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  1. The REAL first chapter. I decided to maybe return here for a little bit and try to fix the problems the forum upgrade created when it took every chapter of all the stuff I've written and turned it into unreadable blocks of text. I've slowly started fixing it. I honestly don't care if no one reads my stuff anymore, it bothers me that this happened. It bothers me more that it seems I'm the only one this happened to. So I'm going to go on ahead and fix it all by myself. In the mean time, here is the real first chapter for the Wimp Waker. I've honestly lost the will to make the Skyward Sword parody, not only because everyone on BZPower seems to hate it (I'm the only one posting in it and without feedback to go off, I don't know whether you all hate it or not), but I'm discouraged from writing it because I don't know if you all hate it or not. Plus, I didn't even WANT to start writing it. I wanted to start making the Wind Waker spoof because not only is it one of my most favorite games, but I already started writing it with a skeletal plot outline, which also got posted here as a "What-if" sort of script, but it also suffered the same fate and I don't really see a point in fixing that since it's not part of the main story. So I'm just going to post the first chapter. I will return to writing this when I feel like it. Until then, I'll be trying to fix the rest of the series so that it is actually readable again. Enjoy. Or don't enjoy. Seriously. I get the feeling no one likes my writing anymore. Either way, I love writing, so I don't care if no one likes my stuff or not. This is but one of the legends the Matoran talk about. Just one. Not two. Not three. Not seventy-eight. Just one… Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden… in the middle of the field for everyone to see. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, LOTSA Spaghetti, and peace. But mostly LOTSA Spaghetti. But one day a wicked burn victim of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself because he figured “Hey, why not?” and because it was just right there in front of him, ready and ripe for the taking. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness everywhere, all within the time span of exactly seven days. But then, when all hope died and the hour of doom seemed at hand… A young Toa of Air appeared as if out of nowhere… when in reality he was just locked up in a temple for seven days. He brought fire with him. Wielding the blade of evil’s bane, he sealed the dark one away with some annoying Southern Belle girl and brought back light to the land… because taking him down right then and there to end his evil forever was not an option. Just seal him away in some realm of light with some hillbilly girl. The Toa who traveled through time to save the land was then named the Hero of Time. You know, because it made sense at the time. His tale was passed through generation until it became legend. Because no one wrote anything down, so no one could really recall things exactly. But then… there came a day when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that everyone thought was gone forever and sealed away by the hero wasn’t actually gone forever. He and his mismatched partner returned, and he was eager to resume his dark designs. Big surprise there. Faced by an onslaught, everyone could only appeal to the Great Spirit and his three subordinates… because no one likes Hylia apparently, but enough of her. In their last hour as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of Fate. Unfortunately, Fate wasn’t in a good mood that day and she didn’t help them. What became of this kingdom? None remain who know… which brings up the question of how I’m able to relay this story to you all… Bionicle: Wimp Waker -- Abridged *Somewhere on Outset Island, there was going to be something big going down…* Macku: BIG BROOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEER!!! *The young and vibrant Macku ran down the ramp of the home she lived in, calling out for her big brother. As she ran, she got her favorite telescope handy.* Macku: BIG BROOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEER!!! *Macku used her telescope to look, and she then looked over at the lone watch post at the other end of their peaceful home island of Outset. Putting her telescope down, she scurried over to the watch post.* *Meanwhile, Macku's brother was seemingly trapped in a recurring nightmare. It's raining. There's a storm going on. He's standing in front of a draw bridge, which slowly lets itself down. He has never seen this building before in his life, but historical texts (if there were any left) would call it the Coliseum of Metru Nui* Lewa: Whoa, creepy doors… *Then all of a sudden, two beings atop a mount pass right by him, one being a young Toa of water. Lewa moved away before being trampled, staring back at her...* Lewa: What was that thing? Nokama: A horse, you moron! *The two rode away and the dream continued. Lewa, stunned, got to his feet again. He turned back to face the Coliseum, only to meet face-to-face with a dark being with a unsettling vibe.* Antroz: You know... I actually succeed in an alternate universe. I call it the Antruniverse. Lewa: NOOOOOOOOO!!!! *Lewa, now back in his own body and time, awoke from the dream. He thought he heard Macku calling him. He turned around, but she wasn't there. He faced forward again, and sure enough, there she was.* Macku: Wake up, big brother! Lewa: BWAAHHH!!! Macku: Are you awake now? Lewa: Please exit my life and never return. Macku: I just drank 28 gallons of soda. Lewa: That’s really deep-interesting. Not. Macku: I knew you'd be here. This is my favorite spot to look out and gaze at the seagulls. I call it "Macku's Lookout." Lewa: Cute. Why are you here? Macku: Grandma said she’s got your birthday present. Lewa: You mean nothing? Like every year before? Macku: Yeah. And when I asked her, she kicked me out of the house. Lewa: Then annoy-bug the neighbors. Macku: I don’t think they like me. Lewa: You’re weird. Macku: Aren't you glad to have such an adorable little sister like me here to wake up you and check on you all the time? Lewa: Nope. Macku: Well... why don't you go see Grandma anyway? Lewa, sighs: I'll do it, but it'll be a huge waste of mine time and everyone else's. *Lewa leaves the watch post and climbs down the ladder slowly. Afterwards, he makes his way on the dock and makes it home.* Lewa: You know... Grandma always says she never has enough money to get us anything. I wonder if it's true... *With that, Lewa gets a wonderful awful idea and crawls underneath the steps of the house. From there, he finds a very small crawl space and as he follows it, he manages to find a secret room with a secret treasure chest. Curious, he opens it, and sure enough, he gets 100 rupees right off the bat.* Lewa: HA! I knew Grandma was lying to us the whole time! Well, I just snuck-swiped her life savings! *After doing a very bad deed that would most likely make anyone deem him a thief, Lewa makes it back up and goes in to greet his grandmother.* Grandma: Why, hello there, Lewa. Today is a very special day for you. Lewa: Is it the day you put Macku up for adoption? Grandma: No, but that's a very great idea. Today you are the same age as the age of the Hero of Time. Lewa: The Who? Grandma: No, not The Who, although I do like their music. The Hero of Time. The one who stopped the Dork Lord from taking over that ancient kingdom before the Dork Lord returned and made everything go bad. Lewa: He sounds more like the Loser of Time if you ask me. Grandma: Yes, he was a loser. But we still worship him never the less. So to honor this occasion, I have bought you... um... I bought you... some Emperor's New Clothes! Lewa: Why do you always do this every single time? Grandma: Come now, Lewa, try them on. I'm sure they'll look nice. *Lewa mocking tries on the "invisible" clothes over his already existent green armor.* Grandma: Oh, Lewa, you look so nice in your new clothes. Lewa: These are the clothes I wear all the time. Grandma: If it'll make you shut up, I'll go get you some candy later. Lewa: Sweet! Grandma: You remind me so much of your Grandpa Lesovikk from when we were growing up. Oh, those were such happy memories. Lewa: Do I have to hear this? Grandma: He'd always tell me, "Nikala, quit trying to cheap out on everybody, or else you're going to make people angry." You grandpa was so silly. I never made anyone mad at me. Lewa: Grandpa sure had some good common sense. How'd he end up marrying you anyway? Grandma: I forced him to accept my love. Lewa: O_O Okay... I'm... gonna go... step outside. *Lewa then runs out of there like a mad cow, opening and then slamming the door shut on his way out.* Lewa: Well, that takes care of that. I guess nothing left but to go back to my "adorable" sister that I love so much. *Later on after a convenient time skip...* Macku: Nothing again, huh? Lewa: Nope. She did promise me candy, though. Macku: Now for my birthday present. I'm going to let you have it for one day. Lewa: At least it's one more present than what Grandma gives me. Macku: Happy Birthday! It's my favorite telescope! Lewa: Nice. Macku: It's my most favorite possession in the world, and I want to share it with you, but you can only have it for one day. Lewa: I’m going to look at things while you ramble on. *As Macku rambles on with her semi-non-coherent rambling, Lewa looks around the island.* Lewa: Oh, hey look, it's the postman. *Indeed it was. The Rito postman was delivering some mail. But all of a sudden, he starts flapping his winds furiously.* Lewa: What's he freaking out at? *That's when he sees a giant mutant Nivawk with something in its claws, as well as a pirate ship shooting at it.* Lewa: It's the Black Pearl! Macku: That's not the Black Pearl. Why doesn't it have the all-black sails? *What REALLY caught Lewa’s attention was a Toa of water in the talons of the bird. As the bird was hit by the cannons of the ship, the girl was released and she fell to her doom.