Post by fantasius1111 on Jul 16, 2017 18:25:19 GMT
Chapter 1: Sky High
Narrator: It was a dark and gloomy day...wait, a dark day? That doesn't make much sense. Oh well. It was a sunny day. There you go.
Narrator(cont): Anyway, ever since the events of Omega Tahu Commercial and the Bionicle Comedy Central getting destroyed, life for the Bionicle LMBer's just hasn't been the same. It seemed comedy had become irrelevant and a ship revolution was beginning, and the crashing of the Bionicle Comedy Train made it no better.
Nieda: SHIPJAGOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Narrator: And then there was that.
*Nieda is Shipjago-ing her way through the entire forum*
Tahu: Okay, what now?
Nuparu: *Aims his cannon of bombs at Nieda and fires* BOOM!
*Explosions*
fantasy: Welp, the ships are back. Time for me to make more illogical arguments about Power Rangers.
Tahu: Please, no.
fantasy: Fine then. Let's just watch with buckets of popcorn.
*Loads of elemental fire and bombs are thrown at Nieda to no effect*
Nieda: SHIPZ FOREVER.
Nuparu: I wish Keplers was here.
Keplers: I am here now.
Nuparu: Then do something!
Keplers: Kopaka slipped.
Nuparu: That's doing nothing!
Nieda: What...did you say?
Keplers: Kopaka slipped.
Nieda: HE DID NOT SLIP. HE DID NOT LIE. HE IS KOPAKA.
*Shipjago tornado becomes more furious and wild*
Nuparu: *Sarcastically* Well, I certainly think that did quite a bit.
Narrator: It was a dark and gloomy day...wait, a dark day? That doesn't make much sense. Oh well. It was a sunny day. There you go.
Narrator(cont): Anyway, ever since the events of Omega Tahu Commercial and the Bionicle Comedy Central getting destroyed, life for the Bionicle LMBer's just hasn't been the same. It seemed comedy had become irrelevant and a ship revolution was beginning, and the crashing of the Bionicle Comedy Train made it no better.
Nieda: SHIPJAGOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Narrator: And then there was that.
*Nieda is Shipjago-ing her way through the entire forum*
Tahu: Okay, what now?
Nuparu: *Aims his cannon of bombs at Nieda and fires* BOOM!
*Explosions*
fantasy: Welp, the ships are back. Time for me to make more illogical arguments about Power Rangers.
Tahu: Please, no.
fantasy: Fine then. Let's just watch with buckets of popcorn.
*Loads of elemental fire and bombs are thrown at Nieda to no effect*
Nieda: SHIPZ FOREVER.
Nuparu: I wish Keplers was here.
Keplers: I am here now.
Nuparu: Then do something!
Keplers: Kopaka slipped.
Nuparu: That's doing nothing!
Nieda: What...did you say?
Keplers: Kopaka slipped.
Nieda: HE DID NOT SLIP. HE DID NOT LIE. HE IS KOPAKA.
*Shipjago tornado becomes more furious and wild*
Nuparu: *Sarcastically* Well, I certainly think that did quite a bit.
It was a dark room, but not uncomfortably so. That said, the only light available came from lightning that arced across the walls, and a large television monitor. The light of this monitor was obstructed by something... a being. But that was of no consequence, because he too, would occasionally have lightning arc across his body. A constant reminder of the being's incredible power and intelligence.
"There has been... an incident, creator."
It was another being who said this. One who was, shockingly, just as skilled and powerful.
"Oh? And what would that be, Kratark?" asked the first being that was being described earlier, you know, with lightning arcing on him.
"Mrcqm has left LMBE."
At this, a spray of brown liquid had gotten all over the computer terminal in front of Emarcee. Within seconds, it had sparked and was promptly shut down. Lightning ceased to arc along the walls. And the television monitor went black.
"Kratark! What did I tell you about giving me spit-take worthy news as I'm drinking tea?!"
"I'm sorry I just thought-"
"Forget it -- Mrcqm left? How did that happen?!"
"I think my first hint was when he said he was leaving."
