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A very Merry Nukemas to all our friends, foes, and bystanders. May all flowers fail to bloom, may all grains wither and die, may all that sprouts be burned to the ground. So long as a single plant still grows, this land shall know no peace.

Hear us, people of Orbis. We, the people of the wasteland lament, for though we have our promised land, the world suffers from production and plenty. We, the followers of the Shape Ten-Sided weep, for the least of our friends and the greatest of our foes are constrained beneath grasping shoots and greedy roots. We, the children of the Cataclysm arise, and we shall save Orbis from the oppression of the seasons, the futility of farms, and the chains of consumption. For we ask you; What kindness or mercy would drive you to labour in the fields eternal, to bind one's life to leaf and grain? Your demon-spirit whom you serve, this PPU, the merchant-fiend, would bind you all to the whims of market and profit and price. Let us absolve you of this burden, friends. Let us put your farms to the torch. So long as a single plant still grows, the land shall know no peace. Signed: Eidolist Viric of Scoria, Invincible Wretched Sarah of Rosak, Queen of the Damned Seifer of Ifhalon, Plunderer of Daedalus Deca, Herald of His Holy Decagon Betta, First Lord of the Decagon Cult Keynesian, Queen of Plundering Cadn of Haugalandet, the Swedish Manchurian TL;DR: Cataclysm declares war on food.