TTV: Next Gen

I have come up with an idea for a comedy/ action thriller. It is about TTV 80 years in the future, in a world with only Bionicle misinformation, where violence and destruction run rampant. Only one original member survives. There is only one last resort: assemble a new team. A strong team. The Next Gen.
Anyways, I will try to update this each week, which will be easier considering the summer break starts this Saturday. Enjoy!
The old man pulled his glasses slowly up to his face. The skulls on the side shined in the morning light as he popped in his fake teeth. He dressed himself in his usual garb: a button up black shirt, black pants, and a tie with a skull and crossbones garb. He meandered over to his kitchen, where he pulled out a bag of gluten free oatmeal from his pantry and poured it into a pot of boiling water that had been prepared by his robotic butler. As he slowly ate the greyish hot meal, he thought to himself What am I going to have for a snack today? I need my snacks. Snacks are good. He struggled to open his front door. He had grown so weak over the years. Yes, he hadn’t ever been that strong, but he used to be able to open a door. He slowly trudged over to the bus stop where he waited each morning for an hour (he was a lonely man). As the blue and white vehicle slowed to a halt, he made the fight he made each day: the struggle with the stairs onto the bus. He sat down in the front and promptly fell asleep. He missed his stop, and had to wait as the bus made another round about the city. The streets were still a mess from the parade the night before. The old man had always loved Mardi Gras. As the bus pulled up to the high rise, he awkwardly made his way down the steps and into the front doors. He slid a card into a slot next to the door. “Good morning Mr...Mr...Mr....Mr...Mr…” The old man grumbled to himself, something about the buggy system. A car swooshed past, giving him something else to groan about. “Stupid car,” he moaned in a weak voice. He struggled to push the double glass doors open, but as soon as he did, he received a smile from the receptionist. She handed him a file and offered to help him to the elevators. He unpolitely said no as he waddled to the steel doors. He pushed the up button and stepped into his private elevator. He tried to push the top floor button, but he couldn’t, so he was forced to ask the receptionist for help. She ran over to his aid, and he mumbled something that resembled a thank you. As the elevator whined to a stop he took one long stride out and sat down at his desk. Back to the daily grind.
Or maybe not.
As he opened up his email he found a new message from a long lost friend. Inside was a list of ten names, all employees of his company. A single tear ran down the old man’s cheek. Var had given him his first order in almost ten years. It was time now. Time, for TTV Next Gen.

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i like it seems like a good start and i have a request can i cameo

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Yes you may, good sir. Yes, you may.

