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Carrybo, the friend of misfortune. (Contest entry)
Rules for Round 1 Build a small robot that survived the harsh atomic fire of nuclear warfare. The robot can have what ever occupation you want it to have. Round 1 requirments: Keep it small around 4in. Must be a robot(duh). Backstory.
About this creation

Theme song: Where is my mind by Pixies.


There was once a Matoran inventor, he wore a pure black Hau. he liked to make many things, from house hold uses to contraptions to boats that crossed the seas. He didn't like being out side very much, but he did go for walks around his secure hut to keep his gears in good shape. He was an outcast, antisocial, labeled a freak by others. He was a lonely Matoran, he had a very slim amount of friends, maybe one or two, even that's over exaggerating. He enjoyed watching the others running along and playing with one and another when he wasn't making anything.

He tried making a robotic friend to love. First he made a beautiful robot out of gold and silver. It was one of his better creations. He loved the robot, but the robot didn't care for him too much. The Robot took how unloved and worthless his creator was and how beautiful he, the robot was, and abandoned his creator. The creator was heart struck but it wasn't the first time he was abandoned.

He tried again at making a friend. This time he made a robot with wings like a bird to travel with. It was huge, but that was okay for him, more robot to love. He test ran the winged robot to see if it could fly, he took him to the highest cliff, and let the bird soar. It struggled. The bird flapped it's wings as hard as it could. The creator watched the bird frail in fear. Gravity bung the bird to the ground. but then, his wings went flat like a board, and it soar back into the air. The inventor cheered and called it back. The bird turned back, flapping it's wings slowly, but then, his right wing fell off. The bird plumbed his way to the creator. The inventor ducked and his bird flew over him. His bird crashed into the ocean.

The Inventor was even more sad than that time when his first robot abandoned him.
The creator was nearly out of parts to build with, but he wanted one more try. He took apart a lot of his creations to make his new friend. He gave him a lot of personality for having so little parts to work with. Days passed, as with the nights that followed. Days turned into weeks, Weeks turned in to months. He was busy,very busy working on the little robot, then he stopped. Stepped backed and said;

"He's done." He was small and tubby. His dull, unlit eye was a shade of dark green. He had two stubby arms and three stubby legs. "Awake," The Creator ordered. Nothing happened. His robot was a dud. His friend was stillborn, forged but never awake. He placed his hand his friend that he never knew's dull green heartlight.
"Please wake up?" He asked with a sob. Without hope, he turned away. The sound of gears turning brought back hope. He looked back, only to see his contraption in works. His little non-existent heart sank. He turned around again, this time to see his little brown and black tri-legged friend sitting and playing with a few of his creator's other inventions. The humble inventor screamed in glee, frighting his robotic friend.
"No! No! Please don't leave me, not you too..." The brown robot stopped and turned around and looked at his creator. His creator's head was hung downwards. The robot approached him with caution. The creator looked up slowly. The robot spoke in a shy voice;

Part two at the end.
(Inb4 Tl;dr)

Isn't he so cute? Don't forget he's deadly though!

Right, That's an energy sword if you were wondering...



Carrybo: "Where is my mind"? More like: "Where is my hands?"

Just standing pretty.

His rocket launcher can fold.

Size comparison with my hand.

Carrybo; "Put me down, Human!

Standing next to the judge, Banjax.

He got a new mask and head design (Banjax's famous lightsaber eyes)

Jaivonn got a new one too!

He's pretty much just 4 inches with his rocket launcher

Look at how fearsome this bad ash maple syrup'r is, (That dialog was all mine, boom) I don't want to get in his way in combat

I noticed how most of Banjax makes backgrounds for most of his Apoc-o-mocs, so I tried it too. As you can see,

I failed.

Part two:

(You know what it is, what it does to a mortal being, but click it anyways. Also, when you see a blue word, click on that, open it onto another tab and keep reading)

The Creator and Carrybo are now the greatest of friends. Carrybo encouraged the creator to get out more often and he met new friends while he was at it, Carrybo attracted many Ga-matoran, they thought he was very cute for his size. Carrybo and The Creator did many wonderful things together.

But one Rainy day, a group of Toa came to their village and one of them tried to take the Inventor,
"Wait, what's going on?" The Inventor asked.
"The Makuta have declared nuclear war upon our people, we don't have much time." As he grabs the creator by the hand and leads him out, but the creator resisted, shouting;
"Carrybo! No! Let me get Carrybo!" He begged as he extends his arms for his beloved friend.
"There's no room, on the ship for pets." The Toa said.
"He's not a pet! He's my friend!" The creator pleaded.
"There's still no room, Young matoran, I'm sorry!" The Toa said with feelings for the poor matoran, cause he knew who he was, his story also.
The inventor stopped resisting, and asked;
"Can I atleast say goodbye?" The Toa without words let the humble matoran say his goodbyes.

He sat down next to Carrybo, who is clueless.
"Hey buddy," Inventor said trying not to cry, "We don't have much time left, but I wanted you to know that I love you, you're my reason to wake up each day, I don't want you to be worried about me, cause I'm going to be okay."
"Why? Where are we going?" Carrybo asked.
"I have to go in a big ship." The creator asked.
"Can I come along?" Carrybo asked. The creator looked up at the Toa and the Toa slightly shook his head No.
"I'm afraid not," The Creator said, coking back on his pain to say goodbye. "I know you don't have feeling and can't show emotion, but I feel like you were the only thing that ever loved me back." He took off his hau and placed it on Carrybo's head, he places a breathing apparatus on his own face and sighs "Goodbye, Carrybo." Carrybo replies back;
"Goodbye, friend"

The Toa took a hold of the creator's hand as they walked into the light, towards the ship.

We don't know what The creator's name was, what he looked like, what he sounded like, but after all of this pain, death and nuclear warfare, Carrybo still remembers. And he's not going to give up looking for his one and only friend.

The end


He was a really fun build, he started out as a transforming turtle, but that didn't work out too well. I put more work in the story than in him. Credit goes to Michael Eerdekens for the name.
Here's a link the the Contest.


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  November 6, 2012
Man great story! I may what do some fan fiction and try to create the inventor. If that's okay.
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  November 3, 2012
Very cool whittle guy :)
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  November 1, 2012
This is amazing!!! Good luck in contest!!!
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  October 31, 2012
Nice music choice and nice moc!
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  October 29, 2012
Cute. Does this mean you're not competing in the BIONICLE Super hero Challenge? =)
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