He stood in a dark clearing, unsure of how and why he was there. His head hurt; a concussion, maybe? The only thing he could recall was a name: Tim. He didn't even remember if it was his own. Then again, he couldn't remember anything at all.
Large, dark stones loomed over him. There were at least nine of them, but his vision was so blurred that he couldn't be sure. He focused on one until he could see it clearly. It was about thirty feet high and ten wide. It looked old, ancient, even. It was cracked here and there, with some chunks laying at its base. He walked closer, sluggishly but steadily. He paid no attention to how unnaturally stiff his movement felt, intent on inspecting the pillar of stone. Once he was close enough, he noticed something odd: studs. He almost laughed out loud. These pillars were made of LEGO bricks! And unusually large ones at that.
He reached out to touch the LEGO rubble at the base of the pillar but immediately jumped back when he saw is hand. It was yellow, and in the shape of a C. He quickly looked at is legs and torso: all LEGO. He fell to his "knees" out of shock and put out a hand to steady himself, but as soon as it rested on the stone, the ground shook violently and forceful waves shot out from the pillar. He fell on his back, the nonexistent breath knocked out of him. The air around the stone began to glow a greenish-blue, and the clearing echoed with the sound of a hallow voice.
THOSE NOW SHAPELESS ONCE HAD GLORY
BRING THEM TO THEIR FORMER MIGHT
Tim stood up, looked around the clearing, then down at his two plastic yellow hands.
He stood in a dark clearing, unsure of how and why he was there. His head hurt; a concussion, maybe? The only thing he could recall was a name: Tim. He didn't even remember if it was his own. Then again, he couldn't remember anything at all.
Large, dark stones loomed over him. There were at least nine of them, but his vision was so blurred that he couldn't be sure. He focused on one until he could see it clearly. It was about thirty feet high and ten wide. It looked old, ancient, even. It was cracked here and there, with some chunks laying at its base. He walked closer, sluggishly but steadily. He paid no attention to how unnaturally stiff his movement felt, intent on inspecting the pillar of stone. Once he was close enough, he noticed something odd: studs. He almost laughed out loud. These pillars were made of LEGO bricks! And unusually large ones at that.
He reached out to touch the LEGO rubble at the base of the pillar but immediately jumped back when he saw is hand. It was yellow, and in the shape of a C. He quickly looked at is legs and torso: all LEGO. He fell to his "knees" out of shock and put out a hand to steady himself, but as soon as it rested on the stone, the ground shook violently and forceful waves shot out from the pillar. He fell on his back, the nonexistent breath knocked out of him. The air around the stone began to glow a greenish-blue, and the clearing echoed with the sound of a hallow voice.
THOSE NOW SHAPELESS ONCE HAD GLORY
BRING THEM TO THEIR FORMER MIGHT
Tim stood up, looked around the clearing, then down at his two plastic yellow hands.
He stood in a dark clearing, unsure of how and why he was there. His head hurt; a concussion, maybe? The only thing he could recall was a name: Tim. He didn't even remember if it was his own. Then again, he couldn't remember anything at all.
Large, dark stones loomed over him. There were at least nine of them, but his vision was so blurred that he couldn't be sure. He focused on one until he could see it clearly. It was about thirty feet high and ten wide. It looked old, ancient, even. It was cracked here and there, with some chunks laying at its base. He walked closer, sluggishly but steadily. He paid no attention to how unnaturally stiff his movement felt, intent on inspecting the pillar of stone. Once he was close enough, he noticed something odd: studs. He almost laughed out loud. These pillars were made of LEGO bricks! And unusually large ones at that.
He reached out to touch the LEGO rubble at the base of the pillar but immediately jumped back when he saw is hand. It was yellow, and in the shape of a C. He quickly looked at is legs and torso: all LEGO. He fell to his "knees" out of shock and put out a hand to steady himself, but as soon as it rested on the stone, the ground shook violently and forceful waves shot out from the pillar. He fell on his back, the nonexistent breath knocked out of him. The air around the stone began to glow a greenish-blue, and the clearing echoed with the sound of a hallow voice.
THOSE NOW SHAPELESS ONCE HAD GLORY
BRING THEM TO THEIR FORMER MIGHT
Tim stood up, looked around the clearing, then down at his two plastic yellow hands.
"What the brick?"
Noice! CON't wait for moar!
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Now not just a name, but this bricking countdown as well. Having something else besides a lone name floating around his head would've been a breath of fresh air to anyone else, but Tim was downright ticked off. He couldn't exactly explain it if you asked him, but the countdown wasn't a thought of his own. It was if the numbers were actively counting down in his mind, a countdown started by some ethereal being. Maybe the same being that that disembodied voice belonged to, he mused.
6 days, 18 hours, and 17 minutes.
Brick. Maybe Tim was supposed do something productive with this limited amount of time. What did the voice say again? Just as Tim finished this thought, the hollow voice echoed through the clearing just as it did before:
THOSE NOW SHAPELESS ONCE HAD GLORY BRING THEM TO THEIR FORMER MIGHT
Ah yes. "Thanks." The words tasted plastic-y in his tiny, printed mouth.
But what the brick does that mean? As if in answer, a trail of transparent blue studs appeared, leading off between the two largest pillars. This was going to be a very strange 6 and a half days.
Now not just a name, but this bricking countdown as well. Having something else besides a lone name floating around his head would've been a breath of fresh air to anyone else, but Tim was downright ticked off. He couldn't exactly explain it if you asked him, but the countdown wasn't a thought of his own. It was if the numbers were actively counting down in his mind, a countdown started by some ethereal being. Maybe the same being that that disembodied voice belonged to, he mused.
6 days, 18 hours, and 17 minutes.
Brick. Maybe Tim was supposed do something productive with this limited amount of time. What did the voice say again? Just as Tim finished this thought, the hollow voice echoed through the clearing just as it did before:
THOSE NOW SHAPELESS ONCE HAD GLORY BRING THEM TO THEIR FORMER MIGHT
Ah yes. "Thanks." The words tasted plastic-y in his tiny, printed mouth.
But what the brick does that mean? As if in answer, a trail of transparent blue studs appeared, leading off between the two largest pillars. This was going to be a very strange 6 and a half days.
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Yey!! : D