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The Party Room / Geography Game
« on: March 05, 2008, 09:47:42 PM »
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The Party Room / Geography Game
« on: March 05, 2008, 08:13:31 PM »
Lake Michigan
(I think words like "lake", "sea" and "mount" should also be counted as explanatory instead of part of the name.)
(I think words like "lake", "sea" and "mount" should also be counted as explanatory instead of part of the name.)
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LBT Fanfiction / Quest for the Energy Stones
« on: March 04, 2008, 08:33:30 PM »
Despite a lot of writer's block, I've finally managed to write the next chapter. Here it is.
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Chapter 7
The Big Meeting
It was early in the morning and every dinosaur in the Great Valley was now gathered at the Stone Circle in the center of the valley. Everyone had had a quick breakfast before coming here, so hunger wouldn't be a problem. Still, many had serious doubts about the existence of Matoran, let alone the possibility their leaders would come to this meeting.
Littlefoot and his friends were a little worried about this as well. After all, Takua had promised to be at this meeting, but he still hadn't shown up yet. Perhaps he would come along with the leader of his village.
Littlefoot took a quick look at the strange rock nearby. It had appeared yesterday morning and nobody knew what it was. But Littlefoot noticed something different. He took a closer look and noticed someone familiar sitting against one of the four rock columns on that rock. “Guys, Look! It's Takua!” he exclaimed.
Littlefoot hurried towards the rock with his friends following close behind. Everyone turned their attention to them as they headed for the strange rock. They all soon noticed the strange creature sitting on that rock. Perhaps that stranger was the one the kids had been talking about the previous day. The gang rushed up the stone steps and stopped in front of Takua. He was still asleep.
“Is he still sleeping?” asked Cera.
“Hey, Takua, wake up,” urged Littlefoot.
Takua stirred a little and opened his eyes. “Guys? Wow, you sure are early,” he said.
“Actually, it's not that early. You were just sleeping late.”
“Really? I guess I've had a lot on my mind recently.” Takua then stood up and put on his backpack. He then looked at every dinosaur that stood before him. They were all staring at him. “Wow, is this everyone?”
“Yeah, I guess after what happened yesterday, they wanted to know if there really was such a creature like you.”
Takua turned his attention to everyone. “Well, it looks like you got what you came to see. Hi, my name is Takua and I am a Matoran. Save all of your questions for our village elders, the Turaga. They are very wise and we show them great respect. I'll introduce you to each of them as they arrive, since I know them very well. They should be here any time now.”
Everyone was shocked at what they were seeing. Standing before them was one of the strangest creatures any of them had ever seen. They had many questions for him, but they knew that it would probably be best to have the wise elders of his kind answer those questions.
Littlefoot, however, had one question that he wanted to ask Takua. “Why did you sleep here instead of at your village? Do you know this rock?”
“Of course I know this place. This is the Kini-Nui temple. It was built in the center of our home, the island of Mata Nui. If the Turaga ever had a meeting, it would be held here. Seeing as you're all here right now, I guess this is the center of this valley where the meeting will be. Good thing this temple ended up here.”
“Hey, look! Somebody is coming!” said Chomper. Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
Approaching them was an elderly-looking red figure. He was just a little taller than Takua and the mask he wore was a different shape and colored orange. In his right hand, he held a long stick with a flame on the top end of it, his Firestaff.
“That's Vakama, Turaga of Ta-Koro, the village of fire,” said Takua. “Ta-Koro also happens to be the village that I come from.”
Vakama, seeing the Kini-Nui, walked up the steps of the temple. The other five Turaga arrived within the next few minutes and Takua introduced the crowd to each of them. Nokama was the Turaga of Ga-Koro, the village of water. Onewa was the Turaga of Po-Koro, the village of stone. Whenua was the Turaga of Onu-Koro, the village of earth. Matau was the Turaga of Le-Koro, the village of air. Nuju was the Turaga of Ko-Koro, the village of ice.
The Turaga stood at the front of the Kini-Nui and were facing the crowd of dinosaurs, who stood at the Stone Circle and were facing them. Littlefoot and his friends, along with Takua, stood at the base of the temple between the two groups.
