A
couple of weeks ago I was visited by my nephew, Stellan. At the age
of three he is already a competent and inventive gunsmith. Over the
course of his stay he produced an impressive arsenal of Lego firearms
that challenged my many deeply-held notions of what a gun can be.
While
some of Stellan's creations have been lost to the ages, broken up on
the unforgiving jagged tides of the big box where we keep all the
Lego, a few examples of his work do still survive.
Below
I examine this extraordinary cache of weaponry, made by a young man
who knows in his heart that the most efficient method of inflicting
injury with Lego is to leave individual bricks scattered where they
will be trodden on by bare feet, but whose aesthetic sense
intuitively reaches towards something more beautiful and refined.
The
bulk of this piece and the absence of a handgrip leads me to
speculate that it may be a shotgun of some sort, with an external
magazine incorporated into the 6-studded white brick that rests atop
the barrel.
It is possible that that slender blue tile could be
repositioned so that it protrudes from the rear of the long red brick
to create a shoulder stock. One wonders whether this delicate
plastic slate, attached to the body of the weapon by only one or two
pairs of studs would withstand the recoil associated with a shotgun, without detaching and potentially injuring the shooter.
(2)
“You've got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do
ya, punk?”
A
bold fusion of the brash and the elegant, this high-calibre handgun
would have blended seamlessly into the shop-soiled Big Apple of
Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry films.
A flimsy handgrip may lead to
difficulties holding the weapon steady during firing.
The 1970s car
headlamps and radiator grill bulking out the butt of the gun, while
of little practical purpose, provide a retro flourish – a nod of
the head to the violent cop films of the 1970s and early 1980s that
inspired this fearsome piece.
Here
we see a common motif in all of Stellan's designs; the concealed
trigger which is incorporated into the grip.
(3)
This stocky sub-machine-gun, reminiscent of the KRISS Vector SMG,
incorporates an extended magazine within its bulky and protruding
handgrip. However, what this misshapen weapon gains in ammo capacity
it loses in ease of use.
I
initially mistook this portable, rapid-fire, bringer of death for a
penguin, earning me the ire of its creator.
(4)
Another sub-machine-gun. A mysterious gap between the handgrip, where
the magazine is presumably housed, and the barrel, raises the
pertinent issue of how ammunition enters the firing chamber. One
tantalizing possibility is that this tunnel accommodates a belt feed, allowing a user to fire on full-automatic, while drawing from a pair of
bandoleers, criss-crossing his or her bare, sweaty chest, like a pair
of brass anacondas.
The
unusual stair-casing design of the barrel forces the bullet to climb
a short flight of internal steps prior to exiting through the
muzzle. This results in fitter ammunition, capable of travelling at
greater speeds over longer distances.
(5)
Whether you have just been caught cheating at poker in a late
18th century El Paso saloon bar, or are simply hoping to
assassinate the 16th President of the United States of
America during a visit to the theatre, this handsome derringer,
sponsored by the Shell Oil company, will more than likely meet your
requirements.
(6)
Holy fucking crap! Is that a railgun?
Why
yes, now that you mention it Edith, it is a railgun. Capable of
magnetically accelerating a Lego brick along its smooth-bore, 1.5cm
barrel faster than you can utter the words: “Oh fuck.”
In
the words of Ordell Robbie, from Quentin Tarantino's
uncharacteristically tepid adaptation of the Elmore Leonard novel
'Rum Punch' (Jackie Brown):
“When
you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the
room, accept no substitutes.”
After
Stellan returned home to Preston, I dismantled his Lego guns and
fashioned the remains into this monument to peace.
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