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Zoo of Cubes

Introduction

In a world full of colours… patterns, creation, destruction… strange creatures nestle into boxy adobes made of resources scavenged from the ground. People, or so you're sure, snuggle themselves to their rectangular beds. The beds are the same. Everything is the same. But if you widen your eyes some more, there is a sense of diversity. A zoo of these creatures called "Players". The players survive. The Players build. The players destroy.
This is the world of Minecraftia, but there's a spark of competition in the air. Like two clouds of thunder, magic and science clash and strike furious bolts of destruction on the ground below them. The earth is bleeding. No matter how hard the rain falls, it can't wash away the scent of the cold war.
What inventions of such or tools caused this? One points the finger at the other. The other reverses the blame. Both are the reason.
Magic and science.
May the nuclear bombs, the handmade canons, the wands and the swords, the lasers and the power of the rings, the ever so over controlling destruction catalyst be the cause of the blood spilt on the textures below foot. These players... They don't understand what they're simulating in this game. They're only demonstrating how foolish we as humans are. And we sit back and laugh at them. We enjoy the battle and ignore the subliminal messages.
Why are they fighting?

For power. To win. To be better than the other. We do this in real life… always trying to push ourselves to the top.
Whilst the players scheme plans and attempt to clear the path to success, there stands one man, on a balcony of a huge castle. He sits there with nothing but a notepad. He observes.
Professor Lalna. They called him 'The Mad Scientist' but yet he was absolutely brilliant. His real name was Duncan, but that didn't matter to anyone. He had a stamp of stereotype that he couldn't wash off. He glanced out, over the sunny hills at a factory in the distance. One he helped make. Yet now, he is exiled, but it was by choice. He was so alone but that was also sometimes the way that he liked it.
"I hope they're enjoying themselves…" He muttered, as he wrote down some irrelevant dot points. His mind started wondering again, and it was making him angry. He scribbled all over the piece of margined paper in the notepad, scrunched it up and threw it off the edge. Lalna put the small book in the side pocket of his jacket and, with the help of his flying ring, he landed in the courtyard.
"Who am I kidding…? They're having the time of their life, eating those bloody Jaffa's"

In the office, he started typing on the computers some information on his discovered potions to distract him. It was the exact same thing he had typed on there before, but he was bored as caged monkey. His brain was itching to do something incredible. He wanted to help others, but he knew they wouldn't want him around. He was, after all, "Lalna the Mad Scientist"
Even looking around, it was boring. Nothing exciting was happening. Was the Cold war over or something? Did everyone just give up all of a sudden? Why are they napping? Why are Sips and Sjin just goofing around over there when they could be setting up proper defences? Why isn't Rythian, Teep and Zoey sending armies of hell ridden monsters about? Martin and Toby could be making their farm, but they're just sitting around a campfire singing out of tune songs. Ravs is hung over in his empty bar. Minty is actually doing something constructive by attempting to safely pull apart the cage that Sjin placed the dinosaur in. Xephos and Honeydew were placing their Chocolate-orange flavoured biscuits into packaging. Nilesy and Hannah were making pools and owl farms of all sorts.
They all had the power to do something exciting, but they weren't doing anything like that at all. What was going on?
Duncan couldn't wrap his head around it. Everything was just… Boring.
"You guys are all flipping idiots…"
He had solved every riddle of Tekkit. Mastered every Mod. It seems there wasn't anything that he could do for himself either. But something felt so incomplete.
His low angry and disappointed grumble was suddenly cut out by maniacal laughter. A spark of imagination set fire to his whole entire mind.
"That's one thing I haven't looked into yet!" He shouted out loud. He finally found the few missing pieces of the puzzle. It was all a matter of putting them into the frame.
"I need… The vital information… The Players" He pulled out his note pad and a miniature telescope from the pits of his pockets. He glanced keenly with a happy smile on his face in the direction of SIPSCO dirt factory through the lens. There it was. The undisguised base of the tedious Sjin, and the tenacious Sips.
So many questions started to fill Duncan's mind. "Why did Sjin attack me in the first place?" "Why is he hanging around Sips" "What's so special about Sips that makes Sjin that close of friends to him?"
The scientist started jotting the questions down on the paper. They started to flood the page.
"How does Sjin know so much about advanced technology? Why does he spend so much time, sitting in the sun? I swear I've seen his pupils change shape before… Where did he come from? Why is he here? Why is his blood orange?"
The Maniacal laughter sounded once more.
"Why does Sips spend his time underground when Sjin's not about? Why is his skin so pale? What makes him so powerful some days but weak on others? Why is it everyone likes him despite his cruel, rude jokes?"
There was so much Duncan wanted to learn. But he couldn't just reach in and grab them… He couldn't just walk up to them and ask questions when most of them would try and kill him at first sight. It's not like they were just going to TELL him things. No. They're a lot smarter then they look. He needed to prepare. He needed to have them completely isolated, without weapons or armour. They needed to be in a cage. He needed to make sure they would tell him everything.
Duncan ran down to the lab and started mixing things together thoughtlessly.
"How do I make the truth serum…? Oh yes! That's right!"
He started putting bits and bobs from draws into a cauldron.

