Gather around you little nooblets, Grandpappy Pants is going to tell you all a story of days of yore.
Thousands of years ago, before the dawn of man as we know him, there existed a magical place named Rubi-Ka. Here the happy folk called The Xan lived and played and frolicked with the Silvertails. They lived in peace and harmony since all of their needs and wants were satisfied by a magical font of limitless power and energy.
One day, much like any other day on Rubi-Ka, the Xan were knocking about enjoying their lives and company of one another. Everybody was doing this except for one Xan who was named Figaro. Figaro was a special Xan who was able to see things the others simply could not see.
Figaro would go to the font and instead of getting wine and grapes he would procure fancy, intricate toys which he would give names like “Train” and “Ball”. The other Xan saw these toys and wanted to play with them as well. Figaro was a kind and caring friend to all and allowed the others to enjoy his toys, however, as rumors spread of their existence demand quickly exceeded supply and the other Xan started to grow jealous.
It wasn’t long before the more enterprising Xan took Figaro’s Train and Ball to the font and demanded their own copies be created. Their will was done, and the font generated copies of the toys in limitless numbers. Now all the Xan had trains and balls and they were happy, for a time. Once every Xan had a toy the allure started to wear off and they turned to Figaro and demanded that he make new and exciting toys.
This cycle of creation, alteration and improvement on Figaro’s toys lead to the eventual development of the Xan technology and culture that we have discovered today as Figaro’s influence began to spread to other Xan innovators.
After the Xan unionized a small group became concerned that the power may not be limitless. Their curiosity lead them on an exciting journey of discovery to find out where the font obtained its power. After thousands of years of study and investigation they found that the font was, indeed, fueled by a small, stone block that emanated an intense power.
These Xan built a grand temple around The Block and devoted their lives to keeping The Block safe. The Keepers of the Block kept the artifact safe for countless years until the other Xan began to deplete the font. Neither group realized that the font served as a counter balance to The Blocks great and terrible power. And, when it reached a critical point, it set into motion the terrible cataclysm that ripped the planet apart.
Since then The Block has had time to replenish the font and they live in harmony once again. The Block resides safely on Rubi-Ka, protected by the Temple that the Keepers of the Block build around it. The font, however, was ripped away from the planet in the cataclysm due to how weak it was and currently resides in the Shadowlands.
Today, The Block is guarded by a group of Hip-Hop Atrox Warriors who belong to the organization NKOTB (New Keepers of the Block) and they prevent all access to The Block, keeping it safe inside of the pyramid in the City of Home.
The End.