At first, there was silence. Each group looked at the other in awe and wonder. Finally, Turaga Vakama broke the silence. “Fellow Turaga, we stand before the native creatures of this land in this universe. We are probably as mysterious to them as they are to us. Let us begin this meeting by answering any questions they may have for us.”
The dinosaurs began asking many of the questions they had. Some were simple, such as how many Matoran were here in the valley. Others were complex, such as what was the purpose of the masks they wore. The Turaga answered all of these questions as they were asked.
“Is the universe you come from more dangerous than this universe?” asked one dinosaur.
“At this time, yes,” replied Vakama. “But long ago, the Matoran lived a calm and peaceful life.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Cera's father.
“Gather around, everyone. We have a legend to tell you.”
The Turaga walked to the center of the temple and stood near the circular sand pit there. Everyone gathered around the front of the temple, as Vakama had said. Takua and his dinosaur friends stood at the front of the crowd. Vakama had brought everything he needed to tell the legend, since it required using the sand pit to visually describe the legend as it was told.
Vakama began by placing a smooth rock with a face carved on it in the middle of the sand pit. Littlefoot recognized that rock as the same one he had seen in his sleep-story. Vakama then began telling the legend. “In the time before time, the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, bringing us, the Matoran, with him to the island paradise we have since called home. We were separate and without purpose, so the Great Spirit blessed us with the three virtues: unity, duty, and destiny. We embraced these gifts and, in gratitude, name our island home Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit himself.”
Apparently, the smooth rock represented the Great Spirit, Mata Nui. Vakama then put a black, jagged rock in the sand pit next to the smooth rock. “But our happiness did not last long. Mata Nui's brother, Makuta, had followed him. He grew jealous of these honors, so he cast a spell over Mata Nui, sending him into a deep slumber.” He knocked over the smooth stone to represent this. “Makuta's darkness spread across the land and our virtues began to be forgotten. He unleashed horrible beasts, the Rahi, to keep us in fear and darkness. Since then, we have fought all kinds of Rahi, but the darkness remained over our land.”
So far, the legend perfectly reflected the sleep-story Littlefoot had had. He wondered if the rest of legend would also be similar. He would soon be proven wrong.
The six Turaga each placed a smaller smooth rock near the jagged rock so that those rocks surrounded the jagged rock. “Still, we are far from losing all hope. We have always believed that, one day, six heroes will arrive to our island, the Toa. When they arrive, they will have one mission: to defeat Makuta and save Mata Nui. That, my new friends, is what our world has been like for as long as we could remember.”
“I don't find any of this believable!” exclaimed Cera's father. “I can see that you Matoran actually exist, but I don't believe in anything you have just said!”
“Mr. Threehorn, please control your anger,” said Littlefoot's grandfather, calmly. “I know you find this hard to believe, but this is their legend. Therefore, they believe in it more than any of us.”
“Besides,” added Vakama, “I and the other Turaga have personally seen these past events occur. So we are more than just believers. We know the legend is true.”
“Perhaps it is best that I mention that the Great Valley is a very safe place,” said Littlefoot's grandfather. “So any dangers you may have faced in the past are very likely to not be here.”
“It is good to hear such a thing. The Matoran have longed for an era of peace. Until we find a way back to our home, that is just what we shall have.”
“It pleases me to see that we can all live together in peace. Perhaps there are some young Matoran that the little ones can play with.”
This statement left most of the Turaga quite confused. “What did he say?” asked Onewa.
Whenua cleared his throat and said, “To put it in a way so that everyone can understand, Matoran are not created the way that I assume you dinosaurs are. While a dinosaur life starts with childhood, Matoran are simply brought into existence, already fully grown. Matoran also have a lifespan of thousands of years. This is why we remember the legend so clearly, because we all saw it happen, nearly a thousand years ago.”
This statement got the dinosaurs asking more questions. After a while, the Turaga began asking their own questions to the dinosaurs. Finally, by the end of the morning, there were no more questions left for anyone to ask. The dinosaurs agreed to let the Matoran live in the Great Valley for as long as they wished. Cera's father was reluctant, but he too agreed to this.