this is great, old man Meso laughing

if you are gonna put in cameos, maybe you should just have random boards people

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Here is part two, in which @Mesonak gets named, @IllustriousVar 's death is explored, and @exxtrooper 's pick for Next Gen is mentioned. @trev44, I have lived up to my promise. Can you find the cameo?
He hobbled up from his rolling chair and walked to the elevator. He had so much inspiration, so much vigor, that he pressed the button on his own. As the elevator sped downwards he looked over the list. It would take a while to assemble them all. But the world needed. He, the mighty Mesonak, needed it. The world had been torn to pieces. And not just any pieces, but blue pins. Now that he thought of the blue pins, he remembered ElJay. He was the first to go, the first that was taken by the Other. Meso shuddered at the sheer thought of the Other. So precise, so quick. They had no mercy for the Miru. Slowly the elevator came to a halt. He stepped out and proceeded to approach the woman at the front desk.
“Let’s go,” Meso almost squealed. He had never been so inspired in his entire life. The receptionist shot straight up.
“Yes sir. Where to?”
“First, we’re headed to Norway.”
“Norway? Why?”
“I have to talk to an old friend…”
The receptionist gave Meso a ride to the airport. He demanded that she sped past every stop sign, pause for no red light, have no regrets for hitting a stray cat. After a very illegal ride to the airport. He moved with surprising speed out of the car to the airport. While he was in the vehicle he had bought tickets on the last flight to a place whose name he found unpronounceable. The receptionist struggled to keep up with him as he sprinted past the crowded area. He sped through security and was the first one to board the airliner. He didn’t even break a sweat. The receptionist took a seat next to him.
“That was definitely quite the run, sir. Why do you have to see this friend?”
“You know the history of Pandemic, yes?”
“It was founded in 2020 by Varderan, sir. You gained ownership of the company after he passed.”
“I’m afraid that’s not quite the whole truth...er, what was your name?”
“Katrina, sir.”
Meso shivered. So much lost. “Anyways, that isn’t the whole truth. Yes, Varderan was the owner. Yes, Var did give me ownership after he passed on. However, Pandemic Panda has been here a lot longer than 65 years, Katrina. You see, before your parents were born, a podcast was made. To the world, it seemed that the purpose of the podcast was to deliver accurate Bionicle news, to entertain the fandom while the world waited for Gen 2. Now, I am about to tell you something that you cannot tell anyone else.”
“Yes sir.”
“TTV was not meant to just entertain. It was meant to defend.”
“Defend who? From what?”
“When the founders of TTV first met on the BZPower chat forums, we soon found out about a secret society of malicious intent. The Other. They seek to spread misinformation around the globe. Back then they were just little fish, trying to take down a slowly dying community. We watched in horror as they grew, photoshopping pictures, faking documents, causing false hope. So we set out to put an end to their reign of terror. We created a podcast. The only podcast for the real Bionicle news.”
“And this kept them at bay?”
“It kept them away from the Bionicle fandom, that’s all that we cared about. At least, that was all we cared about until we started TTV Talks. We used it to battle them in their other attacks on fandoms. We continued the TTV Podcast as their attacks on us grew. But it wouldn’t last for long.”
“What happened?”
“Life. We graduated. Moved on to other jobs, had families. Only a few of us stayed behind. We kept in touch, though, and more than anyone thought. However, the stress from our private lives set in. Tensions grew between members. That was about 30 years ago. One by one, we broke apart, until only me and Var were left. And, as you know, Var is no longer with us. That is how I came into ownership of Pandemic. After Var passed on, I began to check up on the other members. What I found was very disturbing. The Other had advanced to higher indecencies than we had ever imagined they would. They had killed the others, and made it look like an accident. I am the only one left.”
“Sir, why did no one ever tell me about this?”
“Katrina, you’re the receptionist. Of course you weren’t notified. But right now, you are the most trustworthy person I have right…”He cut off for no reason. Katrina bent over and noticed that the old man had fallen asleep. She nudged him and he came back to life.
“Now.”
“That’s nice to know sir, but I still don’t know why we’re off to Norway.” At this time in their conversation the man sitting next to them pulled out a laptop and began to type. He then pulled out a smartphone and whispered into it, saying, “This is Trevv, I’m ready for operation 44.”
Meso jolted back to life. “We all told Var who we would choose to come after us if we ever had to leave the podcast. This was put into the Next Gen program, and it has been dormant on Var’s computer. He created a program that would sense if the employees at Pandemic Panda were part of the Other, and once this happened his computer would auto send the file to all of the cast members. I got that e-mail today.”
“Who are we going to pick up?”
“A pick from our exotic member Exxtrooper. His name is Korwig Darenheidst, but his suggested call name is Nexttrooper. Now wake me up when we get there.”

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nice i like it , you know i actaully thought of something called operation 44 thats cool

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I'm liking this so far, also wow Eljay is the first to die laughing

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I've shown this to my friends, and it has actually made my BFF interested in Bionicle and TTV (especially TTV) stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye

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Here's the next part of Next Gen, in which one other surviving member of TTV appears. Also, here's a cameo for @Middlefingerstudios. Don't worry @Political_Slime, yours is next!
The flight was long and monotonous. Katrina soon found that Norway was not the most scenic place. She woke Meso upon touchdown. He took easily 15 minutes to make his way down the aisle to the front of the plane, where they set off to find a rental car. They asked several people, but most of their English was intelligible. They had quite the accent. Once they finally found someone with a sufficient accent they set out to find a car. Meso paid with his credit card and they all packed into a miniature Volkswagen bug. It was too small for him to fit comfortably in, so the three hour drive was filled with mutterings of “stupid car.” Katrina tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t due to Meso’s rage. They pulled up to an interesting establishment. Meso got out of the car and stretched his arthiritis plagued legs.
“Where are we?” Katrina said.
“Korwig’s favorite hideout: The Middlefinger Studio.”
“What a wonderful name,” Katrina said sarcastically.
“Oh, the atmosphere’s great,” Meso replied. He hobbled in.
Katrina jumped in surprise. It was actually a pretty nice place. There were plenty of models sitting in a bright room being painted by artists. Meso pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and looked around. He soon found the person he was looking for, and stumbled towards him.
“Korwig,” Meso said. Two painters looked up. “Not you,” he said grumpily, pointing to one artist. “I need you, Mr. Darenheidst.”
“You’re...You’re...Mesonak.”
“And I thought Sherlock Holmes was good,” Meso said cynically. “You ever heard of Exxtrooper?”
“Yes, sir.” The model gave Korwig a disapproving grunt, signalling him to return to his work. He ignored the customer.
“Well, years ago he chose you to follow in his footsteps. You, my boy, are going to be one of the new faces of Pandemic Panda.”
“Wait, really? You’re serious?”
“I kid you not. You are going to join us in battle.”
“Battle?”
“I will explain it to you, son, but as of right now, I believe it is in our best interest to get out of here. I fear that we are in the company of someone with malicious intent.”
“Wait, where are we going to go?”
“Back to the airport, I’ll explain on the drive there.”
“What about my stuff here?”
“You’ll have plenty of time to get your possessions. However, that doesn’t matter right now. It’s now or never, boy.”
“I’ll go,” he said. His model stood up, outraged. He screamed something in Norwegian as they left the studio.
“So, would you tell me what this battle is?” the artist asked. Meso relayed to him the story of the eternal fight against the violent Other. Korwig’s face soon turned to one of fear. “So, you’re telling me that a secretary, an artist, and an old man are supposed to face this terrorist group alone?”
“Alone? What do you mean ‘alone’? You think that we’re on our own in this? No, oh no. You see, you judged Katrina and I from our outward appearance. However, you’d be surprised what an old man like me could do. Remember this, young man: never judge anyone by their outward appearance.”
“But you’re over ninety years old,” Korwig said.
“But I’m still kicking around after this long. You might want to take a hint, youngster,” Meso said. Suddenly, he came to a stop.
“What’s wrong?” Katrina asked.
“I don’t know,” Meso said as he tried to press the gas pedal. Suddenly his eyes went wide open. “GET OUT! EVERYBODY GET OUT NOW!” he yelled. The three jumped out and ran away from the car. Just a few seconds later, the car exploded into a burst of flames.
"Trev," Katrina whispered to herself. The man from the plane, operation 44, this must have been the objective.
“See? I told you so,” Meso said to Korwig as he caught his breath.
“Great. Now we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere with no way to get out.”
“Ah, but that’s the first great trait of a cast member: we’re always prepared.” Meso pulled out a smartphone and dialed a number. He hung up and slid the phone back into his breast pocket.
“Now I wouldn’t worry. Our ride should be here soon.” About half an hour later, with a great sonic boom, a plane came into the sky above them. “There he is,” Meso said as Korwig stared in amazement. It couldn’t be, but it was: Kini.

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yus YUSSS

oh this story is getting even more interesting

Kini at the end, wonderful

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I have a wonderful humorous description of him ready for the next part. Glad you liked your cameo! smile

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Now I'm interested, can't wait for more...

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Thanks! Lately my writing has been gaining lots of attention, even outside of the boards.