* Lewa: Well, that’s not something you see every day. Look at the fat bird. Quick, hide the children! Macku: You should go over there and help the girl. Lewa: You’re still here? Well, you might be right. And she does look cute. Macku: Cuter than me? Lewa: Yes. It’s not that difficult, you know. Even that “Toa Tuyet” I read about is cuter than you. Macku: But look where she fell. You're gonna need something to cut your way through. Why not talk to that crazy old guy Grandma tells us not to talk to? Lewa: You're right! I could totally swipe-steal something from him! Macku: >_> Lewa: I mean, learn the ways of the sword. *Another time skip later...* *Lewa walks in and there is an aging Toa of Fire throwing himself against the wall.* Lewa: Uh... Toa Norik? Norik: Huh? Oh. Why if it isn't young Lewa. Lewa: Why are you doing that? Is it part of some special ancient training? Norik: No. I just have this really bad cramp in my left shoulder. It hurts! Lewa: Wow... You really do sound like Kagome's Grandpa. Norik: What do you need, young one? Lewa: I need to go rescue some cute girl who fell into the woods. *Those words were enough to make Norik drop his spear.* Lewa: Are you going to help me or not? Norik: As an advocate of love, I shall. I'm glad you didn't turn out anything like my brother upstairs. He's all about books and knowledge and PPPPBBBBTTT!!! *For the heck of it, Norik rams into the wall once last time, not only popping his shoulder back in place, but (from the sound of it) making a bunch of pots from upstairs fall and break.* Iruini's voice: You blasted hooligan! Can't you see that I, the hard-reading Iruini, am trying my best to study?! Norik: You keep doing that, you page-turning old loon! Now, then, let us begin, Lewa. Take this sword. I don't use it for much of anything. Lewa: Who's was this? Norik: I don't remember. All I remember was that I took it from him while he was screaming "I hate you" because of the pain inflicted upon him. Lewa: O_O *They both bow and then slowly but surely, Norik teaches him how to do some of the proper techniques, as laid down by the Hero of Time. After another convenient time skip, Lewa begins his trek up towards the woods.* Lewa: Stupid sign. *Lewa chops down the "DANGER!!!" sign that blocked his path.* Lewa: Screw the rules, I have a sword. *Lewa went up the boring path up the mountain and over a bridge and in between the red an green apple trees. At the top of the mountain where he met this newcomer who didn’t actually fall to her doom. She just fell a very long ways. And got caught on a tree branch.* Lewa: And there she is. Wait... what's that up there. *Overhead, there were some birds that looked like that big ugly one from earlier except smaller carrying some equally ugly creatures in their talons. The birds dropped said creatures.* Lewa: Oh, no, a bunch of goblins with high-pitched squealy voices! *Lewa takes out the sword given to him by Norik and proceeds to fight them and kill them. I get bored writing fight sequences with field enemies, okay? Anyway, after they were all done with, Lewa turned his attention back over to the mysterious girl... who proceeded to wake up.* Nera: Huh...? BWAAAHH!!! *Startled by the fact she was suspended in mid-air by a tree branch, she begins struggling and squirming until the branch gives way and she falls on her rear.* Lewa: Oh, right. I should have caught her. Nera: Ugh... Stupid tree. You just made the list. *She takes out a small notebook with the words "Revenge List" etched on the front cover from her satchel and flips it over to a specific page and scribbles down "Stupid island tree." Right beneath the names "Santa Claus," "Count Drewku," and "Dr. Colossol."* Nera: Stupid island tree, you've made a new enemy today. Lewa: Who are you? Nera: I could ask you the same thing. Lewa: Common island dweller. Nera: Okay. So where am I? Lewa: Outset Island. And hey, I’m asking the questions here! Brutaka: Miss Nera, I finally found you. Nera: D’oh, Brutaka, I thought I told you to never go blurting out stuff. Brutaka: I’m sorry, Miss Nera, but you know how I get when I’m hungry. Nera: I’ll let you off. *Another boring walk later.* Lewa: So who are you? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Brutaka! Lewa: He’s a pirate? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Stop talking! Both of you! Brutaka: We’re all pirates. Nera: Oh, Brutaka, you’re so slow in the head. Macku, from afar: Big brother! Lewa: Oh, it’s you. Hey, I found some pirates. Nera: No, I’m not. Brutaka: Yes, you are. *Nera smacks Brutaka on the head and Brutaka cries out.* Brutaka: Is there anyone out there as unlucky as me? *In the irony of his words, the giant bird swoops in and takes Macku.* Macku: Bye, big brother! Lewa: Oh, no, you don’t, you stupid bird! You’re not going to force me on some epic trek-quest! *Lewa runs off the edge of a cliff (SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!), but Nera grabs him before he falls.* Nera: By the goddesses, you’re a moron… *Somewhere in the heavens…* Nayru: Think we should have chosen someone else to be our hero? Din: Maybe we should stop choosing them like this. Farore: Puppies make me smile! Nayru and Din: Shut up, Farore!
  2. So here is the not long awaited Skyward Stooge, the first of many prequels in the Dimwit of Time saga. I say that because I wanted to make yet another one that takes place even before this story based on the Skyward Sword Manga. Before anyone reads this... PLEASE READ THE OTHERS STORIES IN THE SERIES. PLEASE REFER TO THE LINKS IN MY SIGNATURE. In the past, people said they were confused over some story elements, and after answering questions, I realized a lot of it was because they read either Twilight Delinquent or The Moron's Mask without reading the other stories. A lot of this stuff builds on itself. After all, would you read Chamber of Secrets and then jump to Order of the Phoenix without reading the books in between? Anyways, here. I've only written 8 chapters as of this post. This one serves as bit of a prologue chapter, so not a whole lot actually happens here aside from getting introduced to the protagonist and a few important characters. This is also probably the shortest chapter of the 8 I've written so far, so sorry for that. With that in mind, I'm going to sparingly post updates while I try to write more. This is a tale you of Matoran kind have passed down through uncounted generations… It tells of a war of unmatched scale and ferocity, the likes of which would never be seen again.One dark, fateful day, the earth cracked wide and malevolent forces rushed forth from the fissure. Led by the evil king of shadows, they mounted a brutal assault upon the surface people, driving the land into despair. They burnt the forests to ash, choked the land's sweet springs, and defeated many without hesitation.They did all this in their lust to take the ultimate power protected by Her Grace, the goddess... who was really undermined by the three golden goddesses who are in turn undermined by the great spirit, but that's another story. The power she guarded was without equal. Handed down by the golden goddesses, this power gave its holder the means to make any desire a reality. Such was the might of the ultimate power that the old ones placed it in the care of Her Grace. To prevent this great power from falling into the hands of the evil swarming the lands, the goddesses gathered up survivors of whom she could not stand for the life of her onto an outcropping of earth. She sent it skyward, beyond the reach of the demonic shadow hordes, beyond even the clouds. With these outcasts safe, the goddess joined forces with the other remaining outcasts that she liked and fought the evil forces, sealing them away. At last, peace was restored to the surface… or so it seemed. The dark king vowed vengeance against the goddess and devised an ultimate plan. In response, the goddess was said to have a plan of her own if in case the evil ever truly did return. Bionicle: Skyward Stooge*That's when the narration is interrupted by a white-gloved hand tearing the page out of a book.*Ghirahim: Hee hee hee… shows that they all know. So they truly think they are safe… well, they're wrong! It won't be too long before my master will take back this world and everything will be as it should have been…*Ghirahim smiled a demented grin, thinking of his master's great, college-educated plan and the important role he played in it. He looked over to a shelf and picked up a black Kanohi mask. It looked like the Kanohi Ignika, the mask of life, but it was something totally different.*Ghirahim: One of the first things I have to do is find some poor soul to wear this mask and become a herald to my master. I just don't know who… Well, whoever it is I pick, I'm sure it will be the right decision! Ha ha ha! I just love me so much!*Ghirahim's laughter could be heard throughout the snowy mountains where his mansion resided, creating an even more bone-chilling feeling to those who could hear it…**Somewhere in a dark forest, there is a great rumbling that causes the area to shake until the earth cleaves in half and a repulsive creature covered in shadow heaves itself upwards, letting out an animalistic roar. Covered in many scales and with hundreds of sharp teeth, it continued to get out from the ground, walking on its two legs. The creature was truly hideous, looking like a cross between a whale, an ostrich, and an earth worm, as it walked and observed its surroundings. It had no arms and no eyes, which only made things more questionable. And where were its ears? Well, nevermind. It let out one final roar before the vision of this creature fades to shadow.**It is a truly beautiful day in Skyloft as a crimson Loftwing and an indigo Loftwing soar through the clouds and the sun was shining brightly. A few people in Skyloft whistled to summon their Loftwings as they jumped off the edge (SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!) and landed on their birds (well, that's a relief) to fly away. The indigo Loftwing flew away from its crimson counterpart, flying over to a rather large statue of the goddess known as Hylia.**By the statue, a young girl by the name of Nokama was practicing a song on her golden harp. Her practice was cut short when the indigo bird dropped by. The Loftwing was hers. She went over to stroke its beautiful feathers and handed it a note, which it took in its beak and flew away, knowing where to go. Nokama smiled as the bird flew away and turned back to face the statue of the goddess.