Ah, don’t you wish your collection was 1/10th as cool as my Megabloks?
Weeks passed. All was calm in Blokadia. A sense of normalcy had returned to King William Blokheart’s tyranny. Beheadings resumed. Wanton violence was again the norm. A sense of relief pervaded the table top empire. Ol’ Megabloky still had his mojo, even after nearly being emasculated by the escape of that rapscallion Franz von Asshole and his rag tag band of merry thieves, or whatever the heck they called themselves. Rumors crept in from the edges of the table, something about the lego tribes being rallied, or maybe it was a sale at Macy’s. No mind. There was ostrich to be eaten, and dancing girls to ogle.
Yes, King Blokheart “had a thingâ€
