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The Hunt: Lost in the woods.
Ride Another Day posted a topic in Games & TriviaThe Hunt: Lost in the Woods. Story: In a town, there is a shack that gives tours in the nearby woodland to those who wish to go on a little adventure, with the help of a guide of course. One fated group of 10 people readied up to travel into the wilderness. This little group traveled for a good few days, without any type of interruption. The people were having a good time, but the guide was frightened by some news. On the one-way radio, local police had radioed in the following message: " Warning to guide of expedition group 8" "Big time killer loose from last prison riot" "Keep close eye on all members" "One of them is the murderer" Gameplay: In this game, one person is a murderer, one is a guide, and the rest are innocent. This game has a time increment of 1 day (With school and such going on) however the cops follow the group 5 days behind. The killer must kill every one while trying to evade the police. The guide must keep the group going so as they may reach safety at the end of the trail (next 17 days) where there are more cops waiting. The group is also given the chance of voting to "Watch" a person, going not to kill them, but just keep an eye on them. If it is the murderer who is being watched, he can still kill a person, but the others will be alerted and will leave the murderer behind, lost for the cops to find. If it is an innocent, the watched man is declared innocent, but the group needs a day to recuperate from the recent killing to vote again. Environment also plays a specific role. If the area that the group has traveled to is a nice fine plain, the killer cannot kill as there is no place to hide the body, and the group may move on the next day. If the place is next to a ravine and in heavy snow, the killer may kill a person, while the group must stay to weather the storm. The killer may also use a piece of the environment to block a path so they cops following behind will be held back a day. If there are any questions on gameplay, I will answer them as soon as I can to clear things up. Rules: All BZP rules apply Win Conditions for the Killer: Kill all of the innocents, don't get caught. Win Conditions for innocents: Reaching the end of the trail, finding out the identity of the killer, or the cops travelling up the trail catch up to them. Roles: Killer: Ability to kill one innocent each day/night, but only in a place that says a kill can take place. Can also vote on who to watch. Be careful, you do not know who the guide is. Can also describe the way the murder went out in the area. Be creative with that! Guide: The only one who knows the land. If killed, the group is lost and cannot traverse the land and left to wait for the cops. also knows the identity of one other person. He also has a secret ability. Innocents: Simple people who wish they weren't here. Cannot kill anyone and hold special voting sessions on who is the most suspicious. Players: 1:Voltex Frozen inside the waterfall. 2427135: Luroka Survived. 3:Chro Survived. 4:Kopekemaster Allowed to be choked with a rope due to a bad watchman. 5:Seaborgium Fell to his death. 23: Tyler Unsubscribed 7:Councilor Manducus A hors d'oeuvre for the Butterfly Queen.. 8:Toa Chuck Killed by being turned into a Barraki on land. 9001: ghidora131 Killed with insecticide and washed up on the shores of Arizona. 10:Quisoves Pugnat Punched multiple times while also growing another finger. 11: Sir Unit Survived. 12: Valendale Hung by the innocents.
(REVIEW) All That We've LostA.K.A. "By the Numbers 3" This epic was originally designed as a Short Story, but it became long enough that BZP would have chopped a bunch of it off; so here it is in Epics as a two-part story. Since it's already complete, I'll be posting Part 2 within the next two days (depending on how long the forums are down for tomorrow). The following two links are totally optional; they're both games run by me, to which this story is the sequel (and conclusion) to. Those who have played the games or know what occurred in them might catch a few extra references, but I intentionally wrote this story so that it could be entirely standalone... hence why any other connections you might find aren't as obvious as they would normally be. By the Number 1 - By the Numbers 2 Synopsis Two Matoran have been sent plunging through one's darkest memories on a quest to stop Makuta from achieving his ultimate goal. The journey carries with it no hope of victory, nor a chance at escape; all it promises is that they shall lose everything. Part 1 - Part 2 I hope you enjoy.