**Elsewhere, a young man named Lewa was surrounded by darkness wherever he went. He then found himself face to face with the horrible half whale/half earth worm/ half ostrich thing as it roared at him. Scared, Lewa stumbled back. But then a brilliant light shone and the monster roared in anger as it retreated. That's when Lewa heard a voice… an autotuned voice… and no, it's not pop singer Ke$ha.*Female voice: Rise, Lewa. It is time for you to awaken. You are fated to have a hand in a great destiny, and it will soon find you. The time has come for you to awaken…Lewa: Who are you, mysterious woman?Female voice: Lewa…*The voice stopped and the light went away. As the creature roared one more time, it sounded more like a bird crowing. Lewa looked away and ran into an indigo Loftwing. The bird let out a loud screech that threw Lewa out of bed. That's right. It was all a dream! Who saw that one coming? Okay, I'll stop now.*Lewa: Ugh, my head…*Lewa looked around his room and then at the bird peeking its head from his window. The bird stared at him before spitting the letter at him, hitting him in the head. Then the bird quickly retreated and flew away.*Lewa: Now what was that for?*Lewa scratched his head and studied the letter. It was from Nokama. He opened the letter and proceeded to read it.*Letter: "Hey, sleepyhead, I know how much you like to sleep in, so I'm guessing this letter will be your alarm clock this morning. Did I guess right?"Lewa: You got that right. Why can't I sleep-rest some more? Well, it's better than the alarm clock she gave me last Christmas…*Lewa looked over at his cartoonish alarm clock, which looked like a rejected cat-like neopet.*Clock: Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Wake up. You are lazy and worthless. Ha ha ha!Letter: "Rise and shine, Lewa! Today's the Wing Ceremony! You promised to meet me before it started, remember?"Lewa: Yeah… considering you wouldn't stop mentioning it to me all last week.Letter: "You better not keep me waiting. Nokama."Lewa, stretching: Well, I better not.*Lewa looked around his room before heading out. His room was one of many within the Knight Academy, where other young people lived. He went downstairs where he noticed one of the top knights at the academy, Jaller.*Jaller: Morning, Lewa. So, today's the Wing Ceremony. Are you ready?Lewa: I was born to wind-soar, Jaller.Jaller: Well, I mean all I'm saying is that everyone is out in the plaza practicing while you seemed so relaxed.Lewa: That's them. This is me we're talking about. Jaller: Of course, that crimson Loftwing of yours is something special, so I'd be confident too. My bird won the last ceremony, but I doubt he'd be a match for that red terror of yours. Then again, a bird's speed in a race always comes down to the skill of the rider. I'm something of a bird researcher here, so if you ever need to know something, you know where to find me.Lewa: Yeah. You're walking outside at night.Jaller, gasps: Who told you?! I mean… uh… Lewa: Catch you later.*Lewa went into the classroom where he went and spoke to Professor Hydraxon.*Hydraxon: Hello, Lewa. It's time to put what you've learned to use. All those practical skills I taught you and all the academic prowess Professor Lessovik taught you!Lewa: Yeah, I got it. *As he exist the classroom, Jaller seems annoyed.*Jaller: I NEED FOOD!Lewa: Hmm… I should check on that.*As Lewa goes to see the lunch lady, he spots Matoro moving some barrels around.*Lewa: Hey, Matoro. What's with the barrels?Matoro: Oh, hey, Lewa. I wanted to go to the Wing Ceremony, but I'm stuck here moving barrels for the lunch lady. She scares me. Could you help me with this?Lewa: Sure thing.*Lewa takes the barrel and delivers it to the lunch lady.*Helryx: About time it got here.Lewa: Is it really necessary to trap-coop Matoro in here just to help you?Helryx: Yes.Lewa: Well, excuse me, princess.*Lewa walks out of the kitchen and waves good-bye to Matoro as he walks out the front door to go to the statue of the goddess. *
  3. Hey, everyone, ShadowBionics here again with somewhat of a new comedy. I say that because it's not a new concept but it is new material. For those who aren't familiar with my story of The Moron's Mask, it's a spoof of The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. In that game, Link goes around collecting a lot of masks through sidequests, a lot of which are omitted from the main spoof. So I decided to make somewhat of a companion story to go along with it. The reason a lot of these are omitted is because it would make the story go on for too long and I didn't know how to fit them in at the time, had I been willing to make them all. These are going to chronicle all of the masks, so some of these will be repeats from TMM, but at this point, the story has only maybe one mask that will be a repeat. So here's the first one. They're going to be very short, compared to the lengthy chapters of TMM, so they're like small little readings to go along with the main story. The Great Fairy’s Mask*Lewa had been in Clock Town for some time now and he noticed some strange orange fairy floating around every now and again.*Lewa: Hey, Navi?Tatl: That’s not my name.Lewa: You’re a fairy, right?Tatl: Gee, I wonder.Lewa: Do you know about that strange orange thing floating around? Is this line in Alice in Wonderland?Tatl: No, Lewa, that’s just a book… that got made into a bunch of different movies. But you do present an interesting point. I’m not sure if that has anything to do with the Great Fairy.Lewa: Great… Fairy?*Yes, the Great Fairy. One of the most scariest things you’ll ever see in your life, looking like some demented witch dressed up in an outfit of leaves and who shrieks moment you see her. Lewa has no memory of encountering the Great Fairy throughout his original journey documented in The Dimwit of Time, but that’s mainly because I as the author took it on myself to make sure NO ONE remembers the Great Fairy and thus all moments referencing the Great Fairies were cut from the original script.*Tatl: Yeah, you know? She rules over all of us fairies.Lewa: Something tells me I remember this… and yet part of me doesn’t want to. I wonder why that is.Tatl: Well, let’s leave this orange thing here and see the Great Fairy. I know where her fountain is in Clock Town.Lewa: You mean “Clook Town.”Tatl: What is it with you and names?!*So Lewa and Tatl went to go see the Great Fairy, expecting to see some scary witch thing, only to see a bunch of orange fairies fluttering about.*Tatl: What happened to the Great Fairy?!Orange fairy: Help me, help me! Remote 2.0 shattered me into pieces.Lewa: You can… break a fairy?Tatl: How is that even possible?! Wait, does that mean he can do that to me?!Orange Fairy: Help me, help me! Find my missing piece.Lewa: I know where that is!*Lewa runs back over to the Landry pool where he last saw her. Upon collecting her, he brings her back to the Great Fairy Fountain, restoring the Great Fairy back to normal and getting the shock of his life.*Great Fairy: *shrieking in pain/laughing in joy/ I DON’T EVEN KNOW, I’M SO SCARED!*Lewa: O_O I think now I know why I don’t remember the Great Fairies from my original journey.Great Fairy: Thank you, young hero. I am the Great Fairy of Magic. I will bestow upon you a gift. Receive it now.Lewa: Um… thank you, but I’m happy--Great Fairy: RECEIVE IT NOW!!Lewa, whimpering: Okay, okay, I’ll take my gift…*The Great Fairy then produces the Great Fairy’s mask.*Lewa: Uh… what is that freak-ugly thing?Great Fairy: This is the Great Fairy’s Mask. With this, you can help the other Great Fairies throughout all of Alma Nui.Lewa: You mean there’s more of you?!Great Fairy: Yes. All of them have met with a terrible fate.Lewa: Is this like the running joke of this story?Happy Mask Salesman: You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?Lewa: Would you get away from me?!Tatl: Wait, where did we leave that girl…?*Back in the Clock tower…*Natalie: Hello? Anyone here? You all sort of left me behind and now I’m kind of lost here… Oh…*Back at the Great Fairy fountain*Lewa: I think she’ll be fine. But why do I have to get this mask?!Great Fairy: Help us and we’ll give you cool stuff.Lewa: But is this really worth it? I don’t want to run around with this on my face. I’m going to look like an evil witch with three ponytails and bad eye-shadow and lipstick.Great Fairy: YES! Or else I will haunt you in your sleep.Lewa: NO! I don’t want that. I already have nightmares about Antroz and some Night-nurse mask!Great Fairy: Good.*And so Lewa grudgingly takes the Great Fairy’s mask, despite that he really saw no use to it and despite that he really did not want it at all.*Lewa: How do I get myself into these messes…?
