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Yo, yo, Piraka!
Yo, yo, Piraka!
The gang on the loose
Nothin' you can do
The Beast on the move
Bully comin' through
Trigger, Tracer, Drifter comin' too
Add The Snake that makes Piraka crew
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Pt 1/2 of 2
The universe is a puzzle, thought Toru. Toraga Nujo said this often. It hints at the path you are supposed to follow, but never clarifies its message. You have to figure it out for yourself ... and maybe I just did.
With a trembling hand, Matoro placed the Kanahi Ignika on top of his mask. He was expecting a surge of power, or perhaps vice versa, a sudden, terrible weakness. But instead he felt ... different. His body felt light and tingling as if a stream of energy had passed through it. He still fell, but no longer out of control. Its shape was straight as an arrow and turned to a target still unknown.
Images flashed in Matoro's mind. He saw the creation of the Igna; Her thousands of years wait for the right time and the intended issues; He saw it taken from his resting place once before, to be used to heal the great spirit ... and he saw what happened to those who wore it then.
Pt 2 of 2?
He did not cry, did not protest and did not tear the mask off his face. Nor did he waste one moment in grief. He never wanted to become a Toa, or wanted to, and the Hero mantle never fit comfortably on his shoulders. But now, now he knew, and knowledge brought peace.
Nojo was right. The universe is a puzzle. And today, I am the answer.
His arms were thrown in front of him. They glow now, little twinkles of light like the star field over the ornamental meta island. His whole body was now changed, swirling light patterns, dissipating energies as the life mask released the essence of being called Matoro.
Is that the end then? He wondered. Is that how it feels?
Yes, he decided. It was death. That was the price Ignika demanded for his use. It no longer existed as a metro, as a toa, as a living creature of organic muscle and mechanical parts ... it would be much less than it was and much more.
The world changed around him and that didn't scare the ice tau. He knew that the real change was in the way he looked at his surroundings - no longer with eyes, mind, spirit bound in the physical world. It has become pure energy, pure life ... a power that will bring back the great spirit from death. Already he barely remembers what it feels like to be in a fight, or to be lonely, or to feel the heat of a fire on a cold night. Pleasure, pain, satisfaction, disappointment, these were just words to him now. He was beyond it, or almost.
But there was one emotion, one part of his past life, that he did not forget - one memory he refused to surrender. Jeller, Halle, Hawkeye, Congo, Nufru - his friends - his partners - who fought alongside him .
I did it.
A shitpost on par with trumpitcarp or drunkdragon.
But i did it for the LORD.
Tell me my fortune
Am i a faggot oracle? Good luck for yes, bad luck for no.
Your Fortune: Bad Luck
I meant the opposite. Since that is the case, she has spoken the truth