The “Blast Park” wasn’t a game. It was a prison. Each level was a floating island littered with glittering blocks. To progress, you had to match three of the same color to “blast” them. But when Tom said “blast,” he meant it literally. Leo’s first puzzle was a bridge made of purple gem blocks. The moment he touched two together, the bridge exploded like a stick of dynamite, flinging him into a pool of fizzy slime.
Leo put the tablet down. For the first time that summer, he went downstairs to eat dinner with his grandma. talking tom blast park app store