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Now that G2 has unfortunately and prematurely been axed, Star Wars is the only line holding the constraction torch that we know of. I don't remember the exact source, but it has been said in the toxic and pungent thread related to that piece of news that Lego is still committed to CCBS and constraction. But what does this mean? Will constraction be a Star Wars only thing with significantly more sets? Will it be Star Wars only with the same amount or fewer sets due to a seemingly lessened interest in constraction? Will an existing licensed theme get CCBS sets? Will an existing original theme get CCBS sets? Do you think Lego will kick off an all-new original or licensed, constraction-only line? Could CCBS be axed as well in favor of a new constraction system? Will Hero Factory come back? (joking...) As I see it, the seeming lack of popularity of Bionicle will lure Lego into tacking constraction onto an existing line that is popular enough to make the sets sell simply because of the theme's logo on the box. This could be either very good or very bad, meaning that CCBS Nexo Knights would be very good and CCBS Ninjago would be very bad. Horribad. Abominable. I'm hoping they don't cut back on constraction, since it's the only thing Lego I care about and I refuse to buy Star Wars sets on principle alone. I guess the chances of an all-new original theme dedicated to constraction are slim, but I'd love to see a hard sci-fi space opera setting for some space-themed CCBS sets. Like Mass Effect, but child-friendly. Or, you know, Lego Mass Effect. I'd love that. Anyway, what do you think? What will the future of CCBS, or constraction as a whole be?
I recently bought a new computer. When I started to install Steam again, I caught a glimpse of something amazing. TF2 was installing, at 2% per second. Now that is just amazing because before it would take like 3 days to fully install. After my amazing experience, I sat down to play with my cat. Just one problem though, I couldn't find him. "Black Mamba? Where the heck are you?!" (Yes, I have a cat named Black Mamba. Haven't you ever seen Kill-Bill?) I couldn't find him anywhere. Remember, when you're a magic prism, sometimes it can be difficult to get around. Anyways, I decided to just sit down and wait for him to come out while I watched Netflix because The Legend Korra doesn't start until 8. Once I had become fully immersed into the world of Eureka, I noticed something around the corner of my eye. Next to my TV, I keep a couple of bookshelves for my books n' stuff. With all of the books in the top shelf, there is about 2 inches of space before it hits the top. That's where he was. Have you ever seen the movie Alien (1979) when its disguised into the circuits and stuff on the narcissus? That's exactly what it was like. I don't know how in the world he managed to get up there. The best part is that he couldn't come back down
Equality Worlds have been broken, shattered, slainA million million scream in painThe stars in their courses wail and weepTo see the shadows drive the lightTo the abyss of endless nightTwo Guardians watch in sorrow deep - - - It began amid the wreck and ruin of another world. Bara Magna had crumbled; it's people ran scattered, divided, leaderless. The once lush planet had become a desert of grey dust. It was, even to Laramd's eyes, a sight of utter hopelessness; a monument to his latest catastrophe. "Again." said the being who walked at his side. "Again, we fail. We gave them everything, and it is not enough. This world falls like the last." Laramd sighed, jabbing his ebony curved spear into the sand. "Is it worth it, brother? Will they not always turn on us? Rahi, Matoran and Agori alike all seek to destroy the beauty that we give them. A perfect world may never be made." His companion stroked his golden chin in deep thought. "It may be so, brother." "It must be so," Laramd corrected, his usual joy replaced by deep gloom. "As long as our work is tainted by Exiver, the bright morning is always extinguished. All our work turned to despair and ruin." "That is so." the gold being answered. "And such being the case, how can we prevent Exiver's shadows?" Laramd's dark violet armor gleamed in the sun as he laughed. "Prevent Exiver? You would have better luck at passing yourself off as an Agori, my friend." "Ever have we striven to contain the power we give to the worlds we make." his companion mused, more to himself than to Laramd. "Fearing that the masses would slaughter each other and descend into chaos, we have reserved power to a few elite. Being made rulers of the world, charged with keeping the peace, have they not always turned their backs on us, and rejected our teaching?" "What are you suggesting, Orlathir?" Orlathir's gold torso swelled as he took a deep breath. "We will make a new world. A world where the power is not given to a few, but to all. Each being an equal of the other, none will have the right to set himself above others, or indeed have the ability to do this. A world of beings thus made equal may succeed where oligarchies of the past have failed." Laramd considered his brother's words carefully. As two of the three Great Beings, it behoved them to think long and hard before beginning another failure, like this planet. "And if this place where to be made, with all beings having equal power, should not they have judges to guard them from war?" Orlathir nodded slowly. "But the judges, they must be made without the power to harm the people. Else we shall see what we saw with Mata Nui and Makuta once more." The violet being pulled his spear out of the sand. "Then let us away from this dreadful place, brother, before Exiver learns of this plan." As the two glided swiftly upwards through the atmosphere, Laramd added, "What shall we call this new race that is to have such equality?" "Kilnii." Orlathir answered deliberately. "And their judges will be called Ara." - - - Equality's promises would not lastThe two would not learn from their darkened pastA new world of pain and grief would they makeA place wrung by war and ruled by greedWould never give help to those in needOf one land to heal the endless ache - - - "But you don't really believe that, do you, grandma?" asked a young Kilnii, staring into the fireplace as the age-old tale ended. "You don't think there's no hope." The tender old eyes watered. "No, of course not, Shya. There is always hope. We just can't look to the Ara or other Kilnii for it. We make our own hope, little one." Contented by her grandmother's lie, Shya leaned against the side of her chair and her eyes slowly closed.