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	<title><![CDATA[WW2 Military Minifigure The Corruption from Beyond]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[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.<br /><br />: Not memory! Not us! External virus!<br /><br />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 the spaceman's targeting computer. They were fighting a data corruption, a literal anti-brick.<br /><br />I realized the glitch was drawn to the concept of conflict itself. My diorama was a focal point. Grabbing a USB cable, I jabbed the male end into the heart of the glitch-a brute-force data transfer. My laptop screen flooded with screaming error messages.<br /><br />But it worked. The glitch recoiled, funneled into the cable and trapped in a quarantined folder on my hard drive: CORRUPTION_1945.zip.<br /><br />The fissure sealed. The reactor hummed cleanly. On the monitor, a single, merged line of text appeared from both commanders: : The battle is changed. The enemy is not each other. The enemy is oblivion. Prepare for new protocols.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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