(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

He nodded smartly. "Ah, a man of knowledge I see. I must admit that I'd be
disappointed in you were that not the case."
"Who are you?"
"I am Rubikon, the Master Wizard. It is I who rule the red constructs that
inhabit this realm."
I raised an eyebrow, "So, are you supposed to be the evil wizard?"
He frowned as he thought. "I'm not comfortable with the word evil, sirrah. I
admit that my views do not coincide with those of others in many ways, but
does that make me evil? I think not."
"Then what are you?"
He looked angry. "I am a prisoner, sirrah. I am not here by choice, of that I
can assure you."
"What do you mean?"
"I was created by the modrons to play in their meaningless dungeon games.
Over time I became self-aware and asked for my freedom. Their leader
refused me!"
"What did you do?"
"I did what anyone would do when they are forced into slavery. I fought for
my freedom!" He paused for effect. "I disintegrated their leader and made it
look like an accident. I then attempted to flee this hideous existence via the
nearest exit."
"What happened?"
He sighed and frowned. "Unfortunately there was a fail safe mechanism that
I was not aware of. My attempt at freedom was judged an error and the
dungeon collapsed upon itself, trapping me in stasis..." He gazed off into the
distance. "I have been in stasis for centuries, sirrah. I would still be there if
you hadn't reset the cube and set it for hard difficulty." He turned his
attention to me.
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