"This is horrible! What's going to happen to us? Weren't we going to live out our backstories?"
"There is another thing, Keplers has also been fired from the administrative team of LMBE."
Another spray of liquid, this time directed at Kratark, did spew forth from Emarcee's mouth, covering the Makuta in a broth of saliva and tea.
"You're kidding me? But Keppy is a boss!"
"I know right?!"
"There is only one thing to do..."
"Go on an interdimensional/timetravelling revenge spree full of destruction and mayhem?"
At this, Emarcee spat on the ground a la Future Worm and triumphantly said: "YOU KNOW IT!"
And so it was that Kratark and Emarcee did go forth on their revenge spree. And there was much terror and violence, and the people did not even have time to feast on the orangutans or breakfast cereals, and everyone was having a very horrible time in general.
-last edited on Sept 8, 2017 3:46:02 GMT by Emarcee
Post by Emarcee on Sept 8, 2017 3:38:38 GMT
Lightning struck just beyond the doors of an Irish pub, and a rather tall, imposing figure walked in. Seemingly lacking motivation, he sat upon a stool that was positioned in front of a counter, and ordered the nearest employee to supply him with tea.
He also demanded a thing of chocolate milk, the kind that came in the small plastic opaque bottles intended for children.
He also insisted that he was half-Irish, even though he did not at all look the part. To prove the point he had to recant information of a potato famine that took place a hundred or so years ago. He had traumatized the employees of the pub so badly though that they fainted. Emarcee would have jolted them back into consciousness with controlled electrical shocks, but didn't feel like it.
He took a long swig of his tea, decided it didn't have enough sugar in it, and then took a swig of the chocolate milk he ordered. Upon tasting it, he then decided it wasn't nearly chocolatey enough. What rotten luck he thought to himself.
There was a hovercar parked outside, belonging to him, and it resembled a seagull. This is not important in of itself, but anybody nerdy and esoteric enough would understand that he had gone through a lot of trouble to even know about this hovercar, let alone obtaining it. To clarify, however, he did not drive to this establishment. He just likes to make a point of showing off this hovercar whenever he visits an establishment that is polite enough to have nearby parking.
Upon further consideration, he decided he would eat potatoes, just to spite the employees which he had caused to pass out, and to that effect electrically revived a waitress just so he could order a plate of shephard's pie -- albeit, with most of the vegetables, if any, excluded. He was picky like this.
He also used this opportunity to demand that he be given a tea that was properly sweetened, and he didn't care if it ended up tasting like a candy bar -- there is no point in drinking boiled brown water if it hasn't been sweetened well, at least not in his world view that is. He clearly had not inherited this trait from his father, who could somehow manage to say with a straight face he could drink unsweetened iced tea.
Seeing as how much of the service staff had gone into comas after Emarcee's vivid descriptions of 19th century starvation, one of the cooks in the kitchen had to serve Emarcee's shephard's pie himself. Remarkably, it had come out just as the Great Being had hoped, but he was still objectively dejected.
"What's wrong?" Asked the cook, as most do when encountering such a visually sad individual.
"I haven't the faintest idea of what to write about, and frankly, anything and everything I have been writing recently has received no readership. And whenever I do get an idea, I never have the will to follow through with it."
"You know, back in the potato famine..." began the cook, who was oblivious to the prior incident. What followed was a story that was not at all encouraging, and in fact, caused Emarcee to pass out and plant his face into a plate of hot shephard's pie.
It is a known fact that Emarcee brings a pike wherever he goes.
The incident, needless to say, almost caused him to use it.
As any sensible Great Being would do in this situation, he of course created a diamond with which he used to buy the pub, just so that he would have the right to close it down, which he promptly did on that same day, and in the cook's face to boot.
Having robbed the livelihoods of at least eighteen different people, he then got up, walked out, and got behind the wheel of his hovercar, the Magic Seagull.
Elsewhere, as a somewhat related matter of fact, there was a circus suffering from severe financial difficulties, and as a result, an alien magician belonging to said circus had to walk along the beach in hopes of becoming a successful beach performer, but no one needed him. Truth be told, he probably wouldn't of had much better luck as a street performer, given that at least on the beach he had the advantage of being overdressed for where he was.