  4. Behold, possibly the lengthiest thing I've ever written at over 5,000 words. In fact it's so lengthy, looks like i've had to cut out the ending part for the time being. So read it when you have the time. Or not. Most everyone probably will not since the thing will say the topic is by ShadowBionics and everyone will go and run. But anyways. Before reading this thing, however... check out the links in my topic signature. This topic relates to the characters who appear in those stories and uses them in this short miniseries. Well, sort of. This borrows characters from the story Skyward Stooge, which has not been written on BZPower. I haven't since people were left confused or unsatisfied with the other chapters in the whole Zelda/Bionicle spoof series, mostly with Twilight Delinquent. So I have been on the bridge on actually sharing it with BZPower. There's 8 chapters already done and as you might tell from this thing, I have an idea of where the series is going. The title is a spoof of the Skyward Sword paraody Skyward Stooge, as well as one of my other favorite game series, Harvest Moon. For those not familiar with it, it's like a farming sim kind of game that allows you to plant crops and raise livestock, as well as some kind of other object like restoring peace to the valley, awakening a harvest diety, trying to save your grandfather's farm, etc. Another mechanic of the game is also trying to choose from one of 3-10 bachelorettes (or bachelors if you play as a girl) for your character to end up with. Throughout the Zelda games, Link is often paired with many other girls by fans, whether it be Zelda, Midna, Malon, Medli, etc., so this is kind of my spoof of both the Harvest Moon games as well as a nod towards the many pairings fans see with Link. Since Lewa fulfills the role of Link and Toa Nokama the role of Zelda, that was my start. And also before you ask, Some elements like the play are heavily inspired by Final Fantasy, so please don't be saying I'm ripping it off or anything, as I'm only spoofing it. Not to mention I doubt anyone would want me to directly spoof a Final Fantasy game. Even I don't want to see myself do it. Narrator: Within the faraway floating islands known as Skyloft, there slept a young simpleton who knew not of what the day ahead included for him. Little did he know that today would be the day he got up on the wrong side of the bed of The Zone Where Normal Things Don’t Happen Very Often. *Lewa was fast asleep in his room at the Knight Academy, sleeping in as he always did. Unfortunately for him, that peaceful sleep would end thanks to his alarm clock of Kiddy the Cat… who I question as to why his stuff hasn’t been canceled yet considering how downright evil and creepy he is.* Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! Rise and shine, you miserable fool! Ha ha ha! You think I am joking, but I am not kidding! Ha ha ha! Time for another miserable day in your pathetic life! Ha ha ha! *Lewa presses the snooze button and lazily gets up from his bed. He decides that since he no longer feels all that sleepy, there was nothing better to do than to just get ready. As he gets ready, he takes a little glance at his calendar, tearing off the page to reflect the new day. No sooner than when he finished, there is a knock at his door.* Lewa: Um… who’s at my door? Nokama: Who else would it be, sleepyhead? Lewa: Oh, Nokama! Nokama: Are you ready? Lewa: Yeah, I’m all dressed. *At that moment, Nokama takes it upon herself to barge into his room.* Nokama: Does that mean we’re good to go? Lewa: Go? Go where? Nokama: On our date, silly. *Nokama shoves Lewa playfully, almost knocking him into his dresser.* Lewa: DATE?? Nokama: That’s right. It’s our four-month anniversary. Lewa: We’ve been dating for four whole months?! Nokama: I know, isn’t it amazing?! Lewa: Uh… not the word I had in mind. So where are we going… honey? Nokama, giggles: I’m so glad you asked. I have our whole day planned! I think we’ll just go and see the play, first of all. Lewa: Okay… it better not be that all-lame The Tragedy of Prince Furno play… Nokama: Don’t worry, it’s something much better than that. Now let’s go, or we’ll be late! Lewa: But it’s morning! Nokama: No, it’s 2 in the afternoon. You must have really been asleep a long time. Lewa: I have a bad feeling about this… *Somewhat at the theatre…* Head Usher: CON-gratulations! You two are our lucky 1,000th couple today! Lewa: All right! What do I win? Head Usher: A chance to be in our fan-tabulous play! Lewa: Aw, come on! Not even a large-mount of money? Head Usher: No. That’s reserved for our lucky one millionth couple. Nokama: Oh, cool, we get to be in the play! Aren’t you excited? Lewa: Oh… sure-fine. *So after some quick rehearsals, the play was ready to begin. What was the name of this masterpiece of a play? Eh, no one really knows, to be honest. Something about a dragon, a princess, a legendary hero, you know the same old, same old.* Play Narrator: Long ago in the mythical land of Galidoria, a dark shadow hung over the land, causing sadness and sorrow. When not moon nor sun had risen, the Evil Dragon King Gormidormizinga kidnapped the lovely Princess Cecilia and took her to his prison. What would happen to her?! When all hope seemed lost, the legendary hero Rupert came into town, to save the Princess Cecilia, who got taken away, and now the children don’t play. Lewa: Someone please torch-burn this theatre now… *Just then, a ballet-dancing knight came onto the stage.* Knight: You have to be the legendary hero Rupert! Lewa: Um… Lo, it is I, the hero Rupert. Knight: I am confident you shall save the Princess Cecilia! Now, please, speak with our king! *The ballet-dancing king enters the stage as the knight moves away.* King: Ah, it is you, legendary hero Rupert! You have arrived to save my beloved daughter! Lewa: Yes… King: On the highest peak of the tallest mountain lies the lair of the Evil Dragon King Gormidormizinga, who kidnapped Princess Cecilia! Lewa: Does everyone think I have short-term memory? I heard you loud-shout it the first time. King: Um… Please, talk to my most trusted wizard who will reveal to you the secret to defeating this diabolical fiend! *Just then, a ballet-dancing wizard arrives on the stage. Without any alternative really, Lewa goes to talk to the bearded wizard person.* Wizard: I am the great wizard Myotis! Lewa: No relation to Myotismon? Wizard: No. It is written only true love can defeat Gormidormizinga. Lewa, sarcastic: Great. I’ll grab my stuff. Wizard: There is no time. Your sword is enough. Story Narrator: Overhead, Legendary Hero! The Evil Dragon King has arrived, and in his clutches he holds the fair maiden captive! Gormidormizinga: I am the Evil Dragon King, Gormidormizinga. I have not harmed the princess in any way. I have long been expecting you. Nokama: Oh, save me, Legendary Hero! Lewa: I feel so silly right now… Wizard: To save your beloved, it will take a kiss of true love! The Evil Dragon King cannot withstand the power of true love. Lewa: Um… Fear not, for I will save you! *Lewa slowly walks over to Nokama and kisses her lightly on her hand.* Nokama: Oh, Lewa, erm, I mean, Rupert. Gormidormizinga: Argh, no! The power of love! It has destroyed me! *The dragon shoots off into the air (off stage)* King: Oh, look, the power of love has triumphed over evil! Now let us feast. Lewa: Thank Mata Nui it’s over… *Everyone ballet twirls off stage.* Story Narrator: How truly amazing is the power of love. And so our protagonists go on to live happily ever after… *Later outside a Ferris Wheel…* Lewa: Well, that was awful. Can we do something enjoyable now? Nokama: Oh, look, a Ferris Wheel! Let’s get on. Lewa: Okay, that sounds a lot better. *So the two of them get on and slowly ride up to the top. As they do so, there is a fireworks display taking place.* Nokama: Wow! Isn’t this just amazing?! Lewa: I’ll say. This definitely makes up for that awful play! Nokama: Oh, you, always such a kidder. *Nokama playfully slaps Lewa on the back…forcing him to fall out the window and fall down quite a distance before colliding with the ground.* Nokama: Lewa?! Are you okay? *Lewa cries in pain.* Nokama: Oh, dear… *The next morning, Lewa was back in his room… but oddly enough, he was perfectly fine! In fact, it was as though the day never actually happened! He was still in his room in the Knight Academy with his possessed alarm clock and everything.* Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! Rise and shine, you miserable fool! Ha ha ha! You think I am joking, but I am not kidding! Ha ha ha! Time for another miserable day in your pathetic life! Ha ha ha! *Lewa presses the snooze button like before.* Lewa: Wait a minute! Didn’t I long-fall to my doom last night?! *Lewa throws off the covers to see he was unharmed, not a scratch on him, nor a sign of anything broken or hurt. He then looks at the clock, and sure enough it was still 2 in the afternoon.* Lewa: Something’s not right here. Why aren’t I in the hospital or anything?? Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! You want peace and quiet? Too bad! Ha ha ha! *Lewa unplugs the clock and then shoves it in his dresser upon getting himself dressed. He then takes a glance at the calendar again… it was the same date as yesterday!* Lewa: Now I know I changed that calendar yesterday… *He simply tears off the page again for future reference. Then there was a knock at the door.* Alura: Lewa? Are you in there? Lewa: Um… yes? *The Toa of Water takes it upon herself to break down the door and walk into Lewa’s room.* Lewa: Aren’t you supposed to be working at the Lumpy Pumpkin? Alura: Oh, don’t be silly. My dad was more than happy to let me have the day off on our four-month anniversary. Lewa: Four months?! Alura: I know! Isn’t it so exciting?! Now, let’s get going. I stood in line for quite some time to get these play tickets? Lewa: You don’t mean…? Alura: Yeah, that one. I know you didn’t want to see the Prince Furno one. Lewa: I don’t feel so good… Alura: Oh, come on, you don’t want to spend our anniversary sick, do you? Lewa: What if I do?! *Alura giggles and simply takes him by the hand and drags him out of the room.* Lewa: How are we even dating? You never paid attention to me before! You made me heavy-lift a bunch of pumpkins without ever thanking me! *Somewhat at the theatre…* Head Usher: CON-gratulations! You two are our lucky 1,000th couple today! You both get a chance to be in our fan-tabulous play! Lewa: I’d rather get the money… Alura: Oh, how exciting! Have you ever been in a play before, Lewa? Lewa: Sadly, yes, I have… *So after some quick rehearsals, the play was ready to begin. What was the name of this masterpiece of a play? I still don’t know. Stop asking me!* Play Narrator: … Gormidormizinga kidnapped the lovely Princess Cecilia and took her to his prison. What would happen to her?! When all hope seemed lost, the legendary hero Rupert came into town, to save the Princess Cecilia, who got taken away, and now the children don’t play. Lewa: Seriously, doesn’t anyone remember this play from yesterday? Darn it, I rhymed!! Argh! *Just then, a ballet-dancing knight came onto the stage.* Knight: You have to be the legendary hero Rupert! Lewa: You’re kidding me, right? Knight: Oh, um… I am, um… confident you shall save the Princess Cecilia! Now, please, speak with our king! Lewa: You don’t sound all that confident. *The ballet-dancing king enters the stage as the knight moves away.* King: Ah, it is you, legendary hero Rupert! You have arrived to save my beloved daughter! Lewa: Yes… King: On the highest peak of the tallest mountain lies… Lewa: No, no, no, wait, let me guess… Is it the lair of the Evil Dragon King Gormidormizinga?! King: Um… yes! You are wise as you are brave! He has taken my daughter! Please, talk to my most trusted wizard who will reveal to you the secret to defeating this diabolical fiend! Lewa: As long as this play ends… *Just then, a ballet-dancing wizard arrives on the stage. Without any alternative really, Lewa goes to talk to the bearded wizard person.