fellow Po-Matoran by the name of Jukanti, who had been crushed by a stone statue. Avelic retched at the gruesome sight. A realization soon came to his foggy mind that someone had bombed the party.That someone happened to emerge from the doorway to the estate, and seemed to be surveying the damage he had caused. The unnatural smile on the face of the bomber, a the Ko-Matoran called Ivuan, unnerved Avelic, who tried his best to play dead. When the bomber reached him, Avelic could tell by the long pause above his body that the bomber didn't buy his act. It was then that Avelic realized that he had left his dagger in the care of Jukanti, who was currently in quite a predicament involving a stone statue and his flattened carcass. As Ivuan stood over the Matoran, Avelic formulated a plan. Avelic, in a sudden burst of energy, caught his feet on Ivuan's upper leg armor. Avelic pulled with all his strength, reversing positions with his adversary. Ivuan's surprise was nearly tangible as Avelic snatched his dagger Prudentia from the grasp of Jukanti. "I may not have liked these people, but I assure you I despise you with all my heart. I can honestly say you deserved this."Suffice it to say the dagger found its mark.
  23. I was talking to a couple of kids the other day, aged around eleven or twelve years old. The subject of Bionicle came up:"You know they're not making Bionicles any more, right?" said one."Yeah, I heard about that," I said. "But they still make something similar, right?""They make Hero Factory, which is kinda lame. " he said."The TV show is really bad. I mean, they all have guns and stuff, but because it's a kids' show, they can't actually shoot properly. They keep missing each other. ALL THE TIME." said his friend."They're like stormtroopers!"The kids still liked Bionicle sets, and still played with them, but neither of them had bought any Hero Factory sets. But from what I could tell, neither of them had been particularly interested in the Bionicle story- they didn't even seem to know the characters' names. However, they had encountered Hero Factory's storyline, and it was apparently enough to deter them from buying the sets.Now, this isn't necessarily a criticism of Hero Factory, since they might have just as easily been put off Bionicle if they'd happened to watch The Legend Reborn. But I think it illustrates how having a good- or bad- story can affect a child's enthusiasm for buying toys. Now, maybe it's just that Hero Factory is pitched at a slightly younger audience, but I think a few tweaks to the story and a different approach to the TV show would make it more compatible with kids over the age of ten.Another example- Beyblades. They're pretty ordinary as far as toys go- they're little more than dressed-up spinning tops. They didn't sell well in some Australia when they first came out...until Australian TV started showing the cartoon. Suddenly, everyone wanted one, and my mother spent several hours outside Toys 'R' Us in a long line just so my little brother could have a Master Dragoon for Christmas.So, for you, how do the Bionicle and Hero Factory storylines affect which toys you buy?
  24. Story Topic Reviews and whatnot appreciated. However, it is understandable if this is not reviewed due to its length.
  25. Akano

    Dear Chairman...

    I love watching series over and over again to see if there are any subtleties the writers threw in that I never noticed during my first viewing. However, I rarely find a series that, when I watch it, I get the same feeling of suspense, the same feeling of revelation, as I do when I watch Red vs. Blue Season 6: Reconstruction. If you haven't seen Reconstruction yet, be warned that there will be spoilers in this entry. What is it that's so great about this particular season of a very comedic and ridiculous take on the Halo universe? Well, let's start with the premise of Red vs. Blue. We have two teams of ridiculously inept soldiers who are "at war" with each other for what they believe is the fate of the universe. Being the ineffective soldiers that they are, their battles usually end in whacky hijinks and the exchange of insults, and they very much keep those personalities in Season 6. A brief summary of the characters and their personalities: Red Team Sarge - Gruff and regimented leader of the Red Team, older, comes up with convoluted plans and ridiculous tactics. His hate for the Blues is only surmounted by his hatred of Grif. Grif - Lazy comic relief who is smarter than he looks, just unmotivated. Has a sort of love/hate relationship with Simmons. Simmons - The nerd of the Red Team, enjoys math, sucks up to Sarge every chance he gets. Lopez - The Red team's robot who can only speak (poorly translated) Spanish. Deadpan snarker. Donut - (absent from Reconstruction) Guy who wears pink armor and is rather effeminate. Blue Team Church - Self-appointed leader of the Blue Team Tucker - Lazy member of Blue Team who only thinks about picking up chicks. Caboose - The token cool dude of Blue Team. Probably the most popular character on the show for his ridiculous lines. Tex - A special ops soldier and Church's ex-girlfriend. The only soldier who can actually do something. Now, mix these characters with Agent Washington, a completely serious special ops soldier (like Tex) with no tolerance for humor. Surprisingly, this works extremely well (considering the number of ways they could have screwed this relationship up). Together, they are all trying to find a new threat known as the Meta who is killing off Freelancer agents (like Tex and Wash) to obtain their armor abilities and AI, which help them in battle. Then there is the overarching banter between the Director of Project Freelancer and the Oversight Sub-Committee Chairman. These conversations open every episode in the form of audio letter and alternate between the two, and they illustrate one of the most awesome passive-agressive power struggles I've ever witnessed in any series (and they are never on screen throughout the entire season!). While brief at the beginning of each episode, the subject of the dialogue, while at first seems unrelated, is actually intertwined with the entire motivation of the events of the season. And if that didn't seem to make things come full circle, the big reveal in the season further seals the deal. When I watch this one moment when Washington fully reveals why the Reds and the Blues were stuck in the middle of a boxed-in canyon in the middle of nowhere, why these Freelancer AI have plagued them and caused all their problems from the get go, and why he needs to put a stop to what Project Freelancer has done and bring them to justice, I am stunned. I always watch the scene and marvel at how perfectly everything is drawn together. I get the same goosebumps during each subsequent viewing of that scene that I got the first time I watched it. The reveal is always fresh; it always keeps me on the edge of my seat; it never gets stale, and that is why I consider this the crowning moment of the entire Red vs. Blue series. And I can't think of any other series that does that to me.
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