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On the land of Mataru Nui, there exists a hermit, seen by few, known by fewer, He travels the island, presumably in search of the next war in which to fight, With his tattered green cloak, and his old, rustic, mask, his one mechanical foot, And his other mechanical thigh, this man travels, seen by few, known by fewer, And to that man, I once dared speak, I asked if all the rumors were true, if he'd, Fought in more wars than I'd live to know, if he took to wand'ring in shame of some, Loss, of a foot, a thigh, an eye, or a hope? And he spoke back to me, a mere child, He said, "Nope, the tales you tell are only half true, why ask of me and not seek in you? In wars I've fought, and many too, why ask of me and not seek in you?" A mere child, I was, I understood him not, I asked again how much was true, he said, "Why ask Of me, and not seek, in you?" The man and I, we didn't speak for too long, he told, Me he'd fought, he told me he'd won, he told me he'd lost, he told me he searched, for that which was his, his kin, his love, his life, his own, a mere child I was, I understood, Him not, he left the town, ne'er to return again, but years I waited, and in vain, those years, Were spent. One day I traveled, in search of the man, and I saw him again, he was as an, Angel, wing-ed and graced, he appeared to have just fought, he appeared to have won, He had, with him now, his child once again, I bid him farewell, and off he went, I traveled, The land, telling tales of his day, the day that the man, came crashing my way, the tale of the, Matoran, who'd fought for us all, the tale of the Matoran, who'd saved us all, who'd furled his, Wings, into a cloak, and wandered round, on feet long broke, and to you again, I tell his tale, For such is the way, of the Bionicle. Features of this MOC: *Weapon & Shouldergun storage *Hammer *Backstory in the form of a poem *Cloak to wing/Hermit to angel feature
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Tales of the Wanderer When your world has fallen, what do you do? Do you lie down and die,or keeping going? I choose to keep going, but if a record isn't kept, then why bother right? As we all know, history is written by the victor. And if we lose, then someone should know the truth of what happened. My name is Scott, but I think I'm getting ahead of my self, so I'll start at the being. I was born into a world of heroes and super-powered people. Too bad they were all dead by the time I was born. Here, some of greatest hero teams are dead. The Avengers, Fantastic Four, and the X-men, to name the big ones. When the Phoenix came back, it went crazy, killing most of the superheroes around. That was a year before I was born. I lived a normal life, sort of. I was a social outcast, even in kinder garden, and I didn't mind it at all. The first month, nobody would talk to me during play time, and to this day, I'm still not sure why. I wasn't mean or anything, but that's beside the point. By the time the second month rolled around, we had a new kid. He was already enrolled, as I learned later, but he had been really sick, and couldn't make it to school. I walked up to him and said hello to him. He said hi back, and we sort of became friends, seeing as he was the first to talk to me at this school besides my sister, and she barely spoke to me anyways. We told each other are names. His was Blake, and mine Scott. The two of us were a pair that was hard to separate, as we would only talk to each other, and the teacher, that was it. By the start of middle school, I had started to develop a crush on Blake's sister, Leixe. I was working up the nerve to ask her out when Blake's powers came in. He always like wolves, and that was what he shifted into, a Grey wolf. He mauled one the kids who picked on him within an inch of his life. I'll admit, I was a tiny bit afraid, but then forgot about it after about three seconds. My friend had Super-powers! That was awesome in so many ways. For one thing, no one would bother us, as they didn't want to run the risk of being mauled by Blake. It was hard for him, and I like to think I helped him deal with it, at least a little bit. While Blake was dealing with his powers, mine were coming in as well, but mine were much more subtle. I was a Techno-path, and I didn't quite know it yet. I was building computers a lot, and had become my school's unofficial tech support. I didn't mind it one bit. It was fun showing up all my teachers, it really was. During all this, I did ask out Lexie, and she said yes. It was an awkward few days till we worked it out. He'd maul me if I broke Lexie's heart, and I would of asked him to if I did anyways, so it all worked out. Now, I do have a sister, Sarah, and she had powers as well. Hers though, made her a target for everyone to make fun of. She had a pair of wings, and looked like a cat-person. A lot of the nerds at our School called her a Khajiit, or the Dragonborn, it deepened on which one you talked to. She started to go cold, emotionally. Maybe if I'd payed more attention to her, she wouldn't of been put into the place were she is now. There is one thing I remember, about a month before we moved. It was the end of the school year, so summer was starting again, and the sunset was amazing from the roof of the apartment building I lived in. The four of us, me, Blake, Sarah, and Lexie were up there, just talking about anything. Then I said “We should leave home when were all old enough. Be like the X-men, out saving the world and all that.” Blake then said, “ Will need a name for our team then.” “How about Bad Company?” Lexie said. She always had good ideas. “Isn't that a song, or was it a band?” Sarah asked. “Both.” Blake then pulled out his Ipod, and started to play the song Bad Company by the band Bad Company. We all liked the song, and went with the name. “ Bad Company, till the day we die!” we all shouted out. To bad we wouldn't get the chance to be Bad Co., at least not for a long time.Review TopicEdit: Link to the review topic added in.-Wind-