* Wizard: I am the great wizard Myotis! Lewa: How are you not ripping off Myotismon? Wizard: Uh… no time for joking around, great hero! It is written only true love can defeat Gormidormizinga. Lewa, sarcastic: Great. I can’t wait to bomb some dodongos Wizard: That… has nothing to do with what I said. Lewa: I don’t care! Story Narrator: Overhead, Legendary Hero! The Evil Dragon King has arrived, and in his clutches he holds the fair maiden captive! Gormidormizinga: I am the Evil Dragon King, Gormidormizinga. I have not harmed the princess in any way. I have long been expecting you. Alura: Oh, save me, Legendary Hero! Lewa: Let it end, please! Wizard: To save your beloved, it will take a kiss of true love! The Evil Dragon King cannot withstand the power of true love. Lewa: A kiss, huh…? *Lewa runs over to Alura with the desperate hope of ending the play sooner, but then he accidentally trips and knocks over both Alura and the stupid dragon with the stupidly annoying name.* Gormidormizinga: Huh? What the--?? *The dragon king with the stupid name then shoots off into the air for no apparent reason and a maiden falls back down.* Lewa: That’s better. Alura, hurt: Wh-what?! King: Oh, look, the power of love has triumphed over evil! Now let us feast. *Everyone ballet twirls off stage… except Alura* Story Narrator: How truly amazing is the power of love. And so our protagonists go on to live happily ever after… Alura: Why doesn’t anyone like me?! I hate this play! I hate all of you! *Later outside a Ferris Wheel…* Alura, crying: So, Lewa… Not going to lie, but that was one of the meanest things you’ve ever done. Lewa: Not any more mean than heavy-lifting a bunch of crazy pumpkins! Do you know how much effort it took me?! Some of them nearly swipe-took my head off! If anything, now we’re even after tonight! Alura: Oh… okay… You know what would cheer me up? Lewa: Forcing me to play an instrument with you on stage to make me look like a fool? Alura: No, silly. How about a romantic ride on the Ferris Wheel? I hear they’re going to have fireworks going. Lewa: Do I have to? Alura: Don’t you like spending time with me? Lewa: At first glance, I thought I would, but after seeing what a twerp you are… Alura: Let’s get on! Lewa: Why do I even talk? I hope whoever my descendants are, they don’t fall head over heels for your descendants… *So the pair rides the Ferris Wheel up to the top as the fireworks are going on. Alura is entranced by them while Lewa doesn’t pay attention to them.* Alura: Isn’t this beautiful, Lewa? Lewa: Let me see… Nokama was struck-thrown out of the sky by Ghirahim… went to the Sacred Grounds… Alura: All the colors are just so beautiful and hypnotic. I’m so glad to have you here watching it with me. Lewa: Went to Skyview Temple… fought off Ghirahim… now I’m back here…? Alura: I can’t stay mad at you when the moment is so beautiful, Lewa. Lewa, sarcastic: What a relief. Alura: Say, do you remember how we first started dating? Lewa: No… Alura: Oh, don’t be playing silly. I sang for you. Lewa: No… Alura: So, just for this occasion… Lewa: NOOOOO… Alura, singing: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number. So call me maybe? Lewa: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! *About 2 and a half minutes of ear damage later…* *Lewa and Alura get off from the Ferris Wheel as it comes to a halt and allows them to leave.* Alura: I had such a wonderful time! Did you Lewa? *Lewa continues walking, not even looking back at her.* Alura: Lewa? Honey, is everything all right? Lewa: Never… again… Alura: I’ll… see you tomorrow? Lewa: Tomorrow would be most EXCELLENT! *So after talking like Bill and Ted, Lewa goes back to his room in the Knight Academy to sleep for a good 8 hours. And then he wakes up again.* Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: Ha ha ha! Rise and shine, you miserable fool! Ha ha ha! You think I am joking, but I am not kidding! Ha ha ha! Time for another miserable day in your pathetic life! Ha ha ha! *Lewa presses the snooze button like before.* Lewa: HUH?! But I unplugged you and shove-hid you in my dresser! Kiddy Cat Alarm Clock: You think you can get rid of me, but I am still here! Ha ha ha! *Lewa takes the moment to stomp on the alarm clock a few times before kicking what was left of it under his bed. Once again he gets dressed, hoping the nightmare would be over, but then he looks at his calendar again…* Lewa: How is this happening?! It’s still the same day! *Lewa tears off the page again and rips it up into shreds. As soon as he’s done fuming with rage, he hears some knocking at his door…* Lewa: Oh, Mata Nui, please don’t let this continue! Dalu: Oh, my beloved sweetheart, are you ready? Lewa: I… I’m as ready as I’ll ever be… *That’s when Dalu, the Item Check girl, swaggers into Lewa’s room.* Dalu: All right, now let’s go before we’re late. Lewa: Late for what? Dalu: For the play, silly. Lewa: Oh, no…! Dalu: I know you’ve been wanting to see this play for the longest time. Lewa: I don’t even know how it is you’re in love with me! Dalu: Oh, silly, don’t tease me. I wanted to do something special for our-- Lewa: Four month anniversary. Dalu: Oh, you remembered! You’re such a-- Lewa: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the world’s best boyfriend. If we hurry up, we might get there before we’re the… *Somewhat at the theatre…* Head Usher: CON-gratulations! Lewa: Oh, come on!!! Head Usher: You two are our lucky 1,000th couple today! You both get a chance to be in our fan-tabulous play! Lewa: Seriously, I’d rather get the money instead… Dalu: Oh, this is just so exciting! Have you ever been in a play before, darling? Lewa: You have NO IDEA! *So after some quick rehearsals, the play was ready to begin. What was the name of this masterpiece of a play? I already told you I don’t know, so stop asking me!* Play Narrator: … hero Rupert came into town, to save the Princess Cecilia, who got taken away, and now the children don’t play. Lewa: I might as well have fun with it if I’m stuck in this stupid play. *Just then, a ballet-dancing knight came onto the stage.* Knight: You have to be the legendary hero Rupert! Lewa: Yes, it is me! Rupert, legendary hero and sometimes the live-action Dr. Claw! Knight: Yes, well… I am, um… confident you shall save the Princess Cecilia! Now, please, speak with our king! *The ballet-dancing king enters the stage as the knight moves away.* Lewa: Lo, your majesty! How is the Duke in the land of Gamelon? King: Uhh… there is no time to jest, legendary hero. The evil dragon king is approaching. Lewa: Aw, yeah, it’s go time! King: Please, talk to my most trusted wizard who will reveal to you the secret to defeating this diabolical fiend so you can save my daughter! Lewa: With great haste, I go to the right platform to ride-drive a train to Hogwarts! *Just then, a ballet-dancing wizard arrives on the stage. Without any alternative really, Lewa goes to talk to the bearded wizard person.* Lewa: How are you, Dumbledore?! Wizard: I am the great wizard Myotis! Lewa: Speak quickly, Myotismon! Wizard: I said my name is Myotis. Lewa: Make haste, VenomMyotismon! I think the Evil Dragon King may be getting closer! Wizard: Look… I’m just doing my job. You don’t have to be so rude. Lewa: So tell me, MaloMyotismon, what is the secret to defeating this evil fiend?! Wizard: Love. True love. A kiss ought to do the trick. Lewa: Thank you, great wizard Mytosis! Story Narrator: Overhead, Legendary Hero! The Evil Dragon King has arrived, and in his clutches he holds the fair maiden captive! Gormidormizinga: I am the Evil Dragon King, Gormidormizinga. I have not harmed the princess in any way. Lewa: Some evil dragon king you turned out to be. Gormidormizinga: I have long been expecting you. Dalu, over-acting: Oh, save me, Legendary Hero! Lewa: Right ho, fair maiden! Although it will be most difficult to kiss a maiden such as yourself… Dalu: I… beg your pardon?? Lewa: Well, yeah. Someone with a voice so shrill that can break-shatter glass. And when anyone looks at you, their face will simply melt off. Dalu: Get incinerated, you no-good freak! *She breaks away from the dragon and slaps Lewa so hard he gets thrown backwards.* Gormidormizinga: You two are possibly the worst actors I’ve ever worked with. Dalu: Don’t talk to me, you lame movie monster reject! *Dalu then performs a Thunderclaw Kick, immediately KO’ing the actor playing the dragon.* Story Narrator: Um… Christmas with The King! Good night, everyone! *Oh, so that’s the name of the play… well, that settles that.* *Later outside a Ferris Wheel…* Lewa: Oh, come on, Dalu, I had lots of fun tonight! Didn’t you?! Dalu: … Lewa: Have you been talking to Kopeke? *Lewa sighs* Lewa: Ferris Wheel ride? Dalu: Gee… that would be lovely. *So the pair rides the Ferris Wheel up to the top as the fireworks are going on. Dalu is instantly entranced by them while Lewa doesn’t pay attention to them, considering this is the third time he’s seen them.* Dalu: They’re so pretty tonight. Wow! *Dalu is kneeling on the chair, looking out the window as Lewa sits there looking both annoyed and confused.* Dalu: Something about them just makes you want to stare at them forever! Lewa: … Dalu: Oh, Lewa, I’m sorry for getting so upset. Although I’m still not sure why you were being so mean to me today… Lewa: Um… too much stress? Dalu: Oh, Lewa, I’m so sorry to hear that. But next time you’re under stress, just let me know so we can work it out together. Lewa: That’s really not-- *Dalu takes the time to lightly peck Lewa on the cheek.* Dalu: Lewa? Lewa: Never… again. *Once the Ferris Wheel stops, the both of them get off.* Dalu: Well, despite the play being one of the most embarrassing nights of my life and the awkward kiss, I had such a wonderful time! Didn’t you, Lewa? Lewa? *Lewa just keeps on walking briskly, ignoring Dalu.* Lewa: By the goddesses, let this be over!! *The next morning, Lewa was back in his room… but was it really “tomorrow” like he hoped it would be?* to be continued...