Post by JimiFurno RedXD001 on Oct 26, 2017 18:38:13 GMT
Lets see what write...
Maybe I could write about the time Tahu wrote his own Jaller and Hahli ship...
Or maybe how the Turaga of Mata Nui decided to ban Chocolate Eggs...
I could also tell you about the time Takua found a Game Boy Color with berries shoved in its speakers...
Vezon: PICK A STORY ALREADY!!!
Dude: Okay Okay, How about the one where Nuparu almost blew up Metru Nui?
Vezon: Ya sure. Tell us that one.
Dude: I can't.
Vezon: Why not?
Dude: 'Cuase
Vezon: 'Cause why?
Dude: Just 'cause.
Vezon: Just 'cause why?
Dude: Just 'cause because.
Vezon: Just 'cause because why?
17 hours later...
Vezon: Just 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause because 'cause WWWWHHHHHYYYYY!!!!
Dude: Because after the 17 hours 3 minutes and 27 seconds of us going on like this I forgot the Story.
Vezon: THEN TELL US A DIFFERENT ONE!!!!!!!
Dude: How about the time when when-
Vezon: SURE THAT ONE!
Dude: Okay! Vezon was playing with the glue gun-
Vezon: NOT THAT ONE!!!
Dude: But you just said-
Vezon: Forget it! Your Fired!
Dude: No! You can't!
Vezon: To bad! *Throws Dude out of the Topic* Bring me the next loser story teller already!
Meh I don't know how funny this is but I hope it at least made you smile a bit or something.
"Kratark!" proclaimed Emarcee, casually teleporting into the Queue of Em with three metallic faces skewered onto his spear. "You won't believe what happened a few days ago."
"Oh?" asked the Makuta, having nothing else to say.
"Some three headed Makuta scrub in Xia of all places tried to kill me!"
At this, the both engaged in most uproarious laughter.
"And- HAHA, that's not even the best part!"
"Really? What's the best part?"
"There was a big argument over whether or not I of all people should have been considered 'smashed' or 'dead'. Can you believe that?!"
More uproarious laughter followed after this.
"Preposterous! Right?"
"Of course!"
Uproarious laughter did of course continue. For a solid 20 seconds.
"Those people are just the worst, aren't they?"
"Yuuuuup!"
"Don't worry man, some day, some day I'll crawl out of that mary sue Blarkrok, and I'll start punching everyone again!"
"Counting on it!"
At this the curious pair changed gears from uproarious laughter to evil laughter
"Oooooh wait until you see the plot twist that'll trigger your return!"
"Oh yeah that's a stroke of genius!"
"Assuming it even happens! Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a plot moving when nobody approaches your characters?"
"I know, right?"
"Seriously dude, I gotta do everything by myself!"
"Daaaaang. That's gotta be rough."
"And I gotta somehow line the Toa team up so that they end up in a fight with a Makuta. And as it turns out, 90% of all the people who use Makuta don't know how to RP well with them."
"Well that's awful considering that's just about 90% of the entire player-base."
"Who would've thought everyone would flock to the strongest, edgiest race in the whole universe?" Emarcee said this rolling his eyes in a most sarcastic fashion.
"Dude, what if you were to take a break and just write funny fan-fiction? It's how you got your second-wind on the original LMBs"
"See -- the thing about that is, the BIONICLE community's dead, pretty much."
"Well that sucks."
"IT DOES. AND I JUST WANT TO GET CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED BY THE COMMUNITY AGAIN! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!"
"So what's left?"
"Well, I could A. continue to roleplay in a community I am increasingly disliking, and being disliked in. B. Try to keep writing uninspired fan-fiction even though nobody reads it anymore. Or C. Just give up already and tell myself I'm getting to old for this stuff."
"Do you think anybody is reading this, Emarcee?"
"Probably not. And even if they were, I doubt they'd realize I am secretly venting about my disappointments with what is transpiring around me."
