...and there didst come a crafter, who could not see where he was going, and yea, he didst walk into a great many things, and great was the breakage of the crockery.
And he took up his crafting tools, and all fell back a great distance, lest he smite them, being unaware of their exact position.
Yea, and he crafted all day and night, but the people were fickle, and wanted
valorite rather than dull copper, and thus he went forth into the mines, and mined also in the mountains, and lo, there was valorite.
And thus, he crafted.
And when his crafting was complete, he didst turn to tinkering, and didst create a golem, unlike any seen before, and didst deliver it unto the people of Iantown. And there was bleating.
Yea, and there didst come a leader of those people, with tufts of wool about him, and a happy sheep was seen in the distance, and he spake thusly:
And then there didst come a dev, and the dev didst say unto the people, let there be a word of death, and thus did the tale conclude.
And yet, even then, Cybernickel rejoiced, for he finally had his bricks.
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And thusly, there were bugs, and exploits, and much wailing and posting of pwns on forums. And there was death, and there was looting. There was crafting, and there was ganking. And thus was the eighth age. And the devs could not rest, for they had forgotten to turn their auto-notifys off.