All That We've LostALL THAT WE'VE LOST [bY THE NUMBERS 3] ---[XII]--- A black and silver Matoran of Gravity, wearing a hooded black cloak, paced back and forth at the entrance of a stone cell. On the sole bed in the room, a female Av-Matoran sat, alternately watching the other Matoran or staring down at the floor. Their current positions were the results of hours of fruitless planning and speculation; there was little that they knew for sure. One thing that they did know was that they were somehow occupying the memories of the Ba-Matoran - Voltex. While Voltex seemed to know exactly where they were (and thus had some clues as to what could possibly transpire), the Av-Matoran, known as Taka Nuvia, knew only that Voltex had referred to their current location as the “Dead Sea”. To her, it seemed to resemble the Pit, a secret jail that had become lost under the ocean. Voltex had confirmed that they were, in a way, one and the same; while the Dead Sea was also the Pit, the Pit was not the Dead Sea. They had quickly decided that Voltex should figure out both a plan of action and a way to escape, since only he could remember his own memories. That left Taka Nuvia with little else to do. So she had waited. “I just don’t understand!” Voltex suddenly snapped, punching the wall. “I don’t know how we ended up here! How am I supposed to get us out?!” “Maybe it would help if we stepped outside of this cell?” Taka Nuvia asked. “Most of the place is flooded,” Voltex replied. “You heard the explosion. I can’t promise that we won’t either mutate or drown.” “Anything is better than sitting in a jail cell made out of stone for all of eternity.” The Ba-Matoran sighed. “I guess you’re right.” Taka Nuvia stood and stretched as Voltex turned to the cell door, which he had wedged shut earlier. The Ba-Matoran pushed on it experimentally, but nothing happened. With a sigh, Taka Nuvia pushed him aside and leaned on the door, gripping it tightly before shoving it open with all her might. She stumbled out into the hall before catching her balance, leaning on the wall as she glanced to Voltex. “You need to calm down,” she said, pointing to his arms. “You’re trembling. Panicking isn’t going to help us. I don’t know how bad these memories are, but you need to let them go.” Her companion slowly raised his hands in front of his face, staring at them intently. The trembling intensified and he frowned, lowering them to his sides and clenching his fists. Taka Nuvia spared him one more concerned glance before she began to creep down the hall, Voltex mimicking her as he followed. “So,” she said after a few minutes of silence. “What exactly… happened here?” “We... were all under the rule of Xaeraz, most of us imprisoned for a multitude of crimes ranging from terrible to embarrassing,” Voltex began slowly, as though choosing his words carefully. “I myself was the Warden of the prison; the rest, including you, were prisoners of varying speciality.” “Except I don’t remember this at all,” Taka Nuvia replied. “Is that because this is your memory?” “Not exactly,” Voltex answered. “This is my memory, and my past; but for you… it’s your future. This hasn’t happened yet. And it won’t for a long, long time. It’s all a little bit muddled. I’m not exactly certain how far you’ve gone - or rather, how far back in the timeline I’ve gone.” “So you remember everything that happened here?” “No. I remember what I was involved with, which was quite a bit; but it’s those gaps in my memory - the bits of conversation I’ve forgotten, the events I wasn’t associated with - that I’m worried about,” Voltex explained. “As for what I do remember… hopefully we can get out of here before that happens.” “Did you die?” “I was shot,” the Ba-Matoran said by way of reply. Taka Nuvia was about about to question her companion further - knowing who was supposed to show up and murder him would be nice to know - when she heard voices echoing from around the corner up ahead. She glanced back to Voltex, who shrugged and motioned for her to continue on; wishing she had something to defend herself with, the Av-Matoran complied, stopping at the corner and pressing herself against the wall, listening to what was being said: “...so if we find the Final Prisoner, they’re dead,” a voice was saying, “and I can win. Plus maybe the regular prisoners, too? I’m not exactly sure.” “Sounds like a plan,” a second voice said. “Wait,” Taka Nuvia whispered, turning back to Voltex. “That’s Ehks and Burnmad! But that’s not possible. They died - how are they here with us?” “It’s not the real Ehks and Burnmad,” Voltex