Steve loved Boxes. He loved them to the point where he lived in a fort of cardboard which he tenderly built himself. He called it Boxland. It was his sanctuary. Box after box fell and his former utopia turned into a desolate land when Truck-san arrived. Steve fell into despair he died soon after. His fortune luckily coincided with the God of fate. The God of Fate bestowed upon the box loving Steve a choice. What was his choice? It was what race he wanted to be reborn as and of all things Steve had to Pick a cardboard box. Good old cardboard never disappointed him before so why should it now in a world of dragons , spirits, and magic.
