The Writings of Mecca

"For the machine was great, and of a great world. But that world was far away to the gimmick, this thing once man, who had used the machine against his brother. He called it a combine.

To forsake others, and completely so, and naught but for the sake of greed. 'We will build it, this combine, and enslave them, our brethren,' these wretches said, with a foul and evil look upon their faces, as they turned the world of mankind into an obedient machine. ' Once they take this poison, we shall call them Gimmicks...'

And the builders of the combine, the foul and greedy, fell too to the poison of the combines gears. And they did become gimmicks themselves. While somewhere, in the machine mankind's world had become, a diamond lurked with a particular hue.

Troublesome it was to the gimmick. A diamond even the combine itself feared. For if you looked closely, you could see him within the stone.

Death had come."