And out of the fields they came. From the basic crops. The only thing left made from bricks. They looked upon the baren land, not just bare baseplates, but even strange land that baseplates were not apparent. They were sickened by the sight.
They set thier eyes upon the inhabitants of the land. Watching them without brick tool in hand. Doing absolutely nothing and patting themselves on thier backs.
So the order went after these inhabitants, angered by the incompetence.
The inhabitants attempted to escape in vehicles. But there was nowhere to drive to, so they were harvested.
The inhabitants attempted to hide behind props, but they were easily removed as a single brick, and they were also harvested.
The inhabitants attempted to event colorful lights and silly sounds, but the order was not impressed. They were also harvested.
The inhabitants could not find safety within other baren worlds, nor help from inactive useless clans. They were harvested.
And so the order returned to the fields. To judge the inhabitants, in a world were judgment had once ceased.
And will return to thier own land of brick and effort.