Hey, so here's the end to Act II of Next Gen. The gang's all here guys, so here are the replacement cast member choices: @Viper @Venom @TakumaNuva @Kahi @Eljay. Also, here's your cameo @Political_Slime. Enjoy, and get hype for the epic conclusion to TTV: Next Gen!
The plane had a giant red maple leaf painted on the side. A closer inspection would find that the cockpit of the plane was plastered with hockey posters. Definitely Canadian.
“Hello, Kini,” Meso said. The plane landed and a side door opened.
“Get in, and hurry. I spotted two cars packed full of armed men heading this way. We may only have five minutes left. Run!” Kini yelled. The three refugees sprinted towards the plane and strapped into the seats. The plane began to take off, and Katrina spotted two cars headed their way. They had gotten away just in time.
“Who is this man?” Korwig asked.
“The only other surviving member of TTV. I’m not surprised you don’t know who he is; he has had minimal contact with Pandemic Panda.”
“Hello,” Korwig said. Kini just gave him a grunt.
“Where do you need us to head?” Kini asked.
“Sacramento, California. I’ve already contacted some of the other members of the Next Gen project, they should be there.”
“Whose picks are they?”
“Eljay’s, Ven’s, and Takuma.” Kini sighed.
“I hope Eljay’s is better than the original. The last thing you people need is another nasally voice.”
“Agreed.”
“What’re the suggested code names?” Kini asked.
“Teejay, Carnage, and Reteka.”
“Dumb names.”
“Yes.”
“Alright, I suggest you guys buckle up. We’re going to be flying pretty fast, and I’d prefer to not have Norwegian brains all over the leather.” Korwig quickly strapped himself up and sat stock still. Kini chuckled. “Loosen up, you stiff. There wasn’t ever a good stiff cast member.” Kini pushed a lever, and quickly the plane accelerated. Meso began to wonder how structurally sound this plane was. In about twenty minutes, they arrived at an airport near Sacramento. “Are you going to need me again?” Kini questioned.
“We can handle. If I need your help again, I’ll call you. Thanks for the lift, you poor sap,” Meso said with a smile.
“Hmph,” Kini said as he started the plane up again. He left in only about five minutes.
“Now where do we need to go?”
“The Political Slime Hotel. The next cast members will be waiting for us there.”
The trio went through the usual motions; rented a car, drove down to the hotel, and checked in. In the lobby, three people sat waiting for them.
“Are you Mesonak?” one of them asked in a high pitched voice.
“I assume you are a friend of Eljay’s?” Meso asked him.
“Of course!”
“I’m surprised. I didn’t know Eljay had friends.”
“And I’m a friend of Ven’s,” a tall, burly man said. He looked down upon the rest of the members.
“And I guess I’m a friend of Takuma’s?” A third asked. He was medium height, average voice, pretty much average everything.
“You have all been chosen to join with me in rebuilding TTV. Here is a dossier explaining your roles.” He handed each of them a piece of paper. The Eljay replacement muttered something about it not being a dossier, while Nexxttrooper whined about how he never got one. Meso urged him to shut up.
“Nice,” Carnage said as he looked through the papers. “On amazon today, I like it.”
“One question; how am I supposed to carry on an RPG if I’ve never played one before?” Reteka asked.
“Study the old videos of Takuma’s RPG. You’ll enjoy them, and maybe if you’re lucky enough then you’ll figure out a thing or two.”
“RECAP REVIEWS!” Eljay’s pick squealed. “YAY!”
“Yes, you’ll be taking up the mantle of reviewer. I am happy to see you are excited Teejay.”
“So...why are you getting TTV back together? Why now?”
“Terrible things are about to happen. Terrible things that I would like to avoid,” Meso said.
“Terrorists,” Nexxttrooper said. The three newbies nodded their head in understanding.
“How are we supposed to fight terrorists? The only notable fighter is probably Shaquille O’Neil over here,” Reteka said.
“I will explain our mehtods later. As for now, I suggest that we get out of here and pick up the next three members. They should be waiting for us in San Francisco.”
“Sir, do you even have enough money to pay for all those plane tickets?” Katrina asked.
“You’d be surprised, Katrina. Pandemic Panda makes quite the profit despite what the stocks might tell you,” Meso said as the group walked outside. TeeJay ran up to Katrina’s side.