Before anyone left, Takua wanted to say something. “Turaga, I would like to show my new friends each of the six villages. Would you allow that to be possible tomorrow?”
“Of course, Takua,” replied Vakama. “That would be an excellent idea. It would allow the Matoran to personally see some of these dinosaur creatures.”
“Also, I was wondering if I could live with them too, wherever they live.”
“If that is what you wish, then go right ahead.” Vakama then turned his attention back to the crowd of dinosaurs. “An era of peace between Matoran and dinosaurs has begun. Let us hope that it will last.”
The Turaga then left and began heading back to their villages. The dinosaurs also began to leave as well. Soon, Littlefoot and his friends, along with Takua, were the only ones left there.
“So, what do you guys want to do?” asked Takua.
“Well, since we are going to see how Matoran spend their time, tomorrow, maybe you could see how we spend our time, today,” suggested Ruby.
“Good idea, Ruby,” said Littlefoot. “Let's go play at the Tall Trees.”
“Sounds like you want to have some fun,” said Takua. “Count me in.”
The gang headed for the Tall Trees to spend the rest of the day having fun. Takua couldn't wait to see what kind of activities they enjoyed doing.
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Please read and review so I know how good this story is. I figured that I should write this as if the reader was completely unfamiliar with Bionicle (which I think is practically everyone here). That's why I'm going to have them visit each of the villages to see what they are like, so the reader can know about them as well.
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Chapter 7
The Big Meeting
It was early in the morning and every dinosaur in the Great Valley was now gathered at the Stone Circle in the center of the valley. Everyone had had a quick breakfast before coming here, so hunger wouldn't be a problem. Still, many had serious doubts about the existence of Matoran, let alone the possibility their leaders would come to this meeting.
Littlefoot and his friends were a little worried about this as well. After all, Takua had promised to be at this meeting, but he still hadn't shown up yet. Perhaps he would come along with the leader of his village.
Littlefoot took a quick look at the strange rock nearby. It had appeared yesterday morning and nobody knew what it was. But Littlefoot noticed something different. He took a closer look and noticed someone familiar sitting against one of the four rock columns on that rock. “Guys, Look! It's Takua!” he exclaimed.
Littlefoot hurried towards the rock with his friends following close behind. Everyone turned their attention to them as they headed for the strange rock. They all soon noticed the strange creature sitting on that rock. Perhaps that stranger was the one the kids had been talking about the previous day. The gang rushed up the stone steps and stopped in front of Takua. He was still asleep.
“Is he still sleeping?” asked Cera.
“Hey, Takua, wake up,” urged Littlefoot.
Takua stirred a little and opened his eyes. “Guys? Wow, you sure are early,” he said.
“Actually, it's not that early. You were just sleeping late.”
“Really? I guess I've had a lot on my mind recently.” Takua then stood up and put on his backpack. He then looked at every dinosaur that stood before him. They were all staring at him. “Wow, is this everyone?”
“Yeah, I guess after what happened yesterday, they wanted to know if there really was such a creature like you.”
Takua turned his attention to everyone. “Well, it looks like you got what you came to see. Hi, my name is Takua and I am a Matoran. Save all of your questions for our village elders, the Turaga. They are very wise and we show them great respect. I'll introduce you to each of them as they arrive, since I know them very well. They should be here any time now.”
Everyone was shocked at what they were seeing. Standing before them was one of the strangest creatures any of them had ever seen. They had many questions for him, but they knew that it would probably be best to have the wise elders of his kind answer those questions.
Littlefoot, however, had one question that he wanted to ask Takua. “Why did you sleep here instead of at your village? Do you know this rock?”
“Of course I know this place. This is the Kini-Nui temple. It was built in the center of our home, the island of Mata Nui. If the Turaga ever had a meeting, it would be held here. Seeing as you're all here right now, I guess this is the center of this valley where the meeting will be. Good thing this temple ended up here.”
“Hey, look! Somebody is coming!” said Chomper. Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
Approaching them was an elderly-looking red figure. He was just a little taller than Takua and the mask he wore was a different shape and colored orange. In his right hand, he held a long stick with a flame on the top end of it, his Firestaff.