  5. All right then, hey everyone, ShadowBionics here again with the next installment of the "Dimwit of Time" series, which follows as a direct sequel to "The Moron's Mask." This is going to be a spoof of Twilight Princess, and as you can guess I'm spoofing the "Link/Child" timeline of the Zelda timeline. As for the "Zelda/Adult" timeline, that will be for some other day in the future. Anyways, let's get on with the story.Like with TMM, this is all pre-written stuff. The first chapter was written in November of 2010, and I was actually going through a difficult time around that month. Hopefully it doesn't show. The story is still on-going, as I just finished chapter 25. The story itself won't go past 30 chapters, so no worries there. However, the chapters are definitely going to be lengthy, so there won't be any combing chapters this time around. And if there is, then it won't be as often. First chapter, right at you now.*Long ago in the land of Metru Nui… there lived a boy and his horse. They were the best of friends and they loved each other. They also had a friend named Mr. Wall of Fire. The boy's name was Antroz, but Antroz was a naughty boy who did evil things revolving around some princess girl and this crazy hero guy in green.**It was up to the sages to execute him, but they failed miserably. They took it upon themselves to banish him to a prison for the greatest of criminals, thus sending him down into the Zone Where Normal Things Don't Happen Very Often…**They believed it would solve all their problems when in fact they only made everything that much worse than before…*Bionicle: Twilight Delinquent*It was peaceful out in Metru Nui, it was so peaceful that it was boring.*Rusl: Hey, Lewa…Lewa: What is it, freak?Rusl: I have a name, you know.Lewa: Really? What is it?Rusl: You know… I've been so lost and confused in my life, I don't even know my true name.Lewa: Then you are a sad, strange-wagon. You have my pity.Rusl: I hope you don't feel weird...Lewa: Too late for that, weird-freak.Rusl: I just wanted to sit down by this waterfall.Lewa: They call it as spring, weird-freak.Rusl: I like looking at the spring… I could stare at it forever. Do you know what kind of water that is?Lewa: No… I don't take swim-dips in the water.Rusl: Look at how clear and crystal that water is. You know, they make Sprite with this water.Lewa: What, are you serious?Rusl: Yeah, this is where Sprite comes from. Just look at it. They take the water and put it into Sprite cans and bottles everywhere.Lewa: You are insane, you know that?Rusl: Maybe. I was going to tell you something important.Lewa: What?Rusl: You're adopted and no one ever loved you.Lewa: …Rusl: That's what I wanted to tell you.Lewa: I kinda figured that since I don't have parents. At least... not that I can fully remember, aside from my dad before he got dragged to the funny farm.Rusl: Okay, I'm joking. What I really wanted to tell you is there's this city of Metru Nui and we're just outside of it. Ever heard of it.Lewa: Somewhat.Rusl: Yeah, it's this big place and we're at like the edge of it.Lewa: I feel like I've been there before.Rusl: Well, you never have been, that's the other thing I wanted to tell you about. Okay, now go to work for the ranch.Lewa: I don't wanna go to work.Rusl: Too bad.Lewa: I hate you, weird-freak.Rusl: That's not my name!Lewa: I have to call you something since you don't have a name.Rusl: Don't call me that!Lewa: What do I call you?Rusl, sigh: Okay, fine… but only because I lost my true name.*Lewa and Rusl get up and start walking away from the spring. Lewa had to get to the ranch, as he was nothing but a simple ranch hand. He was unaware though, that there were bigger things lined up in his destiny… With Epona, he rode to the ranch and got ready to get to work herding these scary goat-like things. And since I found this tedious (and glitchy the first time I played it on the Wii version), I'm going to skip to the end.**Lewa was able to get the job done herding the goats around, despite how stubborn a lot of them were. Yeah, his job this time around isn't as exciting as those of his ancestors in the days long past. He went to the other spring to take a load off of his mind, considering lately his mind was tormented with visions of some sun-burnt yelling guy with the Triforce of Power and a red/black crazy girl who danced to the song "Night Nurse." But they're not important, so let's ignore them.*Lewa: Well, that was tedious.Hahli: Oh, hi, Lewa…Lewa: Oh… hello.Hahli: How you doin'?Lewa: I'm... sure-fine to say the least.*There is an awkward moment of silence before the two split up and Lewa goes into his home for some sleep... and to get tormented by nightmares of the yelly guy and the freaky lady who lives in a mask. That's all ended when there's someone calling for him... a bunch of the scariest kids you'd ever see, especially the evil baby...*Lewa: Okay, what do you brats want?Talo: There's a slingshot at the store!Lewa: What am I, 10? I don't play with kid-toys!*5 minutes later...*Lewa, panting: Must... search-find... money... to get... slingshot!*Lewa drives himself crazy getting enough money and smashing some pumpkins (lol, Smashing Pumpkins). He literally goes the distance to find some money. On some stone pillars, he spies a monkey holding some weird bundle of something...*Lewa: That monkey got money? Only one way to find out.*Unlike his ancestors, he doesn't take that much of a direct approach. He takes some grass and plays me a song and summons a hawk.*Lewa: Go get the money!*He sends the hawk to the monkey, the hawk grabs the bundle and brings it back. Sadly it wasn't money, it was actually a baby cradle.*Lewa: What the blaze is this? Maybe I can sell-pawn if for money.Uli: You found my cradle!Lewa: Uh... of course I did. Now give me a reward!Uli: Take this fishing rod!Lewa: Aw! Well, maybe I can sell-catch some fish then.*That is exactly what Lewa does and he starts his own fishing business (without a fishing license, for shame), but that is short lived once a cat comes along and starts to steal his fish.*Lewa: Get back here! I'm going to kill that—*Lewa runs after the cat, which goes all the way into the store. Lewa breaks in.*Lewa: You cat snatch-stole my fish!Shopkeeper: Sorry, I can't give credit.Lewa: How do I get money then?Shopkeeper: I don't know. Take this bottle of milk, go nuts.*Lewa got a half-empty bottle of milk. But more importantly, he got a bottle!*Lewa: I don't drink milk...
  6. The follow-up to The Dimwit of Time, here is the sequel based on Majora's Mask, promptly named The Moron's Mask. This picks up 6 months after the end of The Dimwit of Time and follows Lewa as he goes off to try and find Navi, and instead he finds a demented toy who wants to bring destruction with the help of the Kanohi Elitha, the Mask of Death.The story was written 2 years ago in 2010 and was originally suggested to BZPower back then as well, but I discontinued it after the first chapter and continued to write it elsewhere. As such, while I have gone and updated parts of the story, there are still some old, dated jokes and references that remain. Also, for those who are familiar with me from 2006-2010, don't worry, she won't be in the story as much. Those days are over for me now. However, she still does play a part in the story. Anyways, onto the first, slightly modified chapter.In the land of Metru Nui, the people speak about a legend... A legened about a crazy Toa of Air with a sword and fairy who saved Metru Nui. Together, they faced many hardships, like Vahki guards, a creepy talking bird, a burnt yelling guy, and so on. They traveled a great distance from the city to the desert and back. After defeating a great evil, they were seperated as the fairy could no longer take the lunacy of the Toa. This left him confused and wanting to find her.Now in search of his lost friend, the legend continues...Bionicle: The Moron's Mask*It had been about 6 months after Toa Lewa triumphed over the evil Antroz, rescuing Nokama and saving Metru Nui... or so he thought, anyway. He and Nokama uneasily became friends and she helped him get ready for his search for Navi, very eager to get him out. She enlisted the help of some of her best knights... one of which had a dark secret that no one would ever know for a long time.*Lewa: What're ya going to do?Tahu: I don't know why I have to listen to Gali.Lewa: Her name is Nokama.Tahu: Whatever. "You have to go get him out, he's going on a journey!" I tell you. I got most of your stuff. I got that shield of yours that oddly looks like it belongs to the hard-working Iruini. I also got your skyblaster and your bow and arrows and bombs and stuff like that. And I kept your Air Sabre for you, so you're all set up.Lewa: Thank you, fellow hero! Now I'm off to search-find Navi!Tahu: I don't know what a Navi is, but okay, I guess whatever makes you happy. I'm going to go home now and wonder about why it never snows in San Francisco.*Because he never got Epona in this timeline, Lewa was walking through the tangled mess that was the chute system of Metru Nui. As he walked on, he was suddenly tripped by a strange figure who looked like a mere puppet. As he closed in on Lewa, it was seen that he was wearing some sort of evil, immoral mask, like one only a Makuta would wear. Even then, this was a mask even the Brotherhood of Makuta considered to be evil and dangerous for them due to the legends and experiences that surrounded it. When the evil masked puppet spoke, his voice sounded like it came from the throat of someone who enjoyed pain...*Remote 2.0, Dr. Claw voice: Heh heh heh heh... I'm so evil, evil is so fun. And what is this?*Accompanied by two fairies, the evil puppet went to inspect the body of the unconscious Toa.*Remote 2.0: Oh, look, a dead body. *He kicked Lewa over on his side and inspected him.* Now time to rob him and leave him in a stupid pose. Heh heh heh... Oh, look, and ocarina.*The puppet took the ocarina and plays a few notes.*Tael: Dang, man, we got the jackpot! Let me see.Remote 2.0: Okay, have it your way.Tatl: Wait, this isn't Burger King!Remote: 2.0: Who said anything about Burger King? Heh heh heh!Lewa, getting up: Oh, man, I hurt my head... *The Toa looked over and saw the strange freak playing his ocarina.* Hey you. Who are you?Remote 2.0, hiding ocarina: That is none of your concern. Now go back to being dead like a good little boy.Lewa: No!Remote 2.0: That wasn't a request, that was an order. Now let me go go about my business in peace.Lewa: But that's my ocarina! Give it back.Remote 2.0: How about I make you a trade... I keep your ocarina and you... fall down this hole!!Lewa: That's not a fair-trade!Remote 2.0: It is to me...*The robot kicks Lewa down into a rabbit hole and his mind is seduced with subliminal messages, mostly concerning buying Oxyclean and Orange-Glo. Finally, he landed on top of a large flower. Ae he got up, he stood face-to-face with the evil thief, who held a remote in has hands like it was some weapon.