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Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on September 30, 2009

IDC outlined his plan to me. He quickly rebuilt his support, and I stood upon the support, holding George tightly against my right shoulder. He was beginning to go limp, but that didn't stop me.

"I am told by your friend IDC that your have been awaiting the coming of your prophet, the 'One-Who-Will-Be-Unable-To-Control-His-Bowel-Movements.' This 'prophet' is known as George the Yellow. I am George the Yellow's spokesperson, and I have news for you:

"George wants you all to take yourselves to the Field of Regundor, where you are to build large structures that surround the entire field. Once that is done, you will be saved, and after the structures fulfill their duty, then you may live in the field, which is where the promised land is."

All the carpenters excitedly gasped. The next thing I knew, they had built a bunch of airplanes, and we were flying to the plains.

"You guys are fast," I commented to IDC.

"Well, duh," he said. "We're the original Carpenter tribe."

"Hmm," I said. "That's presumptuous."

"We are!" He angrily cried.

"Ok, ok," I said.

We crash-landed onto the field about an hour later. Before I could get a look at my surroundings, the Carpenters had built a huge wall around the enire field. I studied the walls with approval.

"This is good," I said.

IDC quickly built an elevator so I could observe the other side. Looking over, I saw exactly what I wanted to see.

Everyone knows that Regundor is surrounded by Mountains. And everyone knows that Mountains are filled with springs and rivers and creeks. The Mountains were already flowing their water against the wall that the Carpenters had built. The dry, sandy fields of Regundor began to be surrounded with water.

"Let them come," I hissed.

To be Continued...