"Spider eyes to make them weak,
Ender pearls to make them speak,
Nether wart to leech their brain,
Blaze rods to increase the pain,
Ghast tears to make them cry,
but only if they tell a lie.
If it seems the truth be told,
I'll add an extra splash of gold"

He mixed about the ingredients on a high boil until the scent was putrid perfect. He scooped some out and put it through a strainer into a large beaker. The beaker was then set on top of a tri-pad, gauze mat and a Bunsen burner to further simmer. Everything was almost done. He placed the result into test tubes and then clipped the tubes onto a high speed, rotary mixing machine. Whilst waiting for the serum to be made, he started mining several chambers under his tower, and then made some force fields that could only be activated from the outsides with a password. When the questioning chambers were ready, Duncan finally placed the prepared serum in needles, so he can easily jab them into his test subjects.

It was all set up. He was ready for this dangerous but exciting project. He called the project 'Zoo of Cubes'

"You're first… Sips and Sjin… let's see if we can't scavenge some interesting information from your puny little skulls"

Description
Zoo of Cubes

Introduction

In a world full of colours… patterns, creation, destruction… strange creatures nestle into boxy adobes made of resources scavenged from the ground. People, or so you're sure, snuggle themselves to their rectangular beds. The beds are the same. Everything is the same. But if you widen your eyes some more, there is a sense of diversity. A zoo of these creatures called "Players". The players survive. The Players build. The players destroy.
This is the world of Minecraftia, but there's a spark of competition in the air. Like two clouds of thunder, magic and science clash and strike furious bolts of destruction on the ground below them. The earth is bleeding. No matter how hard the rain falls, it can't wash away the scent of the cold war.
What inventions of such or tools caused this? One points the finger at the other. The other reverses the blame. Both are the reason.
Magic and science.
May the nuclear bombs, the handmade canons, the wands and the swords, the lasers and the power of the rings, the ever so over controlling destruction catalyst be the cause of the blood spilt on the textures below foot. These players... They don't understand what they're simulating in this game. They're only demonstrating how foolish we as humans are. And we sit back and laugh at them. We enjoy the battle and ignore the subliminal messages.
Why are they fighting?

For power. To win. To be better than the other. We do this in real life… always trying to push ourselves to the top.
Whilst the players scheme plans and attempt to clear the path to success, there stands one man, on a balcony of a huge castle. He sits there with nothing but a notepad. He observes.
Professor Lalna. They called him 'The Mad Scientist' but yet he was absolutely brilliant. His real name was Duncan, but that didn't matter to anyone. He had a stamp of stereotype that he couldn't wash off. He glanced out, over the sunny hills at a factory in the distance. One he helped make. Yet now, he is exiled, but it was by choice. He was so alone but that was also sometimes the way that he liked it.
"I hope they're enjoying themselves…" He muttered, as he wrote down some irrelevant dot points. His mind started wondering again, and it was making him angry. He scribbled all over the piece of margined paper in the notepad, scrunched it up and threw it off the edge. Lalna put the small book in the side pocket of his jacket and, with the help of his flying ring, he landed in the courtyard.
"Who am I kidding…? They're having the time of their life, eating those bloody Jaffa's"