"Should I punch something for you?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. I used to be a respected celebrity. When did I become low-tier refuse? I used to have it all! Likes! Comments! Good roleplay plots! WHERE IS THE MONEY? SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!"
At this Emarcee sort of flipped out and sorta started screeching with lightning striking everywhere around him.
"I AM STILL THE QUEUE OF EM!!! I AM STILL EMARCEE!!! I WILL NOT BE STOPPED!!! I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!! UNSURPASSABLE!!! ALWAYS CORRECT!!! ALWAYS THE REP!!! I AM THE CAPTAIN!!! I STEER THIS VESSEL! I CONTROL THE REINS!!! THIS IS MY TURF!!! And my enemies... my enemies! HOW DO YOU GET AWAY WITH HALF THE STUFF YOU DO?! WHAT FAVOR HAVE YOU CURRIED THAT I HAVE NOT? WHAT EXAMPLE HAVE YOU SET THAT I HAVE NOT? GIVE ME THE ANSWER! THE ANSWER!!! WHERE'S THE ANSWER?!?!?!"
"Oh gosh I knew his god-complex would kick in if I kept talking to him this candidly. Don't worry folks, nothing to see here. It's (sort of) just a joke. Granted, a joke fueled by underyling rage, confusion, and anger, but sort of a joke nonetheless. Nothing to see here. Happy new year."
"GIVE ME SOMETHING!!! WHERE IS THE RESPECT AND ADORATION I ONCE COMMANDED?!?! GIVE IT TO ME!!!"
"Good grief I better get Emarcee to click 'create post' before he says anything that can be taken too seriously."
{Translation of the A1Z26 code:}In all seriousness please don't take any of this the wrong way. As candid as I am being right now, a lot of what goes into the way I communicate is coated in humour. Therefore anything I say that may sound offensive (if applicable) should be considered as simply being exaggerated language. (What follows is further text to explain more which I won't be turning into code) My only intention is to express some of my frustrations so that people can understand what I'm thinking, as well as including some exaggeration along the way to keep things from getting too heavy. On a website where the majority of a person's negative feelings will be censored, I feel it is important to at least try to find a way to express frustration to others in a healthy and inoffensive way. As much as I would like to, I need to pop the cork out and let out my anger before I end up exploding or making a scene later on.
"Oh good grief won't somebody take pity on this great being? o_o"
"Kratark!" proclaimed Emarcee, casually teleporting into the Queue of Em with three metallic faces skewered onto his spear. "You won't believe what happened a few days ago."
"Oh?" asked the Makuta, having nothing else to say.
"Some three headed Makuta scrub in Xia of all places tried to kill me!"
At this, the both engaged in most uproarious laughter.
"And- HAHA, that's not even the best part!"
"Really? What's the best part?"
"There was a big argument over whether or not I of all people should have been considered 'smashed' or 'dead'. Can More
"Preposterous! Right?"
"Of course!"
Uproarious laughter did of course continue. For a solid 20 seconds.
"Those people are just the worst, aren't they?"
"Yuuuuup!"
"Don't worry man, some day, some day I'll crawl out of that mary sue Blarkrok, and I'll start punching everyone again!"
"Counting on it!"
At this the curious pair changed gears from uproarious laughter to evil laughter
"Oooooh wait until you see the plot twist that'll trigger your return!"
"Oh yeah that's a stroke of genius!"
"Assuming it even happens! Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a plot moving when nobody approaches your characters?"
"I know, right?"
"Seriously dude, I gotta do everything by myself!"
"Daaaaang. That's gotta be rough."
"And I gotta somehow line the Toa team up so that they end up in a fight with a Makuta. And as it turns out, 90% of all the people who use Makuta don't know how to RP well with them."
"Well that's awful considering that's just about 90% of the entire player-base."
"Who would've thought everyone would flock to the strongest, edgiest race in the whole universe?" Emarcee said this rolling his eyes in a most sar "Dude, what if you were to take a break and just write funny fan-fiction? It's how you got your second-wind on the original LMBs"
"See -- the thing about that is, the BIONICLE community's dead, pretty much."
