I decided to write a short intro for the machine. it seemed to start abruptly.
a little gust of wind blew across a limestone floor. it had come into this room through a gap from it's home over the wide empty ocean.
it played with the little pieces of dust it could find but was left largely unsatisfied.
eventually it found something new to play with. some hair was left free to be flicked around. the owner was a minion and was sitting here in this minions pit.
the wind didn't know what this minion was doing here and it was rather none of it's business so it did not think to ask.
the minion was also rather disinclined to ask the wind any questions. in fact this minion did not even consider the wind worthy of any communication. the minion ws new to this place. it did not understand the nature of this world.
and so the wind continued about it's business and teh minion sat there and waited for something to happen.
the minion was also disinclined to talk to the other minion that was sat across teh way.
a rather peculiar fellow by any standards. but then the other minion would likely think the exact same thing.
his name was espylacopa. his costume was black and his visor was green. he had seen his fair share of war and was sure to see more. he didn't know this but the place he was in would provide for him very well.
his gaze wandered over to hte other minion. deraked. this odd fellow was impatiently kicking things about. there wasn't much to kick about but he was so impatient, he kicked anyway. a stray rock, piece of dust, an imaginary creature, his own shadow, anything.
ther were tables and benches about, but deraked viewed these as coformist. he would not conform to this. tables and benches were for people who were patient and would not mind waiting. since he had gotten here he had grown more and more fed up of waiting. he wanted som action!