Hehehe~

But AskMutran has kinda gone dead because of real life obligations and the fact I can't spend a lot of time anymore drawing quick cartoons, that, in the long run, don't really help me put food in my mouth or help me pay off a Convention ticket...

He's not like an RP blog I can make text posts for.

I can still be found at neonalbatross, however. If you want to follow my adventures in all their glory.

Again, I appreciate your enthusiasm. And maybe in the future I'll recontinue this venture.

Does the mod have a deviantart or mod tumblr?

Tropico takes delight in taking out others from a distance, I prefer hunting down my targets and burning them.

As for Chirox, he has taken to adjusting to touch and following memorized patterns.

Secondly, I'll be putting up a new page for FAQ (frequently asked questions) because some of you are asking repeat questions, and Mutran doesn't have enough lung compacity to keep repeating himself.

Oh. and I might be changing the layout, too, who knows. right now I'm just focused on getting my life back into order.

How did you survive?

Mutran let out a light grunt, settling into his chair "How many times must I repeat myself?" he set aside a datapad, staring with some boredom at the computer terminal.

"I survived the energy storm because my body is hollow, lightning went in, and my antidermis channeled it enough to leave out through an eye."

He ponders what else they would be inquiring about.

What are Friday nights like for you and yours?

"On the day of frost, I stand guard while the other makuta either rest and rejuvinate or conduct experiments." He glanced away briefly over at his latest experiment broiling and bubbling while the fire under it simmers the concoction inside the vial, watching Chirox, with the help of the little matoran acting as his eyes, adjust to temperature as needed.

Greetings Mutran, Don't ask who I am, but all you need to know is that I'm a Makuta like you. I want you to join us for a... special mission. Not long ago, a spy of ours told us of a blue "tank carrier" that is said to carry an endless wave of robots coming to us. Their mission is to carry a bomb that not only it'll destroy us, but also the Toa as well. Our leader has fallen. We're no match for them. We were forced to side with the Toas to stop this. So I ask you Are you ready to fight robots?

"Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I am looking out for my own people here. and I assure you I have had far enough of this hogwash and slanderous brigade of combat." Mutran growled, his ire potent today, he prinched at the bridge of his nasal ridge, glancing at Tropico who looks at him with a slight expectance in her bright green eyes.

Y U NO ANSWER MY QUESTION?!

"Because, little greyface, I am a scientist, not a mindless fleshy human who has more hours than the great beings gave matoran to idly dawdle away on a terminal all day. I actually have science to do, research to be done. Rahi to contain, and simply might just not have the time to Entertain you." The scientist sighed, reclining in his seat.

*hugs him really really tight* SOO ADORABLE!!!!!

"GH-HACK!!!" he squawked, staggering under the greyface's vicehold.

*poke* *poke* *poke* im bored.... can you play with me..? *poke* *poke* *poke*

*a five year old girl sees you* hello mr. ... *offers you an orange*

Mutran examined the offered fruit, but nodded in approval taking it.

hey bionicle boy. what's up?

Mutran looked up from his research on the properties of a new rahi he's recently constructed.