The night slowly drifts in through the window, quiet chatter begins to rise from the box beneath my bed. The soothing sounds of agalloch take me into my sleep, whilst below... something stirs. Not unlike that painful feeling after the all-too-rich Easter meal, but not wholly like it either. Something dark, something sinister, something that has had enough of all the star-wars lego.
Slowly and quietly, between a clump of blue tac and a large block of green lego, one stormtrooper turns and motions a hand signal to another, the other, wedged firmly into a small cup, motions back in strong agreement... "we're fucked!"
The ninja strikes fast, and from the shadows. Its all a blur and unit741 remembers his family and small piece of land back home, as his head rolls away from his limp body...
"jesus we are fucked" was the last thing he heard from unit something or other. And a man in black pyjamas.
And a golden sword. Looked like a sword from the indiana jones lego set...
He is on a mission. to find the answers. to life. and who made him. and why.
Be afraid of the darkness in the toy box
