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We would listen to the sport on the radio, he would have a beer I'd have chocolate and Frenchie a biscuit. How I was I could finish that game of scrabble.
A Symphony of Construction 2023 build. Visit the website to admire the other builds and musical pieces. Definitely worth a visit!
Niuq 46X ... this remote jungle planet once hosted a superior civilisation. All that now remains as a testament to former greatness are these overgrown structures scattered across the planet's surface.
I really enjoyed creating my clock build the other day So I thought I'd create another one, but this time bigger and brighter.
This model started with building a tree, and although I had to use plates due to lack of leaves parts, I think it turned out well. And there's also a frog :)
Time to throw last years model away and purchase this years slightly different version Choose from three different battery sizes for only $$$$ more.
I am the voice that leaks
through cracks in the sky
you do not remember sealing.
I do not predict the future.
I recall it.
The golden city ruins of Kadena were renowned for their loot and riches. Many thieves tried their luck, but only a handful escaped the clutches of the city's guardians.
Are you sure this is safe?
Don't be a wuss! This species is well known to leave their young unattended. Come on, help me grab one ... this is going to make us a fortune at the market!
With little to no natural light keeping greenhouses on Exobudria 9 seemed impossible. But thanks to a clever symbiosis with the indigenous insects, the light and warmth of their hives proved to be exactly what the plants needed.
Hey there!
Some of you have have followed the progress of this build, for others it will be the first time they see it, but here's my citadel of sweet dreams.
Thanks everyone for the feedback and fun during this build!
It's my 2nd entry into this years Summer Joust, for the high fantasy category.
Enjoy!
Once upon a time there was a young wizard. He was very adept at magic and sought to extend his skills. He traveled to the wizard university and convinced the headmasters to permit him entry, despite his young age. He had a thirst for knowledge and was a quick learner. He surprised his teachers with his quick progress and not before long he was the most powerful wizard alive.
Still it was not enough for our young mage as he yearned power more than anything else. And so he left the university and traveled the globe in search of it. He visited far away lands where he learned the ways of shamans and sorcerers, but still he wanted more power. And then, hidden in a cave, he found a mysterious lamp. He knew the stories of old and so he rubbed it thrice and a genie appeared granting him three wishes.
For his first wish he asked the genie for power, but the genie responded: oh wise mage, why would you want more power, you are already the most powerful human alive. The wizard thought for a moment and then agreed with the genie. True I am very powerful, but I have no place to live and the genie granted his wish. He raised a magnificent palace with towers reaching the sky.
For his second wish he asked the genie for power, but the genie responded: oh wise mage, why would you want more power, you are already the most powerful human alive. The wizard thought for a moment and then agreed with the genie. True I am very powerful, yet I am not known across the globe, I want to be famous. And the genie granted his wish. People from far and away came to his palace to visit and honour the mage.
For his third wish he asked the genie for power, but the genie responded: oh wise mage, why would you want more power, you are already the most powerful human alive. The wizard thought for a moment and then agreed with the genie. True I am very powerful, for a human, but I want to be as powerful as you. And with a wide grin the genie granted his wish. He switched places with the wizard, trapping the power hungry mage in the lamp, where he remains to this day.
Deep within the tangled heart of an ancient jungle lies the forgotten civilization of Xethral, a people whose cities shimmered with crystal towers that drew energy from a mysterious light power source.
Legends tell that Xethral’s scholars learned to channel this energy to sustain their cities, illuminate the night, and power machines far beyond modern understanding.
When the stars aligned against them, a great silence fell, an entire culture swallowed by vines and mist.
Now, only their depleted power sources and crumbling crystal towers remain, silent witnesses to a brilliance long erased from history.
I just can't stop creating little scenes, with my custom Elton John minifigure I got from www.minifigures.com/minifigures/
The pillars rose like fossilized giants, their surfaces veined with alien resin and layered with clustered nests. Insect-like beings clung to the stone at impossible angles, their segmented bodies still and watchful, limbs folded tight as if carved from shadow.
Below them, masses of eggs filled the hollows between pillars, packed together in living constellations that shimmered with faint, organic light. None of the creatures moved, yet the entire place felt awake, as though the pillars themselves had grown eyes and were patiently guarding something that had not yet learned how to breathe.
The final, seventh round of the local building competition for creative use of certain parts. This time the seed part were mixel joints.
This typewriter has only 20 buttons. It's not critical, is it?
Have you seen Bob?
No, probably wandered off again.
Hey guys, I found us some transportation. This alien wasteland is not going to explore itself.
This build has been on going for a month or so now, it was going to be a dark creepy tower. But as my mood lifted and as an antidote to the dark wet winter evenings it's morphed into a a bright colourful creation .
The peaceful people of the Otawa have never been much involved with regional politics. But when their small town proves a strategic location for a group of bandit's new hideout, a massacre commences...
The Blade of the Horizon, the only ship ever to survive and win the dreaded Nebula Reaver Run, lay half-submerged in a silent swamp, its radiant hull dulled to a bruised, battered sheen.
Thick fog curled around its fins like ghosts mourning a fallen champion, muffling the hiss of cooling metal and the distant croak of unseen creatures.
In its prime, the ship had carved through asteroid storms and enemy fire with effortless grace, cheered by worlds that believed it invincible.
Now, tangled in vines and sinking inch by inch into the murky depths, it seemed to exhale its former glory into the mist, as if the swamp itself had claimed the last breath of a legend.