Once upon a time, when men walked the earth with heavy footprints and loud clamorous breathing, indifferent to any natural dangers, there arose a new species. The new species, ugly as it was, really loved mirrors. The mirrors themselves were a magical thing. When they viewed themselves in them, they saw themselves as what they wanted to look like. No longer ugly, no longer sad. One of their number, called Xerox, adopted the spirit of the trickster with the will of humanity's most brutal tyrants. Sadly, with only limited hours of daylight, the time spent in front of the largest (and most slimming) mirror had to be shared by all. And that was how the Great War began. Late one night, the other species - the loud-breathing, heavy-footed humans - broke into the encampment of the mirror-loving species and stole the large, slimming mirror. Soon after sunrise, these club-footed thieves realized they held a greater treasure than they could have ever imagined. A fight broke out and the huge mirror was smashed into hundreds of coin sized fragments, sharp as razors and magical as ever