The other night, I dreamed I was playing a prototype of the newest of the Lego video games. Move over, Star Wars Lego, Lord of the Rings Lego, Lego Batman. I was playing the hottest, coolest, most awesome one yet: the Lego version of the classic first person shooter Doom.
Of course, it was recognizably Doom. There were all the weapons,from the lowly knife to the infamous BFG. There were imps, spectres, cacodemons, and worse. There was the creepy lighting and twitch-inducing soundtrack. There were tricks, traps, hidden rooms, and pits...the whole works.
It was, however, also recognizably the Lego version...so the demons were all a bit comical, and when you got hit, yes, you would get bloody--you would probably even lose limbs...but reassembly was never that big of a deal. Get your hand blown off? Just pop it back on.
It was, to be sure, an awesome video game. And as much as I would love to play it in real life, I have ultimately decided I want more.
Screw the game. I want a Lego life.
I want the ability to rebuild. I want to know that, if I so desire, I can rebuild myself. Yeah, I've gained weight....just reach into that box and hand me the teenage torso and metabolism, please. Crave adventure? Just tear apart this police station and build a space ship. Outgrow your hosue? Expansion is as easy as stack and click.
Mostly, though, it would be nice to actually have some control over your own existence. Lego is, in the end, about pure creativity. No outside forces. No social constraints. No mysterious powers which have you eternally at their whim.
It would be a wonderful life...with only some assembly required.
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