Peace is a rather rare commodity in Goiky.
A long time ago, perhaps 2,763 years or so, there was peace. *Was*. There wasn't a single disturbance in the land, and everything proceeded exactly as how it was supposed to. There is *some* debate (ie. from Golf Ball) over why that might be the case, largely centered around the fact that there was nobody around to voice the aforementioned complaints. But whatever the case may be, things were *peaceful*. Everything was fine, everything was great, and if everything had gone according to plan, it could've stayed that way forever. The Earth would just continue to spin around, continue existing as it always had been, and everything would be just *fine*.
But somewhere along the way, the universe messed up.
Perhaps it was just a fluke of random chance, perhaps it was some malevolent force pulling at the strings, or perhaps it was just a cosmic joker having a laugh. Whatever it was, the effects of it are clear and unmistakable: one moment everything was all well and good, with absolutely *nothing* to ruin what was otherwise a perfectly normal, completely ordinary day, then at the very next moment... things were certainly *not* that. They were quite the opposite.
Through mysterious, unknown, incomprehensible means which continue to elude even the brightest minds of today (ie. Golf Ball), a seemingly inconspicuous arrangement of matter suddenly gained consciousness, awareness of the fact that it was, indeed, an arrangement of matter. When? How? *Why*? All those questions are good ones, but unfortunately, back in those days, nobody that just now got the burden of life could even come *close* to thinking about all those enigmas. They were all still a bit confused about the fact that they were, in fact, very alive. Very conscious. Very aware of the horrors of their existence.
And just when things couldn't *possibly* get any worse, things got worse.
As stated before, the means in which these once-inanimate objects suddenly became animate are unknown, working in mysterious ways. It takes some *massive* leaps of faith for someone to believe that they just... came to be one day, inexplicably, seemingly without any explanation. But just as the world was coming to terms with that little problem, thousands more would be well on their way.
Perhaps things could've been *fine* if things just ended there. Some things that aren't supposed to be alive now are, and they can't do anything about it. But because of their formerly inanimate nature, it seemed like common sense to assume a few things about these curious lifeforms. Once again considering their nature and purpose, they didn't exactly have the means to perambulate and move themselves throughout the world. They didn't have any organs that allowed them to see, to speak, to smell, to sense, to do *anything* besides just... exist, linger in the place where they were, perhaps sometimes get blown to somewhere else by the wind.
But the universe is a rather cruel thing. It's kind of like Blocky, if the red hexahedron was *somehow* more insufferable and obnoxious. Apparently, it wasn't enough that these inanimate objects were now alive, that they were made to endure this new life of suffering and turmoil; they also had to be *kicking*. Whatever mutation, whatever plague had caused these things to come to life, it gave them a variety of appendages and instruments with which they could perceive and interact with the world. Arms and hands for grabbing, legs and feet for walking, eyes to see, mouths to talk, and a bunch of others too.
Perhaps they could've gotten used to an eternity of isolation. If they had nothing to compare it to, if for all their life they had nothing but the eternal void, the complete and total deprivation of all outside stimuli, perhaps living could've been just that tiny bit more bearable. But no. They had to take care of a bunch of other things too. They had to deal with the fact that they were here, in a world that was far more vast than they could've possibly imagined, a planet that didn't seem to care one bit about their thoughts and actions. They had to deal with the sunlight being too hot, or the breeze being too cold, or 2,763 other little issues that made existence a complete and total pain.