"Well that sucks."
"IT DOES. AND I JUST WANT TO GET CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED BY THE COMMUNITY AGAIN! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!"
"So what's left?"
"Well, I could A. continue to roleplay in a community I am increasingly disliking, and being disliked in. B. Try to keep writing uninspired fan-fiction even though nobody reads it anymore. Or C. Just give up already and tell myself I'm getting to old for this stuff."
"Do you think anybody is reading this, Emarcee?"
"Probably not. And even if they were, I doubt they'd realize I am secretly venting about my disappointments with what is transpiring around me."
"Should I punch something for you?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. I used to be a respected celebrity. When did I become low-tier refuse? I used to have it all! Likes! Comments! Good roleplay plots! WHERE IS THE MONEY? SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!"
At this Emarcee sort of flipped out and sorta started screeching with lightning striking everywhere around him.
"I AM STILL THE QUEUE OF EM!!! I AM STILL EMARCEE!!! I WILL NOT BE STOPPED!!! I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!! UNSURPASSABLE!!! ALWAYS CORRECT!!! ALWAYS THE REP!!! I AM THE CAPTAIN!!! I STEER THIS VESSEL! I CONTROL THE REINS!!! THIS IS MY TURF!!! And my enemies... my enemies! HOW DO YOU GET AWAY WITH HALF THE STUFF YOU DO?! WHAT FAVOR HAVE YOU CURRIED THAT I HAVE NOT? WHAT EXAMPLE HAVE YOU SET THAT I HAVE NOT? GIVE ME THE ANSWER! THE ANSWER!!! WHERE'S THE ANSWER?!?!?!"
"Oh gosh I knew his god-complex would kick in if I kept talking to him this candidly. Don't worry folks, nothing to see here. It's (sort of) just a joke. Granted, a joke fueled by underyling rage, confusion, and anger, but sort of a joke nonetheless. Nothing to see here. Happy new year."
"GIVE ME SOMETHING!!! WHERE IS THE RESPECT AND ADORATION I ONCE COMMANDED?!?! GIVE IT TO ME!!!"
"Good grief I better get Emarcee to click 'create post' before he says anything that can be taken too seriously."
{Translation of the A1Z26 code:}In all seriousness please don't take any of this the wrong way. As candid as I am being right now, a lot of what goes into the way I communicate is coated in humour. Therefore anything I say that may sound offensive (if applicable) should be considered as simply being exaggerated language. (What follows is further text to explain more which I won't be turning into code) My only intention is to express some of my frustrations so that people can understand what I'm thinking, as well as including some exaggeration along the way to keep things from getting too heavy. On a website where the majority of a person's negative feelings will be censored, I feel it is important to at least try to find a way to express frustration to others in a healthy and inoffensive way. As much as I would like to, I need to pop the cork out and let out my anger before I end up exploding or making a scene later on.
"Oh good grief won't somebody take pity on this great being? o_o"
This is probably the best thing I have ever read! I have to admit, I am part of the 90% who don’t know how to use a Makuta!
"Kratark!" proclaimed Emarcee, casually teleporting into the Queue of Em with three metallic faces skewered onto his spear. "You won't believe what happened a few days ago."
"Oh?" asked the Makuta, having nothing else to say.
"Some three headed Makuta scrub in Xia of all places tried to kill me!"
At this, the both engaged in most uproarious laughter.
"And- HAHA, that's not even the best part!"
"Really? What's the best part?"
"There was a big argument over whether or not I of all people should have been considered 'smashed' or 'dead'. Can More
"Preposterous! Right?"
"Of course!"
Uproarious laughter did of course continue. For a solid 20 seconds.
"Those people are just the worst, aren't they?"
"Yuuuuup!"
"Don't worry man, some day, some day I'll crawl out of that mary sue Blarkrok, and I'll start punching everyone again!"
"Counting on it!"
At this the curious pair changed gears from uproarious laughter to evil laughter
"Oooooh wait until you see the plot twist that'll trigger your return!"