“That's Vakama, Turaga of Ta-Koro, the village of fire,” said Takua. “Ta-Koro also happens to be the village that I come from.”
Vakama, seeing the Kini-Nui, walked up the steps of the temple. The other five Turaga arrived within the next few minutes and Takua introduced the crowd to each of them. Nokama was the Turaga of Ga-Koro, the village of water. Onewa was the Turaga of Po-Koro, the village of stone. Whenua was the Turaga of Onu-Koro, the village of earth. Matau was the Turaga of Le-Koro, the village of air. Nuju was the Turaga of Ko-Koro, the village of ice.
The Turaga stood at the front of the Kini-Nui and were facing the crowd of dinosaurs, who stood at the Stone Circle and were facing them. Littlefoot and his friends, along with Takua, stood at the base of the temple between the two groups.
At first, there was silence. Each group looked at the other in awe and wonder. Finally, Turaga Vakama broke the silence. “Fellow Turaga, we stand before the native creatures of this land in this universe. We are probably as mysterious to them as they are to us. Let us begin this meeting by answering any questions they may have for us.”
The dinosaurs began asking many of the questions they had. Some were simple, such as how many Matoran were here in the valley. Others were complex, such as what was the purpose of the masks they wore. The Turaga answered all of these questions as they were asked.
“Is the universe you come from more dangerous than this universe?” asked one dinosaur.
“At this time, yes,” replied Vakama. “But long ago, the Matoran lived a calm and peaceful life.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Cera's father.
“Gather around, everyone. We have a legend to tell you.”
The Turaga walked to the center of the temple and stood near the circular sand pit there. Everyone gathered around the front of the temple, as Vakama had said. Takua and his dinosaur friends stood at the front of the crowd. Vakama had brought everything he needed to tell the legend, since it required using the sand pit to visually describe the legend as it was told.
Vakama began by placing a smooth rock with a face carved on it in the middle of the sand pit. Littlefoot recognized that rock as the same one he had seen in his sleep-story. Vakama then began telling the legend. “In the time before time, the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, bringing us, the Matoran, with him to the island paradise we have since called home. We were separate and without purpose, so the Great Spirit blessed us with the three virtues: unity, duty, and destiny. We embraced these gifts and, in gratitude, name our island home Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit himself.”
Apparently, the smooth rock represented the Great Spirit, Mata Nui. Vakama then put a black, jagged rock in the sand pit next to the smooth rock. “But our happiness did not last long. Mata Nui's brother, Makuta, had followed him. He grew jealous of these honors, so he cast a spell over Mata Nui, sending him into a deep slumber.” He knocked over the smooth stone to represent this. “Makuta's darkness spread across the land and our virtues began to be forgotten. He unleashed horrible beasts, the Rahi, to keep us in fear and darkness. Since then, we have fought all kinds of Rahi, but the darkness remained over our land.”
So far, the legend perfectly reflected the sleep-story Littlefoot had had. He wondered if the rest of legend would also be similar. He would soon be proven wrong.
The six Turaga each placed a smaller smooth rock near the jagged rock so that those rocks surrounded the jagged rock. “Still, we are far from losing all hope. We have always believed that, one day, six heroes will arrive to our island, the Toa. When they arrive, they will have one mission: to defeat Makuta and save Mata Nui. That, my new friends, is what our world has been like for as long as we could remember.”
“I don't find any of this believable!” exclaimed Cera's father. “I can see that you Matoran actually exist, but I don't believe in anything you have just said!”
“Mr. Threehorn, please control your anger,” said Littlefoot's grandfather, calmly. “I know you find this hard to believe, but this is their legend. Therefore, they believe in it more than any of us.”
“Besides,” added Vakama, “I and the other Turaga have personally seen these past events occur. So we are more than just believers. We know the legend is true.”
“Perhaps it is best that I mention that the Great Valley is a very safe place,” said Littlefoot's grandfather. “So any dangers you may have faced in the past are very likely to not be here.”
“It is good to hear such a thing. The Matoran have longed for an era of peace. Until we find a way back to our home, that is just what we shall have.”
“It pleases me to see that we can all live together in peace. Perhaps there are some young Matoran that the little ones can play with.”
