Electronic Paper Machine

I was once a slave master. It's not an easy task, I know that some may not agree with it but what do they know? It's a challenge just to give a person a simple command, let alone coordinate hundreds of them. There are cases that someone will whine about their work, it's very irritating so I just send a guard and order it to give it 20 whips. With all of this under the heat of the sun!

I know that this is barbaric, but we need to finish something by the day's end or our heads will roll! I need to be strict and will not be easily swayed by emotions for it is for the good of what our king demands. If I see someone that slows the operation, I order the guard to give them good 40 slashes.

Then it all vanished, faded into reality. What I see now in front of me is a crying child of my age and another one with a xylophone stick, used as a whip. I ordered the other kid to hit the other one in a game of make believe.

Some say he's just a feeble minded hyrid of a man and a box, I do not.

He is a boy with an upside down cardboard box covering his upper half of the body, we know him by his name, Box-Boy. He stands neither too tall nor too short, but with just the right height for the children of our age. Nobody really knows why he decided to put on his mantle, he just showed up one afternoon while we are doing what kids normally do. At first we thought it was ridiculous, we were wrong!

I recall that one afternoon when we were playing as knights and samurai of the old with wooden sticks and plywood, it later became serious when one boy resorted to throwing stones at us. We were forced to retreat from our current position, and when it seems that we were cornered by the stone-throwing boy, Box-Boy came to rescue.

From the horizon we can see him rushing to our aid, he immediately became a wall for us and instructed us to make our assault from the safety of his box. We eventually defeated the Duke of Stones. Our kingdom owes him.

It's not long when the Box-Boy decided to let us experience what's it like to be inside his suit of cardboard. We found out that nothing's really special inside it, other than the battery powered fan taped to the wall of the box. I learned that it's not the tool, but it's how you use what you have. Oh yes, before I forgot, avoid the stain caused by breath inside the box at all cost!