Blockland is changed. I feel it in the bricks. I feel it in the baseplate. I smell it in the emitters. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Heads. Three were given to the Admins, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Trolls, great miners and craftsmen of the forums. And nine, nine heads were gifted to the race of thirteen year old boys, who above all else desire power. For within these heads was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another head was made. In the land of Blockland, in the fires of Nymethus' server, the Dark Lord Nymethus forged in secret a master head, to control all others. And into this head he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Head to rule them all.
A fast, sharp head of sever dynamics.
Tumbling wonderful crafted pupils.
Trendy fine financed war teeth.
Sharp intense edges. Beware.
The lair of workability, the home of thousand years old truffle.
The greatest space one can ever imagine. Tremendously vertical walls with a fine brushed floor of taming.
Party hard.
"Motive Head" puts together a pack simple, the detail
is reasonable, the shape is novel, helps to educate to begin
to move the brain ability, expanding the visual field, not the is high school students friend the best to choose.
