"Badspot set the blockos in the land of bedroom and said " be promotional and invite others to this world." Badspot had commanded the blockos not to plant from the tree of oct. Now there was a being, crafty in his ways, who tempted the blockos, saying, "Surely Badspot said that if you plant from the tree of Oct, that you will not be fated to grief through bricks." The Blockos, seeing that the bricks of the tree were good to plant, took of it, and planted, and their eyes were open to the world of creativity. They saw that they were plain, and then built for themselves many things to hide their plainness. Now Badspot was walking around in the terrain of his server, and he said, "Blockos, where are you?" The blockos replied, "Here we are, Badspot." Badspot asked why they were building, and in response, they said, "because we were uncreative." "Who told you that you were uncreative?" The blockos blamed kompressor, Lord of the Shadows, saying "The shadow lord said that we would would not surely find greif through bricks, so we took the bricks of the tree and planted them."
