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Thursday, 1 March 2012

Adventures in Minifigues - Part 1. The Royal Guard of Epsilon

The church bells creaked as the howling wind ripped through every damp alley way and the great gate towers at the entrance to the city moaned of old age and uncontrollable torture. The crumbling stone shivered as the biting north winds dug into it like knives and daggers. 

A figure in a blood red jacket and immaculate trousers stood at the entrance to the desolate city, next to a rotting wooden sign which read 'Epsilon.' He seemed oblivious to the awful winds that affected even the most strong and robust of buildings. Occasionally the bearskin fur on his tall Busby, but that was the only sign of life that was shown. He was still as stone.

But in his mind there was quite a chaos of thoughts. He was sick and tired of being stood there. The trouble was, he didn't know if he could move. He felt encased in concrete, like a stature on it's plinth, there for eternity. He often played imaginary chess with himself, or had a game of football. He played for the Royal Guards, while the other teams was the Beefeater. Despite the Royal Guards always winning, the Beefeaters had the most fans by a long way, and this frustrated him. Oh well, he knew he couldn't let imaginary football anger get to him, so he went to imaginary school. However, he just didn't fit in. He knew all the stuff that was being taught, and there was a lot of gaps in the stuff that he learnt there. He decided to leave at lunch time and went home to watch imaginary television. They only showed one program over and over again, on every channel, which he got bored of after a while and just stood there, lost in the deserted and ruined city which he was appointed to guard.

All the Royal Guard wanted was some company. Some living breathing flesh to take photos of him and point at him like they used to before he was relocated. I suppose he would just have live with what he had, so he flicked back to an imaginary game of tennis. It was pretty rubbish actually. His opponent couldn't even hit the ball back...



That's it until next time! Don't forget to come back for the next chapter of The Adventures in Minfigures!

1 comment:

  1. Awww, why dont you take English Language? Lovely story and some great echniques used :P

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