This statement left most of the Turaga quite confused. “What did he say?” asked Onewa.
Whenua cleared his throat and said, “To put it in a way so that everyone can understand, Matoran are not created the way that I assume you dinosaurs are. While a dinosaur life starts with childhood, Matoran are simply brought into existence, already fully grown. Matoran also have a lifespan of thousands of years. This is why we remember the legend so clearly, because we all saw it happen, nearly a thousand years ago.”
This statement got the dinosaurs asking more questions. After a while, the Turaga began asking their own questions to the dinosaurs. Finally, by the end of the morning, there were no more questions left for anyone to ask. The dinosaurs agreed to let the Matoran live in the Great Valley for as long as they wished. Cera's father was reluctant, but he too agreed to this.
Before anyone left, Takua wanted to say something. “Turaga, I would like to show my new friends each of the six villages. Would you allow that to be possible tomorrow?”
“Of course, Takua,” replied Vakama. “That would be an excellent idea. It would allow the Matoran to personally see some of these dinosaur creatures.”
“Also, I was wondering if I could live with them too, wherever they live.”
“If that is what you wish, then go right ahead.” Vakama then turned his attention back to the crowd of dinosaurs. “An era of peace between Matoran and dinosaurs has begun. Let us hope that it will last.”
The Turaga then left and began heading back to their villages. The dinosaurs also began to leave as well. Soon, Littlefoot and his friends, along with Takua, were the only ones left there.
“So, what do you guys want to do?” asked Takua.
“Well, since we are going to see how Matoran spend their time, tomorrow, maybe you could see how we spend our time, today,” suggested Ruby.
“Good idea, Ruby,” said Littlefoot. “Let's go play at the Tall Trees.”
“Sounds like you want to have some fun,” said Takua. “Count me in.”
The gang headed for the Tall Trees to spend the rest of the day having fun. Takua couldn't wait to see what kind of activities they enjoyed doing.
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Please read and review so I know how good this story is. I figured that I should write this as if the reader was completely unfamiliar with Bionicle (which I think is practically everyone here). That's why I'm going to have them visit each of the villages to see what they are like, so the reader can know about them as well.
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The Fridge / Your usernames
« on: March 04, 2008, 07:39:56 PM »
In case if you didn't know, you didn't have to shove the words together. You could have just used regular spaces like I did with my name.
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The Party Room / Geography Game
« on: March 04, 2008, 07:35:55 PM »
Abu Dhabi - United Arab Emirates
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LBT Fanfiction / One Long Tail
« on: March 03, 2008, 08:48:35 PM »
I haven't been getting many reviews on my fanfiction either. Oh well, I'm sure there's a good reason for it. I'm not reviewing this fanfic yet because I've read it at fanfiction.net and I'm choosing to wait until you start posting chapters here that haven't been posted there.
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LBT Fanart / Forgotten Friends - LBT Comic
« on: March 02, 2008, 09:01:46 PM »
Good work, keep it up. 
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The Welcome Center / Another New Person
« on: March 02, 2008, 08:37:14 PM »
Like everyone had already said, welcome to the Gang of Five. 
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The Welcome Center / Hello there Comrades!
« on: March 02, 2008, 08:34:07 PM »
Welcome to the Gang of Five. That seems like an interesting idea for your novel. I'd be interested in seeing more of it, if that's possible.
That seems like an interesting idea for your novel. I'd be interested in seeing more of it, if that's possible.
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The Welcome Center / Umm...hello...
« on: March 02, 2008, 08:28:43 PM »
Looks like a lot of us are quite shy (myself included), I guess we just don't admit it often. Anyway, welcome to the Gang of Five.
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Land Before Time TV Series (2007) / Possible Wikipedia filth
« on: March 01, 2008, 06:50:49 PM »
Perhaps now someone can make those corrections on wikipedia.
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General Land Before Time / LBT 14
« on: March 01, 2008, 06:46:22 PM »
Good point. In my opinion, that's why these toys became such a success. If they see the toys, they'll want to see the movies and TV show, not the other way around.
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The Welcome Center / hey I new here
« on: March 01, 2008, 06:39:31 PM »
Like everyone here says, welcome to the Gang of Five.