The peace shattered with a static shriek. A new, jagged fissure tore open not in the Gate, but in the ceiling of my Soviet Reichstag build. From it oozed a viscous, non-physical glitch—a scrambling pixelated horror that didn't belong to any set. Where it touched, bricks didn't break; they un-formed, their color and identity dissolving into grey static.
: Not memory! Not us! External virus!
The glitch sought the reactor core. My minifigures, former enemies, formed a united front. German panzerfausts fired beams of coherent light, Soviet rifles spat packets of raw code, all directed by th
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