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 k