Times were changing and a trouble was stirring in the known world. The Pharaoh pleaded the Gods to send him a servant to do his bidding. His wish was granted and the Gods breathed life into the sand, and a man was formed. This man was known as oDiS, bearing the strange name that nobody but the Gods of Egypt themselves could understand. He was sent on his way to the Pharaoh and asked to do one thing; observe and document the ways of his people on a special piece of papyrus.
It was with this papyrus he ran around fervently. Region to region, event to event, he ran and he recorded for months on end. It was then he returned to the Pharaoh with his report, and the Pharaoh was pleased.
Yet now oDiS held no meaning, no purpose in the world. Was he destined to turn back into the sand he once was? No, he found a new way--to pay tribute to the Gods once a month, or once for even months ahead, to let him stay in this great land.
He decided to settle in middle set region with numerous trustworthy and noteworthy people that he found on his journey, this region being Upper Egypt. oDiS was no ordinary new player, he held some knowledge of the Gods before even having to build a wood plane. In so he settled in between 3 universities and a school, all within two to three minutes, a limestone pit, a dirt patch, clay, sand, and all the essentials. Even sulphurous water was within 5 minutes on a serving of good food. It was in this environment he grinded his way to fit in amongst these people.
Could they ever be the same? Could he ever fit in? He tried and worked hard to be normal, day and night. Yet he learned he was different. Not only did he like stirring up trouble, he learned that buildings that took time and skill to run, if he could learn how to do it, he could willingly put his brain under a sense of high stress, in which time itself slowed down. It seems the Gods left him with a parting gift! With this he didn’t have to learn to make everything in game, he could master these few and sell them on mass proportions! oDiS was now on his way to a fair status in Egypt, even if he didn't quite fit in the normal mold.