There comes a time when every boy has to go out into the wilderness and make a name for himself. Absent woods and a genuine desire to hunt; I'll see if I can manufacture a rite of passage in my living room.
My LEGO Brickmaster subscription has ended. I am no longer a Brickmaster in their eyes. And so I will have to build without the comfort of a purchased title. The final set arrived in the mail yesterday, a miniaturized red tow truck that is four studs wide. It's a gimme, the kind that inspires confidence in even the most junior builders.
And so from here on out; it's time to build without a net. Worst case scenario: I'll just fire up Vision Quest on Netflix.