"Oh yeah that's a stroke of genius!"
"Assuming it even happens! Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a plot moving when nobody approaches your characters?"
"I know, right?"
"Seriously dude, I gotta do everything by myself!"
"Daaaaang. That's gotta be rough."
"And I gotta somehow line the Toa team up so that they end up in a fight with a Makuta. And as it turns out, 90% of all the people who use Makuta don't know how to RP well with them."
"Well that's awful considering that's just about 90% of the entire player-base."
"Who would've thought everyone would flock to the strongest, edgiest race in the whole universe?" Emarcee said this rolling his eyes in a most sar "Dude, what if you were to take a break and just write funny fan-fiction? It's how you got your second-wind on the original LMBs"
"See -- the thing about that is, the BIONICLE community's dead, pretty much."
"Well that sucks."
"IT DOES. AND I JUST WANT TO GET CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED BY THE COMMUNITY AGAIN! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!"
"So what's left?"
"Well, I could A. continue to roleplay in a community I am increasingly disliking, and being disliked in. B. Try to keep writing uninspired fan-fiction even though nobody reads it anymore. Or C. Just give up already and tell myself I'm getting to old for this stuff."
"Do you think anybody is reading this, Emarcee?"
"Probably not. And even if they were, I doubt they'd realize I am secretly venting about my disappointments with what is transpiring around me."
"Should I punch something for you?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. I used to be a respected celebrity. When did I become low-tier refuse? I used to have it all! Likes! Comments! Good roleplay plots! WHERE IS THE MONEY? SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!"
At this Emarcee sort of flipped out and sorta started screeching with lightning striking everywhere around him.
"I AM STILL THE QUEUE OF EM!!! I AM STILL EMARCEE!!! I WILL NOT BE STOPPED!!! I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!! UNSURPASSABLE!!! ALWAYS CORRECT!!! ALWAYS THE REP!!! I AM THE CAPTAIN!!! I STEER THIS VESSEL! I CONTROL THE REINS!!! THIS IS MY TURF!!! And my enemies... my enemies! HOW DO YOU GET AWAY WITH HALF THE STUFF YOU DO?! WHAT FAVOR HAVE YOU CURRIED THAT I HAVE NOT? WHAT EXAMPLE HAVE YOU SET THAT I HAVE NOT? GIVE ME THE ANSWER! THE ANSWER!!! WHERE'S THE ANSWER?!?!?!"
"Oh gosh I knew his god-complex would kick in if I kept talking to him this candidly. Don't worry folks, nothing to see here. It's (sort of) just a joke. Granted, a joke fueled by underyling rage, confusion, and anger, but sort of a joke nonetheless. Nothing to see here. Happy new year."
"GIVE ME SOMETHING!!! WHERE IS THE RESPECT AND ADORATION I ONCE COMMANDED?!?! GIVE IT TO ME!!!"
"Good grief I better get Emarcee to click 'create post' before he says anything that can be taken too seriously."
{Translation of the A1Z26 code:}In all seriousness please don't take any of this the wrong way. As candid as I am being right now, a lot of what goes into the way I communicate is coated in humour. Therefore anything I say that may sound offensive (if applicable) should be considered as simply being exaggerated language. (What follows is further text to explain more which I won't be turning into code) My only intention is to express some of my frustrations so that people can understand what I'm thinking, as well as including some exaggeration along the way to keep things from getting too heavy. On a website where the majority of a person's negative feelings will be censored, I feel it is important to at least try to find a way to express frustration to others in a healthy and inoffensive way. As much as I would like to, I need to pop the cork out and let out my anger before I end up exploding or making a scene later on.
"Oh good grief won't somebody take pity on this great being? o_o"
This is probably the best thing I have ever read! I have to admit, I am part of the 90% who don’t know how to use a Makuta!
Poor MRC. I sort of remember the good olde days.
I actually took a look at the RP a few days ago before I saw this and saw everyone arguing about you being smashed. I don't think I wanna join the RP.
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THEN TELL US A DIFFERENT ONE!!!!!!! 