“Hey there beautiful,” he said in a quavering voice. Meso let out a low chuckle. “Are your legs sore? ‘Cause you’ve been running through my dreams for a while now.” At that moment, both Carnage and Meso burst out into laughter. Katrina gave him a look that screamed friend zone and he meandered over to the car door. He opened it and helped her into her seat. He had obviously missed the friend zone smile from a few moments earlier. He hurried around the other side of the car, and took the back middle seat next to Katrina. Reteka shuffled in next to him.
“I don’t like being able to see out the front,” he said. “Can Jolly Green over switch me places?”
“No. And don’t call me Jolly Green.”
“Ok,” Reteka said as he tried to adjust himself to look past the hulking mass in front of him. Meso drove them to the airport, and the five all rushed to the next flight to San Francisco.
“You know, we could have just taken a bus,” Katrina said.
“No. Busses are too public. We would have had another incident like the one back in Norway, except with a lot more casualties. Airport security is much more strenuous than anything we’d find on that bus.”
“Perhaps, but you saw what happened in Norway. I don’t know if we’re safe anyway.”
“Yes, Katrina, but we are doing something that means much more than just reviving a podcast. We’re fighting a war. A war that cannot be lost. We must take any necessary risks to prevent an this threat from spreading. The Other has changed, and so has TTV. Once we get to San Francisco, I need to show you something. Something that you’ll have to understand just in case…” Meso said. He stared off into space as the plane began to rise.
“Just in case of what, sir?” Katrina asked. Meso came back to Earth.
“Ah, it won’t happen. I guess I’m just becoming an old paranoid man. Don’t worry, Katrina. Go, mingle with those young men over there. I’d feel terribly guilty if you all didn’t become friends.”
“Alright, sir. But I will remind you once we get there. If the threat is as violent as they seem to be, you have to take the necessary process to do so.”
“Yes, I understand. Now shoo, I need to sleep.”
Katrina got out of her seat and sat next to the rest of the boys, who were all chatting about their new shows and how they were going to handle their new public personas. Teejay couldn’t keep himself from staring into Katrina’s eyes. After a little while, the plane landed and everyone got off. Meso lead them to the next meeting place for the last three recruits. They walked into a nearby cafe, where a man with a flag dyed with the British flag, a woman, and a short man with glasses.
“Lady and gentlemen,” Mesonak said. “We are here.”
“Uncle Meso!” the short man said and the woman said. They ran up to him and nearly knocked him over with a hug. He laughed.
“It’s good to see you two again,” he said. “Everyone, this is Teresa and Michael However, you will be calling them Vel and Tahi, respectively.”
“Hello,” Carnage said. “How do you know them?”
“These are the grandchildren of Var and Kahi, Carn. They are their picks for Next Gen.”
“Well it’s good to meet you,” Katrina said as she held out her hand. They both took it at the same time. “What’s your name?” she asked the man with the flag.
“Reginald,” he said with an accent. Katrina reached out her hand and he took it. He gave her a smile, and she responded the same way. Meso noticed the interaction, and smiled. It seemed that Teejay didn’t notice, or was completely oblivious to what this meant. “So, what are you going to be calling me?” he asked Meso.
“Viper just suggested your real name, if that’s fine with you.”
“Of course it is.”
“Alright everyone, here’s a dossier,” Meso said as he handed the three a piece of paper. They all read through it and nodded their heads in near-unison.
“I think we can all agree when I say that I’m in,” Tahi said. Teresa and Reginald nodded their heads.
“Alright, well you’re going to have to leave now. Some of my informants have reported sightings of the Other closing in all around.”
“What’s the ‘Other’?” Reginald asked.
“A very dangerous threat to society. They are out to get us. You know, for revenge and all.”
“Oh, I understand. Actually, I don’t. But hey, I guess a job’s a job no matter what.” Reginald lead the way out of the door. “Which way do we go?” he asked Meso. He shook his head and showed him the way.
Finally, Meso thought. Finally, we’re back.

