User blog:Zamorbomb9000/Tales of a Traveler

When I get bored, this is what I do. Think of stories. A few years ago I thought of a good plot...What if I could travel between dimensions? And, if so, what would they be like? I quickly came up with the basis everything we see, or imagine, accually happened. We have a psycic connection to other universes.Things like TV and novels...It happened, just somewhere else. For a few years now I've been writing a mental story. Its about whatever I liked at the time. I recently began building BIONICLE. And I finally have an outlet for my overactive imagination.

Chapter 1

I can't tell you my name. I have about 20 now. And that's not counting the bad ones. You see, being a dimensional traveler is confusing. And I am NOT talking the pocket dimensions.

You see, picture dimensions...as a grid. Side to side are completely different dimensions. Totally, completely, non-arguably different. Up and down are the pocket dimensions. When you travel up and down, to pocket dimensions, you go there. Short and simple. When you go to a different dimension it get tricky.

We all have a life force, an aura, if you will. And sometimes, beings from seperate dimensions will have the same aura. This means they will have similar mental traits... favorite color, hobbies, personality...the list goes on. And if two similar auras enter the same dimension, they will... fuse. Mentally, that is. Often the memories and skills of the being entering the dimension combine with those of the one already in the dimension, in the body of the being already in the dimension. Understand? I doubt it. I don't myself.

Anyway, I suppose you're here to listen to my escapades in the BIONICLE dimensions...so be it. I can't remember many of the details of my time in the other dimensions, thanks to an undisclosed incedent. Anyway, lets get on with it.

Chapter 2
I woke with a start. Well, not really woke, but when two brains are trying to processing each others memories, you blank out for a minute. Last thing I had remembered a dimensional gap had opened and sucked me and one of my friends in. It had happened before, but we had done it on purpose, and this portal was a lot rougher...like it was generated by a machine, and not a very advanced one at that. I could tell I was in a new body. It feels quite odd when you change from an organic to biomechanical being. Almost like parts of me really weren't parts of me...How odd, I thought to myself. I looked down. I was covered in blue and silver armour. But it wasn't primitive, it was nearly unbreakable and contoured to my form. I felt something on my face, fused to it. it was a mask. A long heavy silver mask. An evil mask. Yet one with great power. When I was capable, I looked back into my own memories. I was shocked to see what was there. Murders. Robberies. Chaos. I had gone diagonnally across the grid, into a world where I was ruthless...coldhearted...and evil...

Chapter 3
Although I did not want to, I looked to my memories again. My new body belonged to a bounty hunter named Raktaan. I belonged to a moblike organization called Zypher. I looked across the table to see a fellow member, and the only one I truly trusted. He wore a tarnished golden Kualsi he had stolen from a rouge Toa named Iruini. That was long ago, when we worked for the good guys. I looked into his eyes. They were familiar, but frozen in fear. This is who my friend had become.

Metru Nui had turned into a metropolis here. Mata Nui had been banished into the Ignika and had Tren Krom take his place, in reverse of our dimension. Mata Nui had turned sour, and had tried to end all life. Teridax, loyal to Tren Krom, had given his life to end the Ignika's countdown by using the Vahi and his own soul to freeze it in time. Still malicious, Mata Nui couldn't create his own body. He had to find someone else to channel his power. Raktaan, an amateur member of the Metru Nui Defensive Force, never realized the shiny thing on the ground would turn him into this when he picked it up.