My name's Leo. I'm a Lego WWII historian. Last night, while assembling a '45 Berlin diorama in my basement, a power surge hit. The flash wasn't just in the room—it was inside the bricks. My Soviet assault troopers, frozen mid-charge, flickered. Then, the tiny, printed face of a German defender turned its head. It looked at me.
"Zeitfehler," it crackled, a sound like plastic rubbing. "Time error."
Before I could react, a Minifigure T-34 tank swiveled its turret, not toward the Reichstag, but toward my desk lamp. Its main gun emitted a low hum. A beam of solid light lanced out, fusing my
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