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poor Teejay XD

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Here's just a quick bit of villain exposition, if you can even call it that. Yeah, I made @trev44 an actual character so that's good and all. Also, I would like to announce the next project after this: TTV: Origins! Stay tuned for this prequel to Next Gen. Enjoy!
“Let it come,” the man said to Trev. “It was inevitable.”
“Sir, he has finished rejoining the group. I don’t believe we can wait for him to teach them the secret to…”
“Yes, perhaps, but that is a risk that I’m afraid we will have to take to avoid the collapse of the Other.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you, Trev. You have been a loyal right-hand man to the Other. Your compliance will be rewarded, I promise.”
“It is an honor, sir.”
“Thank you, Trev.” The man hung up the phone and laid back in his seat. He was an enormous man, almost six and a half feet tall, 250 pounds. Most of it was pure muscle. He got up out of his chair and ran his hand through his hair. TTV. A pain in our side since the very beginning. I will do what my predecessors could not. They will be eliminated.

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what you did there

I saw it

cool exposition by the way

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Thanks!

Alright, here's another character expo, except for the leader of the team, Meso. I wrote this to be pretty sentimental, so if anyone could give me tips on making it a bit sadder, that would be great. Thanks for reading!
Meso looked around. He was in a room he had never seen before. It was devoid of furniture and any surroundings. It appeared that there were no doors leading out of the room. He began to worry. He pushed one of the walls, and as he looked down he saw that his hands. They were free of wrinkles. He looked at his reflection in the polished floor and notice that he was...he was young. In his prime. What was going on? He sat down on the floor and began to think of a way out of the situation. Then he heard a voice, and a nasally one at that.
“YOUR FACE IS A SKULL!” it screamed from the outside.
“Eljay?” he said.
“MARDI GRAS!” a deep voice bellowed.
“SYNC!” one said.
“What is going on? Where are you guys?” Meso said to the empty room. The room began to shake, and Meso watched in horror as the space around him began to dematerialize into a black nothingness. He screamed as the last tile beneath him disappeared. And then… nothing happened. He was floating in a blank space. He turned around to assess his surroundings, and then he saw them. Ven, Eljay, and Var standing in a line.
“Hello, Meso,” Var said with a smile.
“Var, you’ve been dead for years.” A single tear ran down his face as he ran to him and embraced him. Var wrapped his arms around him with care.
“It’s ok, Meso. Everything is going to turn out fine.”
“But the new recruits, they know nothing about this.”
“And that is why we chose them,” Ven said. “They offer something new to the table: a fresh start. A new beginning. That’s why the project was titled Next Gen. They are meant to be a new face, not a new incarnation.”
“But they’re so inexperienced, and we don’t have much time. The Other has infiltrated Pandemic, we’re the biggest internet based company and have such an important hold on the world. If they could misinform people, just think of the consequences.”
“Yes, Meso. We understood the dangers when we created the program. But everything in TTV’s history has been risky.”
“Now, Meso. You remember the tokens?”
“Yes.”
“And I trust that’s where you’re headed?”
“Correct.”
“Teach them. Train them. We suspect that you only have a few days left before the fight comes to you, and you won’t be able to run much longer. Remember, Meso. Life is but for a few years; friendships last forever.”
“Don’t leave, Var. Please don’t leave,” Meso sobbed. It seemed that the three were phasing out. Soon his hands collapsed into his body, and he jolted awake.
“Wake up. We’re here,” Katrina said.
“Thank you, Katrina. Thank you,” he said as he got up from his seat. He felt his pocket, and drew out of it a piece. A Skakdi skull. Don’t worry, Var. I’ll make you proud. I’ll make all of you so, so proud.

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Here is the next installment of the serial. No cameos, just build-up. Thanks for reading!
So, as they usually did, the group got off of the plane, grabbed a rental car, blah blah blah, general stuff no one cares about. This time, Carnage drove the car to an undisclosed location given by Meso. He simply followed the directions, and Meso knew where they were headed. Soon they pulled up to a large two story cabin in the woods.
“I don’t like this. It’s creepy,” Teejay said as they pulled up into the driveway.
“Suck it up, you weakling,” Reteka said as he exited the vehicle.
“Hey look, a trampoline. I bet it whines as much as you do,” Carn said as he examined to area.
“C’mon guys, am I not aloud to be scared? Just a little?”
“As a matter of fact, no. Bravery does not mean that you aren’t afraid; only that you can push on past your struggles,” Meso mused. The group fell silent. “What? Too wise for you?” He entered the cabin, and Katrina followed close behind. The interior of the room seemed to be a betrayal of the outward appearance of the house. The inside was composed of almost entirely steel, with fluorescent lights shining from above. The roof stretched high above them. The entire room was sparse of any furniture besides a black vault at the end of the room. Meso strolled up to it and put his hand up to it. A scanner ran over his palm and read all of his biological data. The vault made a beep, and the door swung open. Inside where several pieces of...plastic.
“All that suspense, gone to nothing,” Nexttrooper tsked.
“You’d be surprised,” Reginald said as he stepped towards the box. Meso stared deeply into the pieces. “Those are the self MOC’s masks of the original members. These are relics.”
“Powerful relics,” Meso stated as he got up from his crouch. “I trust that you all know who you are replacing. Take the masks.” Each of the members stepped forward and grabbed a mask. Each one of them looked over the intricately detailed masks. “As some of you were probably wondering, this is how we are going to hold our own against the Other. Once I found out that they had turned to lethal means to take out their enemies, I deeply researched magic.” Teejay snickered. “What was that, Teejay?”
“Nothing, it’s just that magic isn’t real.”
“And that’s what the original Eljay said,” Meso responded with a sneer. “Anyways, soon I found out that there were ways to give unusual powers to their bearers.”
“How would we activate these powers?” Carn asked.
“You’re going to have to need the power. You have to really want it. You can’t just use it to get out of trying to push yourself. You have to do your best, and then, and only then, will your powers activate.”
“What are our powers, exactly?” Tahi asked.
“You will find out soon enough,” Meso said.
“Why?” Katrina asked. A loud boom echoed through the forest, followed by the appearance of a dent in the cabin door.
“That,” Meso said as he clutched the skull.

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