Meet Clutch Powers, the best builder and explorer in the LEGO universe as he heads off on his most dangerous mission yet. Join Clutch and his team of experts as their adventure leads them from City to the Space Police prison planet to the medieval world of Ashlar where they must help the rightful heir to the King's throne find the courage to regain the kingdom from the evil wizard Malign.Written by
Masood Meery, Mashhad, IRAN
My mother died today, or maybe it was yesterday. The telegram that came today said "YOUR MOTHER HAS PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY". My mother lives quite far from the city so it is more than possible that the retirement home sent it yesterday and it only arrived today, but it does not matter. I am heading to the home this evening, and I will spend a night by the body as is customary. If I take the 2 o' clock bus I should be there before dinner time. I was able to get some time off from work, however it was very clear that my boss was annoyed at my having to leave. I told him"It's not my fault you know." I know now that this was stupid. It was his responsibility to express his sympathy and whatnot.
I took the 2 o'clock bus. It was a uniquely hot afternoon. It doesn't often get that hot in Lego City and everyone was clearly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the heat, or the smell of the rubber, but I found it increasingly difficult to stay awake, so I rested my eyes and slept. When I awoke I found that my head was resting on the arm of a large man dressed like a pirate. He looked at me and smiled. "Have you seen me lucky socks?" I had not and told him that.
The retirement home was a little over a mile from the nearest bus stop. I went there on foot. When I arrived I asked to see my mother at once, but the receptionist seemed distracted. "Oh my God look, it's Clutch Powers!" I didn't know who that was, but turned anyway just to see what was so interesting. "Whoa, rock monsters!" this made no sense to me as I had not noticed anything that could be described as a rock monster. I turned to the receptionist to ask him if he had seen any rock monsters, but to my surprise the 5' 6" receptionist was now a clump of stones and green light. I jumped back out of reflex. Then I thought to myself what difference does it make? If I stand here the result is ultimately the same, the receptionist is a rock monster. I felt the smooth but of Raymond's pistol in my jacket pocket.
I stood there in the sun, it's heat burned my cheeks. I felt little droplets of sweat creeping down my back. The little monster drew toward me and raised it's arms above it's head. The sunlight bounced off them like blades digging into my eyes. I became aware of the blinding red that fogged my vision. I felt my grip tighten around the gun, and the trigger gave. The hard steel of the revolver jogged my palm. The whip crack of the gun broke the silence of the home. I knew I had broken the balance of the day. I fired four more shots into the inert pile of stones, all of which pinged off with no visible impact.Each shot was a reminder of my failure.
I stood there in silence for sometime, until I became aware of the eyes digging into my back."Why does it have to be rockmonsters?" I didn't know how to answer that question, so I remained silent. "I just wanted one of your power crystals." He turned around quickly, leaving me in my silence.
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