said quietly. “They’re my mental perceptions of them - my memories of them from this time period. Let’s hope they don’t spot us.” “Are they enemies?” “Not… exactly, per se. But….” “What are you two doing here?” a new voice interrupted. Taka Nuvia whirled around and took an involuntary step back, finding herself face to face with the Ta-Matoran Burnmad, who was glaring at them both. Ehks stood a little ways behind the Ta-Matoran, looking both surprised and nervous. A quick glance over to Voltex filled her with disappointment, realizing that the Ba-Matoran would be useless; he seemed to be paralyzed. With a sigh, she turned back to Burnmad. “We’ve just been discussing recent events,” she said with a shrug, attempting to sound as though she knew what she was talking about. “We decided to ally together in hopes of escaping this.” “Escaping?” Ehks asked before Burnmad could respond, stepping forward. “But… that’s like, impossible. You can’t escape a game.” “Besides, I thought you were in Cell Block C,” Burnmad said, glaring at her. “As for him… what the heck is wrong with you, Voltex? Speak. Since when have you allied with Taka Nuvia and not us?” “I think it’s perfectly fine if you continue to hold the conversation with me, thank you very much,” Taka Nuvia said sharply. “Now, we were just about to be on our way - will you help us, or will we be seeing each other later?” Ehks slapped a hand over Burnmad’s mouth before the incensed Ta-Matoran could respond. “I’ll admit, I’m curious about this ‘escape plan’ of yours… I’m all for trying it, or at least watching you try it. I’ll come.” Burnmad shoved Ehks away, glaring at the other Matoran and rolling his eyes before huffing. “Fine. I’ll come too, I suppose. Not like there’s much else to do around here.” “Alright,” Taka Nuvia said, thinking quickly. “Um, lead the way, then. Take us to the deepest part of the Pit - the deepest of the flooded area. That’s where we need to go.” “I know a route,” Ehks piped up. “Just follow me!” With a grunt, Burnmad turned and followed the other Matoran as he began sprinting down the hall. Taka Nuvia paused, turning back to glance at Voltex briefly before following. His eyes were wide. “Watch out for Burnmad,” the Ba-Matoran whispered. They followed behind Ehks and Burnmad for so long that she completely lost track of how much time they had spent sneaking through the halls; when they reached the flooded section of the prison, she hesitated for only a second before plunging in, cringing as the mutagen in the water altered her physique and gills opened up in her neck. Once they had confirmed that all four would survive the depths, they continued on, until finally, Ehks led them to the edge of a cliff. As they staired down into the black abyss, the Av-Matoran could not help but shiver slightly, resisting the urge to step back. Even with the knowledge that she could swim back up if she fell, the view was terrifying. “So what now?” Ehks asked, glancing over to her. “I…” she trailed off, trying to think of a way to stall for time. Unfortunately, she did not need one - it had already arrived. “What might the four of you be doing?” As she turned, Xaeraz slowly shook his head, disappointment evident in his gaze. His gaze shifted from one Matoran to the next, finally resting upon Voltex with something akin to suspicion before shaking his head. “I’ll only ask you this one more time,” Xaeraz said, stepping forward and cracking his knuckles. “What are you doing?” “We were just teaming up together,” Taka Nuvia said, despite Voltex frantically shaking his head to her left. “You know, an alliance.” “Is that so?” Xaeraz whispered, swimming up to her. “An alliance? When the roles shift every night?” “I….” “What she means to say is that we were hunting down the Final Prisoner,” Voltex interrupted, pushing Xaeraz away. “And we think we know who it is.” “How truly… remarkable,” Xaeraz said slowly, wading back to where he had been standing before and observing them all with curiosity. “It is also truly unfortunate. You chose to execute Shadowhawk today, I believe. Do you know what role he plays?” “Wait a moment,” Voltex said, his eyes going wide. The Ba-Matoran stepped back and nearly tumbled off of the edge; he reached out and Taka Nuvia grabbed his hand, pulling him back to his feet. A dark form appeared high in the water above Xaeraz, slowly sinking towards them. Xaeraz glanced up at it and smiled lightly before returning his gaze to the four Matoran on the cliff edge. Taka Nuvia shivered again, glancing worriedly at Voltex; the Ba-Matoran was trembling