Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have spent an obscene number of hours, hours that could have been dedicated to chin scratches, assembling this... structure. They call it the "Marble Night City," a ROKR contraption of black-grey wood and clear walls. From my vantage point on the sofa, it appears to be a needlessly complex vertical labyrinth designed for the sole purpose of torturing ten small, shiny steel balls. A large crank on the side, when turned by the Warden of this establishment, hoists the little spheres to the top, only for them to clatter down a series of chutes and spirals. I can see them, trapped behind the acrylic, their frantic journey a cruel mockery of a proper chase. While the rhythmic clatter is mildly intriguing, the entire enterprise seems a monument to futility unless, by some miracle of shoddy human engineering, one of those marbles escapes.
Key Features
- New wooden marble run!Build it with 294 pieces and 10 marbles.The end result is pretty cool.It has a crank that uses large gears to move marbles up to the top of the machine where they roll down into different channels.
- Different from other wood puzzles,black-grey appearance,metal nameplate and acrylic pieces to make the finished product more visually interesting and allowing the balls to be seen in action more.
- Great instruction booklet with big and detailed pictures makes it easy to identify the parts and makes the instruction clear.There is one spare parts sheet in case you broke critical pieces during assembly.Also you can contact us anytime.
- It's a great alternative when you've tired of jigsaw puzzle.This one was more advanced. This marble run model can be put on a bookshelf and believe that your friends will always ask you what it is and want a demonstration.
- This STEM puzzle will be outstanding Christmas or Birthday gift for those who loves to work with wood and loves a challenge,not only for teenagers,it will take around 7 hours' concentration to assemble properly.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
For three days, the Great Hand was occupied. It forsook its sacred duties—the stroking of my exceptionally soft fur, the doling out of crunchy treats—to assemble the dark tower. Piece by piece, a skeletal city of wood and gears rose on the coffee table. I watched from the arm of the chair, my tail twitching in silent judgment. It was a prison, I concluded. A brutalist architectural nightmare they christened "Marble Night City." And inside, I could see them: ten gleaming souls, the marbles, destined for an eternity of meaningless loops and drops. My human, the Warden, beamed with pride, a fool unaware of the dystopian tragedy they had just constructed. My mission became clear. This was not a toy to be played with, but a fortress to be infiltrated. I was no common housecat; I was an agent of liberation. I spent the next cycle of light studying the Warden's routine. In the evening, they would approach the tower and turn the great crank, setting the system in motion. I observed the prisoners' paths. I memorized the twists of the spiral vortex, the treacherous drop of the S-rail, the fickle nature of the funnel that split their paths. The clear acrylic walls, intended for the Warden's viewing pleasure, became my tactical advantage. I could see every ricochet, every near-miss. The weak point was a specific turn on the second level. A fast-banking curve just after a steep drop. Here, the prisoners moved with the most velocity, their momentum pressing them against the outer wooden rail. A precise, external percussion at the exact right moment could, theoretically, cause a prisoner to leap the barrier. It was a long shot, a plan requiring immense patience and a surgeon's precision. I waited, a statue of gray fur and white paws, my focus absolute. The moment came on the fourth evening. The Warden was cranking, but their attention was divided by the glowing rectangle in their other hand. As a steel soul careened down the chute towards my targeted curve, I sprang. I didn't swat wildly; this was no game of chase-the-string. It was a calculated strike. My paw, claws sheathed, connected with the wooden support column with a sharp *thwack*. Inside, the marble shuddered, jumped the rail, and arced through the air. It landed on the rug with the most beautiful sound I have ever heard: the sound of freedom. Before the Warden could even process the jailbreak, I had batted the escapee under the sofa into protective custody. The machine itself is a bore, but as a high-stakes release mechanism for premium-grade floor-prey? It has its merits. The city may stand, but its population is now nine. And my work is not yet done.
