Hi guys, Rageman96 and I have agreed to collaborate for a story, I don't often publish my ideas/stories online, thanks for reading and, if you haven't already, read Rage's piece at http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/2234-prologue-black-market/

Anyway...

Far east from the cities and civilisation, the moon shone on salty flats. In the middle horizon, a hut sat, a silvery blue in the shying midnight. Inside the hut was a sea of ticking as a million clockwork structures clicked and whirred about their daily business. Amongst papers and Mitrollium frame work, a genius slept. It would be a lie if I told you he dreamt of domination of The Modern World (Which what he wanted). Instead, our character dreamt of a sweetheart he had once, her jet black hair streaming behind her as he chased her, she smelt like apples.
'Nghh! I like Apples!' Our genius woke with a start as a clockwork arm swung around and crashed into the table he was resting on.
'Sir, you're up!' A goggled face emerged, sooty and grinning
'Marco! I need a drink'
'Aye, Sir' The face disappeared behind a mountain of papers as quickly as it appeared. Carver stretched (for this was the name of our hero) then slouched on his stool. Marco appeared again as Carver swung his legs out from under the desk. Carver took the flagon and drank the viscous black liquid within. Marco stared up at him with large green glassy goggles expectantly. Carver slammed the empty mug on the desk and running his fingers through his hair, flared his eyes enthusiastically at Marco.
'Showtime!'