*Lewa: Good thing this flower was here, that long-fall could have been serious.Remote 2.0: Indeed...Lewa: Oh, it's you. Give me my ocarina!Remote 2.0: No. I think I'll just keep it for myself. I'll pawn it off for some money or something.Lewa: Look-see... You don't want to get on my bad side... I'm the Hero of Time! I defeated Antroz and I saved the princess!Remote 2.0: Oh, please, that doesn't frighten me. Unlike Antroz, I am actually evil.Lewa: Oh, like that's going to scare me?Remote 2.0: I cancelled and closed most of ShadowBionics' BZPower comedies!Lewa: Monster! Now I'm really going to kill-handle you!Remote 2.0: I think not. You see, this remote gives me some incredible power. This mask contains great and powerful dark magic as well. In fact, all I have to do is utter the cursed words, and you will be completely powerless.Lewa: What cursed words?Remote 2.0: Burning Deoderant!*At that moment, a violent sensation overcame Lewa's body, and he fell to the ground. Then in his mind, he found himself surrounded by many Deku Scrubs, all laughing at him.**In Lewa's mind*Deku Scrubs, chanitng: One of us! One of us! One of us! One of us! One of us!Lewa: Get away from me! *The Toa ran for his life, forgetting that he could fly, from the Deku Scrubs, who just multiplied and overcame him in a giant mosh.*Deku Scrubs, chanting louder: One of us! One of us! One of us! One of us!*Lewa snapped out of his vision and when he looked in the reflection and saw who he was (lol, Christina Aguilera reference), he got the surprise of his life.*Lewa: Mata Nui's pointy shoulders...! You turned me into a plant thing!*Indeed he was, but more specifically he was actually more of a Deku scrub with that wooden body and that long trumpet-like nose. We all know he's a Deku Scrub, but he doesn't seem to realize that quite yet. Not until it kind of hits him later on, but what am I saying, really? Let's all go back and enjoy the story.*Remote 2.0, demonic laughter: Now you'll never be as cool as me with that silly appearance! *As the weirdo-turned-dark lord floated away with Tael, Tatl stayed along to start beating up on poor Lewa.*Tael: Darn it, hurry up over there!*Before Tatl could stop beating him up, the door closed between the two fairy siblings. Tatl flew to the door, trying to open it, but her body was too small and frail to do so. She then went back to Lewa.*Tatl: Hey, you!Lewa: All right! I finally found you, Navi!Tatl: Uh... what's a Navi? Some sort of yogurt?Lewa: That's your name... You. Don't you remember?Tatl: If I was this Navi friend of yours, would I have jsut beaten you up a minute ago?Lewa: Yeah. You did that a lot to me, especially when I was in the middle of something, if you were trying to stop me from doing something, you wanted me to do something, or if you were bored.Tatl: Listen you wooden freak, I'm not this Navi! I'm Tatl, and I need you to help me catch up with Remote and my brother Tael.Lewa: Oh, Navi, you're so crazy.Tatl: *groans.*Lewa: You think your name's Tatl?Tatl: I don't think, I KNOW it is.Lewa: And your brother's name is Tael?Tatl: Yes.Lewa: If you put those together, you get--Tatl: Yes, I know that...Lewa: Tael-Tatl. *stupid laugh.*Tatl, groans: Something tells me this is going to be a really long day...*So the fairy and her new grass-Toa companion set off through the underwoods... lolz, Underwood. Like Carrie. Underwood. Okay, I'll shut up now.*Tatl: Come on, Lewa, I see a door up ahead!Lewa: Great! Now I can kill-handle that Remote guy for turning me into a grass Pokemon!*As Lewa opens the door and steps inside, they go into what looks like a creepy clockwork tower.*Tatl: I've wanted to ask you about that. You changed species, but your voice sounds the same. Sounds like lazy writing on behalf of the writer.Happy Mask Saleman, Scottish accent: Aye. That is a lazy bit of writing indeed.Lewa: What the Makuta?! Who are you?!Happy Mask Salesman: Oh, me? I be the Happy Mask Salesman. I sell happy masks. I also sell EVIL MASKS! Masks from the darkest depths of Karzahni! The kinds of masks that could enslave all Matoran kind and demand massive sacrifices and then watch Finding Nemo and laugh at the bit where his mum dies! But other than that, they're mostly happy. I've got an Al Pacino mask on may backpack, and that makes everyone happy.*That's when the creepy salesman goes into his crazy instant-changing poses.*Happy Mask Salesman: I was wondering if you could do me a favor. You see, I have to leave here in 3 days and one of my cursed masks got stolen by a weird Robot with targets painted on his cheeks and a messy blond wig.Lewa: Robot with messy blond wig? I've seen that guy!Happy Mask Salesman: Yes, him. I thought maybe you could get it back for me, you know?Lewa: Sure, I guess.Happy Mask Salesman: That's great. You know, people say if you carry a cursed mask for too long ,you go crazy. But I've been doing it for years, and I'm not crazy. *He then grabs Lewa and starts berattling him.* I mean, DO I LOOK CRAZY TO YOU?!Lewa: Would you let me go?!*The weirdo lets go of him and goes into another instantly-changing pose.*Happy Mask Salesman: Not yet. First, I must teach you the Song of Healing...Lewa; Oh... no... what's he gonig to do?!*That's when the freak starts to get his groove on to the music of KC and the Sunshine Band. He puts his hands on his face and starts flailing his head.*Music: Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake.Happy Mask Salesman: Shake your whole self. Shake your whole self!*He then makes a frowning face and starts bending back and forth a bunch of times.*Music: Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake.*Lewa and Tatl, scared out of their minds, take advantage of the moment and head for the doors.*Happy Mask Salesman: Oh... he's gone now. But I'm sure the rest of you will stay here and listen to the rest of the song, right?To be continued...Happy Mask Salesman: Okay, fine, then you all can fall down a hole.
  7. All right, this looks to be the first comedy I've posted since... forever. I know a lot of people don't like my comedies anymore and that I should "give up" since I've been at this since 2006, but I think different. For anyone confused about this comedy, this is actually going to be an exclusive to BZP for the time being. This is actually somewhat of a spin-off of my LOZ/Bionicle crossover and it is going to bridge the gap between The Dimwit of Time and Twilight Delinquent. Because both are still being made and because this is going to be a major spoiler for TD, it will be on here just because someone asked me to post The Dimwit of Time on here (however, I'm not going to because when I did put it on BZP, people said they didn't like it).So then, it takes place after DOT where Lewa (equivalent to Link) has defeated Antroz (equivalent to Ganondorf/Ganon) and after The Moron's Mask where Lewa tries to search for Navi, but ends up finding some bigger trouble instead (equivalent to Majora/Majora's Mask). After defeating said trouble, he returns home. Around that same time in another universe, there exists the Hero Factory, and for a brief moment both worlds are about to soon meet.So as such, the story is going to contain material from the previous comedies most people have not read, plus a few things that maybe people who read my older comedies would understand. For the most part, I think it can stand on its own. I've answered most of the big questions up above. Now onto the story.Narrator: Deep within the Hero Factory of Makuhero city, things were about to take an interesting turn for one Mark Surge of the Alpha team courtesy of one Nathaniel Zibb. Young Surge would soon be called away on a business trip, one that would change his life and make him network with new people. He would be heading off with a first class ticket to The Zone Where Normal Things Don’t Happen Very Often.Zibb: Just a little more tweaks here…Surge: Hey, Zibb, what’re you doing?Zibb: Oh, Surge. Aren’t you supposed to be at the training sphere?Surge: Yeah, but I got bored.Zibb: Don’t you have anything else to do aside from annoy me?Surge: Nope. Not really.Zibb, sighs: Fine. I’m working on this new invention. I’ve been working on it for quite some time.*Surge looks over and sees they’re just two padded circles with a red button in the middle of each.*Surge: So what does it do?Zibb: It’s still in the experimental stages, but what it’s meant to do is allow someone to run at supersonic speeds with little to no effort.Surge: What good is that?Zibb: Well… You see… When you… okay, I don’t know what good it is, but it sounds cool, right?*Surge takes both of them and attaches them to his feet. He pretends to job in place.*Zibb: You better be careful, that invention still hasn’t been perfected yet. The effects could be disastrous.Surge: Ah, what could go wrong?*Surge then stomps his foot down, triggering Zibb’s unnamed invention and making his foot vibrate. This chain affect makes his other foot vibrate until he is forcibly made to run forward until he rips the fabric of time and space, disappearing.*Zibb: Oh, that can’t be good…Furno: Hey, Zibb. Have you seen Surge?Zibb: Surge? Who is Surge?Furno: Come on, you know who I’m talking about.Zibb: I’m afraid he’s taken one of my inventions and now he’s lost somewhere in time and space.Furno: But you can get him back, can’t you?Zibb: I don’t know how.Furno: That can’t be good…*No, it wasn’t. Eventually, Surge arrived in a pocket dimension of universe parallel to their own full of beings of biomechanical origin. However, in this pocket dimension, things were much more out of control…**Lewa was walking around in the Lost Woods trying to grind for rupees. He cut through some of the grass and found a few. Then, he took a pumpkin and threw it, making more rupees appear.*Lewa: Money doesn’t grow on trees. It grows inside pumpkins. How about rocks?*Lewa takes a heavy rock over his head, but because it is so heavy and he doesn’t have a Pakari, he drops it and knocks himself out cold.**Meanwhile, Surge ends up in the Lost Woods and discovers Lewa.*Surge: Hmm… a local. Maybe he can help me find out where I am.*Surge walks over to Lewa’s unconscious body. He waves his hand in front of his mask, trying to wake him up.*Surge: Hey! Hello? Hey! Listen. Can you help me out here? Hello? Hey! Listen.*Lewa, dazed, slowly woke back up. First thing he saw was Surge’s blue head. His vision was still blurred, so he couldn’t fully see who it was. However, Surge’s “interesting” dialogue makes him almost mistake him for someone else…*Lewa: Navi?Surge: What? I’m not any Navi. My name’s Surge and I’m a Hero from Makuhero city. I’m lost and--Lewa: If you aren’t Navi, why are you dressed like her?*Surge looks at him awkwardly, then at himself.*Surge: What?Lewa: And why were you speak-talking like her?Surge: I didn’t understand that.Lewa: Are you making fun of me?Surge: No, no, I’m just lost--*Lewa uses THE FORCE!! to summon his air saber, as well as his stolen shield from Iruini.*Lewa: Prepared to eat your words?*Lewa fires a blast of air at Surge, but he dodges and fires a shot of lightning at him. Nimble and quick, Lewa rolls out of the way. He then bashes Surge with his shield, leaps into the air, and performs a later he would later name “the helm splitter.”*Lewa: I’d better remember that if I need to show-teach that to my descendants.