In the office, he started typing on the computers some information on his discovered potions to distract him. It was the exact same thing he had typed on there before, but he was bored as caged monkey. His brain was itching to do something incredible. He wanted to help others, but he knew they wouldn't want him around. He was, after all, "Lalna the Mad Scientist"
Even looking around, it was boring. Nothing exciting was happening. Was the Cold war over or something? Did everyone just give up all of a sudden? Why are they napping? Why are Sips and Sjin just goofing around over there when they could be setting up proper defences? Why isn't Rythian, Teep and Zoey sending armies of hell ridden monsters about? Martin and Toby could be making their farm, but they're just sitting around a campfire singing out of tune songs. Ravs is hung over in his empty bar. Minty is actually doing something constructive by attempting to safely pull apart the cage that Sjin placed the dinosaur in. Xephos and Honeydew were placing their Chocolate-orange flavoured biscuits into packaging. Nilesy and Hannah were making pools and owl farms of all sorts.
They all had the power to do something exciting, but they weren't doing anything like that at all. What was going on?
Duncan couldn't wrap his head around it. Everything was just… Boring.
"You guys are all flipping idiots…"
He had solved every riddle of Tekkit. Mastered every Mod. It seems there wasn't anything that he could do for himself either. But something felt so incomplete.
His low angry and disappointed grumble was suddenly cut out by maniacal laughter. A spark of imagination set fire to his whole entire mind.
"That's one thing I haven't looked into yet!" He shouted out loud. He finally found the few missing pieces of the puzzle. It was all a matter of putting them into the frame.
"I need… The vital information… The Players" He pulled out his note pad and a miniature telescope from the pits of his pockets. He glanced keenly with a happy smile on his face in the direction of SIPSCO dirt factory through the lens. There it was. The undisguised base of the tedious Sjin, and the tenacious Sips.
So many questions started to fill Duncan's mind. "Why did Sjin attack me in the first place?" "Why is he hanging around Sips" "What's so special about Sips that makes Sjin that close of friends to him?"
The scientist started jotting the questions down on the paper. They started to flood the page.
"How does Sjin know so much about advanced technology? Why does he spend so much time, sitting in the sun? I swear I've seen his pupils change shape before… Where did he come from? Why is he here? Why is his blood orange?"
The Maniacal laughter sounded once more.
"Why does Sips spend his time underground when Sjin's not about? Why is his skin so pale? What makes him so powerful some days but weak on others? Why is it everyone likes him despite his cruel, rude jokes?"
There was so much Duncan wanted to learn. But he couldn't just reach in and grab them… He couldn't just walk up to them and ask questions when most of them would try and kill him at first sight. It's not like they were just going to TELL him things. No. They're a lot smarter then they look. He needed to prepare. He needed to have them completely isolated, without weapons or armour. They needed to be in a cage. He needed to make sure they would tell him everything.
Duncan ran down to the lab and started mixing things together thoughtlessly.
"How do I make the truth serum…? Oh yes! That's right!"
He started putting bits and bobs from draws into a cauldron.

"Spider eyes to make them weak,
Ender pearls to make them speak,
Nether wart to leech their brain,
Blaze rods to increase the pain,
Ghast tears to make them cry,
but only if they tell a lie.
If it seems the truth be told,
I'll add an extra splash of gold"

He mixed about the ingredients on a high boil until the scent was putrid perfect. He scooped some out and put it through a strainer into a large beaker. The beaker was then set on top of a tri-pad, gauze mat and a Bunsen burner to further simmer. Everything was almost done. He placed the result into test tubes and then clipped the tubes onto a high speed, rotary mixing machine. Whilst waiting for the serum to be made, he started mining several chambers under his tower, and then made some force fields that could only be activated from the outsides with a password. When the questioning chambers were ready, Duncan finally placed the prepared serum in needles, so he can easily jab them into his test subjects.

It was all set up. He was ready for this dangerous but exciting project. He called the project 'Zoo of Cubes'

"You're first… Sips and Sjin… let's see if we can't scavenge some interesting information from your puny little skulls"