There were four races in Brickland.
The Traitless — who built and traded.
The Reds — who forged weapons.
The Blacks — who raised unbreakable fortresses.
The Angels — who ruled the skies.
They argued.
They competed.
They threatened each other.
But they did not go to war.
Then the Blues arrived.
No banners.
No borders.
No warnings.
Just towers of cold light, appearing across the neutral zones like they had always been there.
They did not speak.
They did not trade.
They did not demand.
For years, they did nothing.
Then one morning…
A Blue tower deployed a single unit.
It did not march toward a city.
It did not aim for a base.
It walked into an empty field.
And fired.
No target.
No enemy.
Just… fired.
An Angel patrol saw it and panicked.
They reported an attack.
The Blacks raised shields.
The Reds primed artillery.
The Traitless closed every gate.
No one understood what was happening.
Then another Blue tower activated.
Then another.
Across Brickland, Blue units began deploying — firing into air, ground, empty roads, abandoned fields.
Not attacking.
Triggering.
Every defense network in the world interpreted it as invasion.
Automated systems retaliated.
Treaties broke in seconds.
Borders ignited.
Missiles launched.
And the Blues?
They did not escalate.
They did not explain.
They simply continued deploying.
Not targeting cities.
Not conquering land.
Just… existing aggressively.
By the time the races realized no demands were coming…
They were already at war with each other.
The Blues had done nothing wrong.
Nothing right.
Nothing logical.
They had simply pressed "deploy."
And Brickland shattered trying to understand why.
To this day, no Blue signal has ever contained a message.
No declaration.
No reason.
Only coordinates.
And the sound of units spawning.