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...and so it came to pass, that as their obsession grew, the people of the perimeter forgot She who had granted them the very tomatoes and redstone they now eschewed their worship for. As their focus shifted, the roots and tendrils of the Mother Tomato began to bind The Goatmother. Enraged, She brought her fists upon the earth. The ground shook, flames erupted from the mountain, turning the sky to stone, and the Great Watertower split open in tremendous flood. And as the tomatoes withered, and the perimeter filled with ash, The Goatmother turned her back to it, waiting for the day the one who seeks both community and knowledge would return...