once again. “Your role ability does not save you during the day, Voltex,” Xaeraz drawled, as the figure hit the surface in a kneeled position behind him. “And as the Dark Hunter, Shadowhawk has targeted you.” In the blink of an eye - far faster than anyone should have been able to move while underwater - the dark figure reached out an arm; water rippled from the end of it in a straight line towards Voltex, but Taka Nuvia could not see anything else. All that she could make of who she assumed was Shadowhawk was a pair of glowing red eyes. “Why… do I even try…?” Voltex gasped, stumbling back. She glanced back to the Ba-Matoran, horror rising inside when she noticed the red cloud spilling from Voltex’s chest. She threw her arms out in an attempt to pull him back, but missed; Voltex fell towards the abyss, his body sinking into the depths. Taka Nuvia turned back to face the others; the dark form of Shadowhawk had vanished. What would happen if she remained here inside a memory? What would happen if Voltex died? She did not want to find out. Without a word, she dove over the edge, ignoring the startled cries of Ehks and Burnmad as she spiralled through the water towards Voltex, reaching the Ba-Matoran as the shadows of the abyss overtook them. She could no longer see. ---[XIII]--- Water was lapping at her knees, washing over her lower legs every few seconds before receding again. She could feel sand underneath her; could feel the heat of the sun beating down upon her. She could breath. Slowly, she opened her eyes, narrowing them against the harsh light as her eyes adjusted, raising her head to glance around. Where was she? The Av-Matoran slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings. She was sitting upon a beach; it seemed to stretch around the entire (admittedly rather small) island. In the center stood a massive, gray tower, stretching into the sky; beside it was something that looked suspiciously similar to a space shuttle. What kind of place is this? she wondered. A groan from behind reminded her that she was not alone - she glanced over to the sound and recognized the form of Voltex, lying flat on his back several feet further inland. She stood up, brushing sand off of her armor, and trudged over to the Ba-Matoran, crouching beside him and inspecting his chest. There was no hint that he had ever been shot, except for a bloodstain upon his armor. “Hey, you awake?” she asked softly. The Ba-Matoran shot up into a sitting position, startling Taka Nuvia enough to send her sprawling back into the sand. She watched in shock as Voltex violently coughed, hacking up blood that splattered onto the sand before him. Once the Ba-Matoran had stopped, he wiped his mouth and rubbed his hand in the sand, grimacing and glancing towards her. “My bad,” he said weakly. “I guess I’m not in very good shape.” “You… you just… but there’s no wound,” she stuttered. Curiosity flickered in the Ba-Matoran’s eyes as he glanced down at his chest, inspecting it as closely as he could before grunting. “You’re right… I’m definitely not in good shape, though - not if I’m coughing up blood.” “What happened, exactly?” she asked. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Shadowhawk shot me….” “He looked strange,” Taka Nuvia commented. “Just a form of pure darkness, and his eyes… they looked like Makuta’s.” “Yeah…” Voltex said quietly, trailing off before continuing: “Remember, we’re travelling through my memories; that was one of the worst, that moment. All of the negative emotions I felt then, I’ve felt numerous times in my encounters with Makuta; so while it might have looked like Makuta… I think it was just my negative emotions towards that particular memory manifesting themselves as such. We shouldn’t have too much to worry about. Aside from the fact that I appear to still be dying in some sort of capacity.” “So where are we now?” Taka Nuvia asked. “All I see is that tower and a space ship.” The Ba-Matoran glanced at her, confused, before his gaze followed where her arm was pointed and he nodded in affirmation. “That’s the Tower of Trepidation… and the Mafia Execution Space Program’s first launch. MESP for short, although that’s contested.” “What’s MESP?” “Exactly what I said,” Voltex replied, coughing as he stood to his feet. “Come on - we’d better head over and see what’s up. Whatever our exit is, I have a feeling it’s located in the Tower; and I can explain everything to you on the way over.” As they approached the Tower, Taka Nuvia tried to process everything as Voltex followed up on his promise. “This one went well