Ku, god of war, one of the four great gods of Polynesian mythology, demanded human sacrifice. To worship and appease his unruly nature, men built the tiki statues of Rarotonga. Each statue marked sacred ground and as giant guardians of Ku. For years, the family of Rarotonga statues became a party of Polynesian culture and sleepily sat rigid and lifeless among the forests. One day, a young statue named Bane, decided the family business of becoming war statues for Ku couldn’t possibly be what he was made for. Out of this rebellious thought, he determinedly he sprang to life. He decided to use his newfound legs to walk the earth and find out the meaning of why he was created. His family was shocked and enraged at this rebellious sacrilegious act. However, they sat in silence and continued to guard the sacred grounds. After hundreds of years of travel, Bane eventually set foot in the United States and submerged himself in their vibrant culture. He ditched his name, and only would respond to “Tiki B”. Although keeping his leafy attire, he hired a carpenter to drill out gauges into his tiki-lobes. He found an instant love for Juuling and IPAS, and decided to adapt the slogans and popular sayings of the young humans around him. “LIT” and “Fire” became his favorite, as he related to those the most. He was determined to learn new things, such as their facials expressions of apathetic despondency. Tiki B next plans on figuring out how to ignore his surroundings and stare at his wooden hands, although he still hasn’t figured out the point of that yet.