Our story opens with Jamal, a rather down–to–earth person, who lived in a small town in India. As his routine suggested, Jamal started his day by walking to the designated shitting street, next to the town's nearest river, where he would later perform his ablutions. Unfortunately for him, his favourite shitting spot had already been occupied by a tall, bearded figure. Although rather vexed by the usurper's presence, he took a deep breath and continued to the next spot where he would finally defecate.
He squatted a few meters away from there, where he could finally relieve himself. Jamal was used to the feculent odour of the environment; today, however, his tired olfactory system picked up something different. There was a spicyness in the air which he had never before noticed there. After briskly wiping himself, he got up and searched for the source of that peculiar odour before being stupefied by what he could see before his very eyes.
Where the tall, bearded figure once stood was now a small, red and golden cube; an ancient relic with runes scribbled on its surface. Albeit Jamal's initial bewilderment, he quickly put it in his backpack and headed straight to the town's oracle.
As he was approaching the old oracle's house, Jamal saw the old man's frightened expression on his face while he was sitting on his doorstep, as if he was expecting Jamal. "I sensed the shift in the karmic currents of the city", uttered the oracle. He invited him inside and offered him some roasted cockroaches. After a moment of awkward silence, the oracle continued:"What you have found is an ancient relic only legends ever talked about; it controls all of the world's blights and plagues. It is a miracle you have not murdered us all, my child".
He crept towards Jamal as his worn clogs screeched with ever step. "Give it to me, my child", he said, but as Jamal reached for the old man's hand, the slippery surface of the cube which was still covered with faeces made him drop it.
