Welcome to Ta-Wahi!
Population: 100 and falling.
Agni sighed as he marched past the sign. The village was in decline since the uprising of a group of traitors, murdering randomly in the night. It was all the guard could do to keep on watch and comfort the platonic partners of the slain because love and romance don't exist in this universe anymore apparently.
Moving past the small chunk of Meta that had suddenly sprung into existence, Agni made it twelve steps before four matoran lept out of some conveniently placed bushes and stabbed him to death with rusty spo-I mean, spoon-like implements because matoran don't actually need to eat either, so why would they have spoons?
Screw the meta jokes, let's just get into the rules.