Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26450183-20150706232602/@comment-25908355-20150707111906

Guard: Keep quiet Fluorite nr.220, and await identification. Move it, 221!

He says, before pushing Sard into the room, where the same gem that stamped his sat in a chair.

???: Greetings, Sard. Please take a seat.

Sard: Um.. Okay.

???: My name is Amerite. You probably don't know, but we are suffering from a horrific civil war at the moment.

Sard: Really?

Amerite: Yes. We have been creating gems like you in hope of finding the ones capable of helping the homeworld most. You fit in the category.

Sard: I don't know what you are talking about...

Amerite: Your gem. Its position is a sign of high intelligence.

Sard:...And?

Amerite: We need more gems like you. You will get your required briefing about weapon summoning and fusion, then you will be taken to the research compound.

Sard: Research compound?

Amerite: Such information is too complicated for your still simple mind. You will see soon. You are free to go now.

(Basically, I'm writing Sard's backstory here :P)