Post by Emarcee on Mar 5, 2017 23:21:14 GMT
GUYS!!!! Guess who? 
Remember me?
I said I wouldn't do it...
I'm a big fat liar.
The Brisk Walk for Power! Remastered!!!
1. Makuta hammered away on his anvil, determined to make a mask. He had already created several recolors of the same mold, but this one he decided to make unique…. Nah. His brother gets away with it. He can too. “Masks on sale 90% off!” the advertising sign above his booth said. You’d think that at a mystical forge with only two blacksmiths, the two could go to business together and make somewhere around the same profit, but noooo Ekimu’s masks were better. Ekimu had reached a point where he had too many masks to sell or give away, as popular as he was, and decided to have a look at Makuta’s work. “My my.” He said, “So slow.” Makuta, trying to seem only slightly disgruntled, said, “Yeah, well, it’s real work. Good… honest work. WITH A HAMMER!” Clang! Before the sound had a chance to reverberate, Ekimu replied, “I forget, what is the power of the mask you wear brother?” Makuta spoke knowing his brother hadn’t forgotten but it was only to rub salt on wounds, “The mask of control.” Ekimu feeling sadistic that day continued, “Control of what?” Makuta, as any being with emotional needs and feelings would do in this situation, got angry with his brother, and lost his composure as he said, “Control… of... NOTHING! You make it clear EVERY day! I…. Am… NOTHING!” The second best mask-maker began to sob as he imagined Ekimu smirking behind his mask of creation, a mask that sped up Ekimu’s mask production greatly. No wonder everybody liked Ekimu better, there was never a wait list with him. Makuta on the other hand… You’d need patience. And why wait for some idiot with a hammer when you can get masks the minute you walk into the shop? “Go away old fool and let me try to earn my already meager living…” Makuta said, banging his anvil almost aimlessly.
2. The next day, Makuta sold no masks. At all. Like... seriously. I'm not even kidding. NOTHING. In a desperate bid to prove himself, Makuta decided to make an impressive mask that everyone would want to buy. “One mask to rule them all… One mask to find them! One mask to the shadows bind them! And one mask to make a very cheesy, drawn out reference that will make everyone groan! MUAHAHAAA!!!!” In making this mask however, Makuta had inadvertently drawn the ire of Ekimu. Who knew that Makuta would surely rise to fame should he be allowed to wear this mask, and demonstrate it's capabilities! He resolved to destroy the mask while his brother wasn't looking. However, when Ekimu had snuck in to Makuta's forge to smash the Mask of Ultimate Power to pieces -- it was gone.
He was already getting in front of a crowd.
The Mask of Ultimate Power was, as one might guess, ultimate. With the power of every singly element combined, it could do almost literally anything. And its aesthetic reflected this: a splendid, shining mask of golden plast, the sheen of which alone could- “W-w-wait, PLASTIC?! I thought I practiced metallurgy!” Makuta was shocked. Because the author had contradicted him. However, it was written out of the story, so it didn't really matter. Now... where was I? Ah yes! So as I was saying: the mask was so powerful, and so pretty, and so shiny, that a thought had struck Makuta. A thought which he spoke out loud, thusly: “Hmm…. It’s a really nice mask… Maybe I’ll put it on and show everyone what it can do! IMMA GENIUS!!!!” As one is wont to do upon deciding to show off their mask to the world, Makuta travelled to Okoto's capital city, and stood upon what looked to any reasonable intelligent being to be a concert stage of some sort. The Mask Maker walked up onto it, and, with his eyes closed: he had imagined that a crowd had actually followed him. Thinking that there was a crowd listening to him, Makuta began his speech… With himself. “Citizens of Okoto!" he began, "I bring to you a mask that can solve ALL your problemz! Because this mask… Does… EVERYTHING!!!! I dub it, the mask of ultimate power! And to show you all its ultimate power of ultimate ultimateness, I will put it on myself! And in so doing: I, Makuta, will prove once and for all that I am actually the greatest of only two Mask Makers alive!” He held the golden mask up high above his head and, discarding his mask of control, opted of course to put on the mask he had just recently created. But before he had much time to demonstrate its powers or some such nonsense, Ekimu showed up on the stage. From there, he charged Makuta, and smashed the mask off of his face. The Mask of Ultimate Power went flying off of Makuta's head, which was now quite messed up from Ekimu's hammer swing, and began to crack... as it turns out: damaging a mask that attempts to incorporate ALL six elements into a single object (which is not the least dangerous way to have a mask) is a bad idea. A massive implosions erupted, taking the city and everyone in it. Makuta and all the Okotans trapped within the capital would be bound forever in a pocket dimension that literally nobody knows about.
Conveniently though... both the spiritless bodies of Ekimu and Makuta remained in the physical realm. Which would make the return of the Mask Makers to not be an impossibility.
So it goes.
--This is all I could handle for right now. I will likely end up just doing one chapter at a time (when I feel like it of course ) but until then -- enjoy!