for me, mostly,” he explained. “At the beginning… I’m not sure how exactly we did it or how it started, but we decided to execute Voxumo by sending him into space. It might have been the first time anybody truly supported their own execution - he was rather eager for it, I recall. Anyway, we shouldn’t have too much of a problem here… the only allies I really had in this game were TBK and Blade. Well, they were the only allies that stuck around, at any rate. And I only really ran into trouble when….” The Ba-Matoran fell silent. They continued trekking towards the Tower in that manner for several minutes before Taka Nuvia felt the need to speak up. “When?” she prompted. “Oh, right,” Voltex said, coughing again. “The dead… never exactly died, here. They were able to vote and shift focus of the executions… and it happened to me. I was swarmed by every single dead Matoran that I had seen killed.” “...oh.” “Yeah.” They fell into silence for the rest of the journey, reaching the Tower of Trepidation just in time to witness the space shuttle blast off to the cheers of every single Matoran down below. Within moments the crowd had surged back into the Tower, pulling both Taka Nuvia and Voltex inside with them. The Av-Matoran frowned as she was jostled around, until the crowd dispersed once more. She spotted Voltex and made her way over, where he was conversing with a Matoran that she recognized. “Hey Taka,” said TBK, before turning his attentions back to Voltex. “Anyway, yeah - nobody knows it yet, but I’m… actually kind of dead.” “That’s entirely useless,” Voltex said. “Maybe not,” TBK said, shrugging. “I’m actually a Matoran of Light… and with this thing here, all you need to do is reach the top of the Tower and you’ll become a Toa. Of light.” “...are you sure?” Voltex asked, before breaking off into another spout of coughing. “Are you okay?” TBK asked. “Not really,” Voltex gasped. “I’m dying. Give it to her.” “Only you can use it, though!” TBK protested. “I’ll give it to him when the time comes,” Taka Nuvia said, holding out her hand. “What is it?” TBK dropped the object in her hand. “A specialized Toa Stone - designed to turn him into the new Toa of Light. Wait….” His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. “You… you’re not supposed to be here… why are you here?” “Pardon me?” “It’s fine,” Voltex said, stepping between them. “TBK, just go do whatever it is you need to in order to die.” The look on TBK’s face vanished, and he nodded, scurrying away. Taka Nuvia stared after him for a moment in confusion before facing Voltex again. “What was that all about?” “I’m not entirely sure,” the Ba-Matoran said, looking both uncomfortable and uncertain, “but you were never in this particular game… you being here is obviously screwing with my memory. We should try and get to the top of the Tower before anything goes wrong… or events start happening out of order.” She followed Voltex as he led the way to the stairs that led upwards, noting that the Ba-Matoran was trembling once again. They reached the top of the Tower without incident, where Voltex immediately moved to split away from her. “I’m gonna find a Suva, you find us an exit,” he said. “Not so fast,” a voice rumbled from the far side of the room. Both Matoran paused, turning to face the sound; a pair of glowing red eyes was all that could be seen. The eyes seemed to grow larger and larger; but then the throne of stone came into view, and Taka Nuvia realized that they were merely getting closer. Seated upon the throne, which floated several inches in the air, was a being that, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be a near-exact copy of Voltex; except where Voltex was black and silver, the figure on the throne wore corrupted, rusted armor. “Tell me…” the figure began, leaning forward, a sadistic smile visible. “How has your journey been so far?” “Makuta,” Voltex growled. “Not the response I was looking for,” Makuta said, disappointment lacing his tone. “Perhaps your companion is more verbal with her thoughts? I dare say that’s all she’s useful for. After all, they are your memories, are they not?” “I am not useless,” Taka Nuvia snapped. “Just wait - you made a mistake in tossing me aside like a broken pencil, Makuta. You will regret it.” Makuta laughed - a dark, ominous sound. “Still bitter, are we? Very well - prove your usefulness. Survive what is about to come… and see if I don’t just kill you for the fun of it if you do.” The throne vanished back into the shadows. Makuta was gone, for now. Voltex stepped back, leaning against the wall and