*As Surge recovered, a capsule fell from the sky. It contained a motion bomb sensor. Surge quickly threw it at Lewa, but he shield bashed it back, knocking it away. Lewa then jumped over the spot where it landed and managed to catch a falling capsule in midair, revealing it had a super scope. Lewa studied it as he landed a few feet away from Surge.*Surge: Need some help with that?*Lewa aimed and charged a shot at Surge.*Lewa: Nope. I’m good. *He fires his charged shot, narrowly missing Surge who ducked out of the way in time. Surge ran away from Lewa as he fired again, accidentally stepping on the sensor the placed earlier, blasting him back a few feet.*Surge: I’m getting out of here. *Attempting to use Zibb’s invention again, he runs for his life, leaving behind another tear in the time-space fabric.*Lewa: You won’t quick-escape from me that easy!*Lewa runs after him afterwards, the both of them ending up in another part of Lewa’s universe…*Gali: What are you talking about, Tahu?Tahu: Tell me why it is Krika and Antroz are so interested in you?Gali: Well, maybe if Kopaka were here… *blushes*Tahu, deviously: Well, he’s not here… not anymore…*Flashback…**A sick Kopaka bangs on Tahu’s door.*Kopaka: Tahu! Open up! All the other doctors are all out to lunch so you’re unfortunately my last choice! Come on!Tahu, from inside: Just a minute!*Tahu, from inside his house, looks outside and sees Kopaka. Suspicious that Kopaka has a crush on Gali, he devises a plan.*Tahu: Moon prism power.*In a brilliant flash, Tahu goes into a transformation.*Tahu: It’s me, Dr. Tahu. Come in, Kopaka.*He lets Kopaka inside, who sits down at his table.*Kopaka: You’d better know what you’re doing.Tahu: Don’t worry, I’m a doctor. *Tahu takes a bottle and puts in some sleep powder.* Here, drink this.Kopaka: Thanks… I think. *Kopaka takes a drink and in 2 seconds, he is out like a light.*Tahu, devious laugh: Nighty night, Kopaka. Now Gali is mine!*After that, Tahu leaves Kopaka with Pohatu.*Tahu: Pohatu, old friend!Pohatu: What do you want?Tahu: Nothing, can’t two friends just sit down and shoot the breeze?Pohatu: What did you do?Tahu: Kopaka’s trying to move in on Gali, as are Krika and Antroz, so I’ve put Kopaka to sleep and I need to leave him here for about a week before he wakes up again.*Pohatu: Fine, I’ll help you this time, but I really wish you wouldn’t be involved in so many wacky shenanigans. I can see why Onua gets nervous any time you mention a plan.Onua: Because they all end up in disaster, that’s why.*End Flashback.*Gali: I miss Kopaka… and I still wonder what happened to Lewa.Tahu: They’re not important right now.*Moment he says that, Surge breaks through the wall. Like the Kool-aid man.*Surge: Oh, no!Lewa: Oh, yeah!Gali: What’s going on here?!Tahu: Who are you? And why are you here, Lewa??Lewa: Fast-chasing this blue guy for insulting me!Tahu: You’re still upset that Navi’s gone, aren’t you?Lewa: Why did she leave me?!Surge: As much as I’d like to listen to you both, I’ve gotta run!*Surge then hops down a warp pipe.*Tahu: Hey! That’s mine!*Lewa dashes past Tahu and hops down the warp pipe. Tahu does the same, leaving Gali confused. The three of them pop out of the warp pipe on a battle field where capsules fall from the sky.*Surge: Later! *Surge runs again, this time using Zibb’s invention at minimum power (apparently Surge was learning how to use it).*Tahu: Come back here!*Tahu gives chase and picks up a capsule that contains a beam sword.*Tahu: This’ll do fine. *He resumes running after Surge while Lewa runs the other way in an attempt to trap Surge. Lewa takes a capsule, which contains a homerun bat.**Surge runs up to a higher place, with Tahu climbing up after him. Surge tries to run, but is shocked to see Lewa right there in front of him.*Lewa: You’re caught-trapped…Tahu: And there’s no place to run.*Before either Toa could strike, a pokeball lands in front of Surge, and a Pikachu comes out of it.*Pikachu: Pikachu!Tahu: What is this?*Without warning, the Pikachu jumps up and hugs Tahu’s face. It then proceeds to use thunderbolt, giving Tahu quite a shock. As Tahu yells in pain, Surge and Lewa rush to pull the Pikachu off his face. After that, the Pikachu returns to the pokeball, and the pokeball returns to the owner, who is a masked person in a hood… like some sort of Amon wannabe.*Masked person: You have done well to make it this far, heroes. Let’s see how you fair against the likes of me.*Surge and Tahu fire at the mystery person, but they are very nimble and quick in dodging every attack until Surge is left face to face with them. The attacker gets behind Surge and places a hand on his forehead.*Surge: No! Leave me alone!*Before the attacker could do anything, Surge is somehow pulled back to his own universe.*Zibb: It’s a good thing I implemented a failsafe in my invention.Surge: Well, it’s a good thing you did. I was fighting these Toa guys and this crazy masked weirdo.Furno: I think you’ve had enough action for one day. I think your core needs a good recharge.Surge: But I’m not kidding, they were real!*Back with Tahu and Lewa, they were faced with their mysterious attacker who had their eyes set on them both.*Masked person: Toa Tahu and Toa Lewa… two great heroes. It’s a shame you’re about to meet your end.Tahu: You’re not going to take us down that easily!Lewa: Yeah! Plus I beat Antroz and Elitha! I’m sure I can beat you easy.Masked person: Oh, really? Let’s see you eat those words.*As Tahu charged in to slash, the attacker held out their hand, stopping him in his tracks and somehow draining his energy. Tahu then falls to his knees.*Lewa: My turn. *Lewa unleashes a few gusts of air, knocking the attacker back and saving Tahu. Knocking the attacker off guard, Tahu takes them in a lock while Lewa approaches.*Tahu: All right, let’s take care of this loon.Lewa: Wait a minute… I’ve watched this show. So that means that by unmasking this weird-freak…*Sadly Lewa, this isn’t Amon, so you’re thinking of the wrong person. By removing the mask, he reveals the face of some blond singer girl.*Tahu: What in the world??Lewa: Is this real?!Natalie Horler: *laughs* No, silly. Otherwise it’d be too bloody easy for you if it really was!*So the false singer removed the mask and wig, revealing a very different mask.*Antroz: Did you miss me?Tahu: Wait… how did you manage to dress up as some girl singer, let alone imitate her voice?Antroz: That’s not important now.Lewa: How can you be still-standing here?! I thought you died.Tahu: I know… Hey, Antroz, what’s your favorite smoothie?Antroz: I hate smoothies.Tahu: Ah-ha!Lewa: You’re a fake! The real Antroz loves smoothies!Antroz: Okay, fine, you caught me.*The false Antroz unmasks himself to reveal yet another mask… one that made Lewa drop to his knees.*Lewa: No… it can’t be you… you’re dead!Elitha, devilish laugh: So you thought. You didn’t defeat me on the moon, Lewa.Tahu: Wait a minute, that’s Elitha?Lewa: Not the night-nurse mask!Elitha: That’s right, Lewa. I never did forgive you however for trying to destroy me on the moon, so I naturally decided to return and get back at you.*Elitha breaks free from Tahu’s grip, shoving him off and then lowering her hood to reveal it was indeed her true mask.*Tahu: How was it you defeated her?Lewa: I drain-weakened her power in a one-on-one dance-off. After that, I used to Fierce Diety’s Mask to destroy her.Tahu: You wouldn’t happen to have that mask with you, right?Lewa: It was nuke-burned in the epic aftermath return to the planet’s surface.Tahu: It’s as if they didn’t want you to keep that mask. Darn.Elitha: *Insane, maniacal laughter* Yup, so you don’t have any hope in defeating me, you two.*Elitha turns into her spirit form and rushes to Tahu, quickly returning to physical form and placing her scissor scythe against his head.*Elitha: So, how should I go about it? Should you go first and then Lewa? Or maybe Lewa first so you can watch him perish before I make you suffer? Your call, handsome. What do you say?Tahu: I say you’re attractive but insane.Elitha: *giggles* Thank you. For that, maybe I might spare you. However, Lewa… you’re going to suffer now. I might not be able to cause instant death, but I can still make your last moments agonizing.Tahu: Why? Are you like Vanille in the idea that you have a 1% chance to cause instant death but can still cause massive damage if you fail?Elitha: Uh… yeah. Let’s go with that.*Elitha releases Tahu from her grasp and makes a leap to attack Lewa. Before she is able to do anything, she is suddenly frozen in her tracks.*Kopaka: You need to chill out.Tahu: Kopaka?! How are you…?Kopaka: That medicine you gave me did the trick. All I needed was to rest for a full week.Tahu: Oh… darn it.Kopaka: Good thing I arrived just in time, too. Looks like you were both done for.Lewa: Well, I was. Tahu was just hit-flirting with her, so she spared him.Kopaka: Huh. Well, whatever. So, what do we do with her?Tahu: I say we push her off a cliff.Lewa: I have another idea.*Much later on…*Tahu: Explain this to me again.Lewa: She will fly-soar all the way to the moon where she belongs and never bother me again.Kopaka: Well, the rocket is set for an automatic course for the moon.Tahu: Yeah, and she’s loaded inside. Care to do the honors?Lewa: You have no idea.*Lewa sets the rocket to launch and Elitha is sent all the way to the moon, never to be seen ever again. Or is she?*Tahu: So long, weirdo! Have fun at space camp!Lewa: Hope that’s the last we see of her.Kopaka: Why wouldn’t it be?Lewa: I don’t know. I have the feeling some strange-crazy guy who wears a helmet will get sent to space camp and stumble on her mask and mistake her as a spirit guide and take over Metru Nui in a large attack.Kopaka: That’s crazy talk.Tahu: Yeah. Besides, like that’ll ever happen. I was just joking about the space camp thing anyway. I don’t think such a thing even exists.Lewa: Hope you’re right…Narrator: The three Toa sit and watch as the rocket carrying one of their darkest fears soars all the way to the moon. The three of them and a Mark Surge experienced something they may never forget for the rest of their lives. It’s one world and they are all living in it. Even now as Elitha departs to the moon, little do they know there are bigger things in motion. Little does Lewa know that by dooming Elitha to a vacation to space camp, he has doomed future generations to a potential dark threat. Thus they will soon experience the might of the Zone Where Normal Things Don’t Happen Very Often.And I guess if you didn't understand what is happening, Elitha's mask ends up on the moon, and about 178 years after this all happens, a lunatic by the name of Zant gets sent to space camp for 1,000 hours as a punishment and he stumbles on Elitha's mask, appearing to him as a "spirit guide" and tries to convince him to take power. Inspired, Zant tries to, but is unsure how. Then he meets Antroz, who was banished to the Twilight realm and gives him power, helping Zant (and Elitha unknowingly) take power. So the big spoiler for Twilight Delinquent is that Elitha is going to be one of the main villains alongside Antroz and Zant. However, her role is somewhat limited as she's lost her physical form and is limited to her spirit form and the mask, which Zant goes to for advising.
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