Remember me?
I said I wouldn't do it...
I'm a big fat liar.
The Brisk Walk for Power! Remastered!!!
1. Makuta hammered away on his anvil, determined to make a mask. He had already created several recolors of the same mold, but this one he decided to make unique…. Nah. His brother gets away with it. He can too. “Masks on sale 90% off!” the advertising sign above his booth said. You’d think that at a mystical forge with only two blacksmiths, the two could go to business together and make somewhere around the same profit, but noooo Ekimu’s masks were better. Ekimu had reached a point where he had too many masks to sell or give away, as popular as he was, and decided to have a look at Makuta’s work. “My my.” He said, “So slow.” Makuta, trying to seem only slightly disgruntled, said, “Yeah, well, it’s real work. Good… honest work. WITH A HAMMER!” Clang! Before the sound had a chance to reverberate, Ekimu replied, “I forget, what is the power of the mask you wear brother?” Makuta spoke knowing his brother hadn’t forgotten but it was only to rub salt on wounds, “The mask of control.” Ekimu feeling sadistic that day continued, “Control of what?” Makuta, as any being with emotional needs and feelings would do in this situation, got angry with his brother, and lost his composure as he said, “Control… of... NOTHING! You make it clear EVERY day! I…. Am… NOTHING!” The second best mask-maker began to sob as he imagined Ekimu smirking behind his mask of creation, a mask that sped up Ekimu’s mask production greatly. No wonder everybody liked Ekimu better, there was never a wait list with him. Makuta on the other hand… You’d need patience. And why wait for some idiot with a hammer when you can get masks the minute you walk into the shop? “Go away old fool and let me try to earn my already meager living…” Makuta said, banging his anvil almost aimlessly.
2. The next day, Makuta sold no masks. At all. Like... seriously. I'm not even kidding. NOTHING. In a desperate bid to prove himself, Makuta decided to make an impressive mask that everyone would want to buy. “One mask to rule them all… One mask to find them! One mask to the shadows bind them! And one mask to make a very cheesy, drawn out reference that will make everyone groan! MUAHAHAAA!!!!” In making this mask however, Makuta had inadvertently drawn the ire of Ekimu. Who knew that Makuta would surely rise to fame should he be allowed to wear this mask, and demonstrate it's capabilities! He resolved to destroy the mask while his brother wasn't looking. However, when Ekimu had snuck in to Makuta's forge to smash the Mask of Ultimate Power to pieces -- it was gone.
He was already getting in front of a crowd.
The Mask of Ultimate Power was, as one might guess, ultimate. With the power of every singly element combined, it could do almost literally anything. And its aesthetic reflected this: a splendid, shining mask of golden plast, the sheen of which alone could- “W-w-wait, PLASTIC?! I thought I practiced metallurgy!” Makuta was shocked. Because the author had contradicted him. However, it was written out of the story, so it didn't really matter. Now... where was I? Ah yes! So as I was saying: the mask was so powerful, and so pretty, and so shiny, that a thought had struck Makuta. A thought which he spoke out loud, thusly: “Hmm…. It’s a really nice mask… Maybe I’ll put it on and show everyone what it can do! IMMA GENIUS!!!!” As one is wont to do upon deciding to show off their mask to the world, Makuta travelled to Okoto's capital city, and stood upon what looked to any reasonable intelligent being to be a concert stage of some sort. The Mask Maker walked up onto it, and, with his eyes closed: he had imagined that a crowd had actually followed him. Thinking that there was a crowd listening to him, Makuta began his speech… With himself. “Citizens of Okoto!" he began, "I bring to you a mask that can solve ALL your problemz! Because this mask… Does… EVERYTHING!!!! I dub it, the mask of ultimate power! And to show you all its ultimate power of ultimate ultimateness, I will put it on myself! And in so doing: I, Makuta, will prove once and for all that I am actually the greatest of only two Mask Makers alive!” He held the golden mask up high above his head and, discarding his mask of control, opted of course to put on the mask he had just recently created. But before he had much time to demonstrate its powers or some such nonsense, Ekimu showed up on the stage. From there, he charged Makuta, and smashed the mask off of his face. The Mask of Ultimate Power went flying off of Makuta's head, which was now quite messed up from Ekimu's hammer swing, and began to crack... as it turns out: damaging a mask that attempts to incorporate ALL six elements into a single object (which is not the least dangerous way to have a mask) is a bad idea. A massive implosions erupted, taking the city and everyone in it. Makuta and all the Okotans trapped within the capital would be bound forever in a pocket dimension that literally nobody knows about.
Conveniently though... both the spiritless bodies of Ekimu and Makuta remained in the physical realm. Which would make the return of the Mask Makers to not be an impossibility.
So it goes.
--This is all I could handle for right now. I will likely end up just doing one chapter at a time (when I feel like it of course
) but until then -- enjoy! BY THE POWER OF THE WAFFLE IRON!!!!