coughing again. Taka Nuvia turned to him, forcing her frustration from the confrontation with Makuta down - it would do them no good. “How are you?” she asked. “Getting worse,” Voltex said hoarsely. “Um… am I shaking again, or is it the Tower?” She concentrated for a moment before feeling the vibrations in the floor and shaking her head. “It’s the Tower.” “We don’t have much time,” Voltex said, fumbling with the Toa Stone. “There’s gotta be a way to activate this.” “You can’t just activate a Toa Stone,” Taka Nuvia replied. “Think for a moment, Voltex. How did we escape the sea?” “By me getting shot! But it obviously carried over to this memory, and that means I can’t just keep dying to help us escape each level,” Voltex said frantically. “There must be another way! If we can activate the Toa Stone, I can kill anyone who tries to touch us.” “Or we can just not waste time,” she snapped. The Ba-Matoran hesitated before sighing. “What’s the plan, then?” “You throw that stone at the wall and we jump out through the hole it leaves behind,” she said. “The power contained inside will cause it to explode on impact.” “Do Toa Stones work like that?” Voltex asked, glancing down at the crystal in his hand skeptically. “Yes. Now throw it!” Voltex gripped the crystal tightly in his hand and then whipped it at the nearest wall. The Toa Stone exploded on impact, blasting both of them backwards and blowing a massive hole in the wall; the chamber they were in was immediately lit up by the sun. Not wasting any time, Taka Nuvia hauled Voltex to his feet as the Ba-Matoran began to cough even more violently than before, dragging him to the hole and tossing him through. She paused for a moment, glancing back just in time to see the first few Matoran entering the room from below - and then she was falling through the air. TO BE CONTINUED. REVIEW TOPIC
Share your stories of lost Bionicles!
Art Vandelay posted a topic in Bionicle DiscussionThis is a topic for everyone to share their stories of Bionicles, Bionicle pieces, masks, etc. they have lost, and maybe found years later! My first Kanohi mask, Gali Nuva's Kaukau, had been missing since 2008. I was devastated to have lost it since it was my first mask from my first set. I thought I would never find it again. But last week, while going through a bunch of old stuff in the loft of my garage, I discovered several Bionicle pieces. I sorted through them, and to my surprise (and joy), I found that blue Kaukau Nuva along with 2003 Hewkii's Kakama which had also been missing for several years. I was overjoyed, to say the least.
TNTOS posted a blog entry in blogs_blog_1200So I just finished watching LOST last night. It was an awesome (if horribly confusing at times) show. Definitely one of my favorite TV shows I've ever seen. As for favorite characters, there are too many of them for me to list them all. I will say that I enjoyed Benjamin Linus, John Locke, Desmond Hume, and Sawyer more than the other characters, but again almost all of them were well-developed and had interesting backstories and personalities. I might just watch it again, but not any time soon. It'll be fun to watch it again, though, because I'll be able to notice hints and foreshadowing that I didn't notice the first time, now that I know how it ends. -TNTOS-
playah posted a topic in System-Based CreationsThis is just one of my M.O.C.s. SOme shows have a "lost episode. Well, I call this guy "Lost M.O.C." The name has a second meaning, too. I lost him under my bed and didn't find him till just recently. file:///var/folders/oZ/oZXcaZj5Gn4a7WsYFJghxJ7Mu7c/-Tmp-/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x10a2295a0.tmp.lF5j0B/Photo%20on%202012-02-04%20at%2016.29%20%232.jpg file:///var/folders/oZ/oZXcaZj5Gn4a7WsYFJghxJ7Mu7c/-Tmp-/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x10a2295a0.tmp.7wK5uH/Photo%20on%202012-02-04%20at%2016.30.jpg file:///var/folders/oZ/oZXcaZj5Gn4a7WsYFJghxJ7Mu7c/-Tmp-/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x10a2295a0.tmp.eNA5KU/Photo%20on%202012-02-04%20at%2016.30%20%232.jpg file:///Users/16bkass/Pictures/Photo%20Booth/Photo%20on%202012-02-04%20at%2016.30%20%233.jpg file:///var/folders/oZ/oZXcaZj5Gn4a7WsYFJghxJ7Mu7c/-Tmp-/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x10a2295a0.tmp.ytiJii/Photo%20on%202012-02-04%20at%2016.31.jpgThen, I also have his possessed form (he has extra armor and two spikesfile:///var/folders/oZ/oZXcaZj5Gn4a7WsYFJghxJ7Mu7c/-Tmp-/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x10a2295a0.tmp.yX0KFk/Photo%20on%202012-02-04%20at%2016.42.jpg