The small town of Trashbin was just as glorious as ever; walkways were dirty, homes were in ruins, people walked around with damaged clothing (not to mention burns as well as cancer in their bodies), it was just another day for the local governor of the planet, known only to the people as Judge Raithwall. Now the Judge was not the average Judge on a planet, oh no he had other duties, such as holding down the law for his little town that was given to him as a gift from the most honorable King Ribaldequin for remaining very faithful to the faith, as well as the grand performance of his duties to the King. It really paid to be a true believer since the ousting of that non-believer Park and all of his kin; now that was a good day to him. Judge Raithwall sat inside his home, even though small, it was still bigger then most of the homes around his town. His helmet (Made out of durasteel, also a gift from the king, as well as his suit of armor) sat on the desk as he looked over more laws for him to sign. "Hmm..." The Judge motioned to himself as he read it out loud to himself. "Proposal to kill on sight, kin of Jaron Park...what do you think?" His glance shot up from the paper to the servants that were walking around sensely, awaiting on the Judge hand and foot. "Sir... we like it very much..." They muttered in unison and the Judge simply smiled. "You like that do you? I like it too... signed!" Shouted the Judge as he placed the paper down and neatly printed his name on the paper. Once it was signed he placed the pen down and motioned for one of his servants. Roughly handing the paper to the beat-up servant, the Judge pushed him away. "See to it that people are made aware of this rule... I will not stand for non-believers!" Shouted Raithwall in anger. Taking his hand, he rubbed his short blonde hair and sighed some. As he leaned back in his chair, his attempt for some peace was granted, however it was soon interupted by several civilians that had barged into the office of the Judge.

"Mi lord!" They shouted, and the Judge placed the chair on all four legs and looked at them. "I gave your children a pair of shoes yesterday... what more do you want, beggers?!" He rose up, pulling out his vibro-sword (Again a gift from his majesty) and looked at them. "You have five seconds... begin." Getting down on their knees, they bowed. "We found a non-believer... a tree was discovered in his home!" Nodding some, he re-shethed his sword and reached for his helmet. Looking at his royal guards he pointed. "You two... see to it that this... nonbeliever is brought before the town and then strapped to his home." He looked down at the two civilians before him. "As for you two... see to it that you drown yourselves in honor of the king!" Stepping over them, they slowly rose up and looked at each other. The people of Trashbin were heavy cultist and believed that whatever Judge Raithwall would order, was for the good of the religion as well as the king. So as ordered, they would take it upon themselves to proceed towards the town poluted water source, and drown themselves. However the acid would eat away at them before they would even have the chance to. But still, it was all in the name of the king.

Before exiting his house, the Judge placed on his helmet and then made his entrance. There in front of him, was the culprit and a massive crowd of people. They were booing the poor man that was strung up in front of the Judge's house. He looked at his royal guards and then flung his hands up, which made the crowd go quiet. "Honorable people of Trashbin... it appears as if another nonbeliever has decided to try and destroy our civilization!" They cheered and the Judge walked closer to the man. They went silent again. "This man... walks the walk of Jaron Park and his failed culture... the so called New Imperial Order." Once the Judge was in front of him, he took a swing at the man... causing a cut on his lip. The Judge's armor was extremely tough and lightweight. The hand gauntlets and what not were built to cut flesh as they had just done. Lifting the man's head, he took a look at him. "You dare spread the disease that is Jaron Parkism to this beloved town?!" It was obvious the cry of the mass was death, so he would give it to them... in the name of the king.

"Your judgement is death! You will be burned with your household along with that... disgusting tree that you decided to grow... to harm our beloved king!" With a motion, the royal guards would drag the man to his home. The judge would follow as the crowd of people were behind him. The winds picked up a little as his cape fluttered in motion. Once they arrived at the house, the royal guards would slam the man against the wall of his house and the Judge would watch as they nailed his hands to the wall of the house. This was when the people began to throw objects at him; such as rotted food, dead animals (rats and such), as well as rocks. The Judge would let them have his fun for atleast a minute before he ordered them to stop. The man was already in pain and it was about to get worse. One of the royal guards stepped forward with a fire and handed it to Raithwall. Grasping it, he stepped closer and turned to the people. "Long live the king! Death to Jaron Park!" With a brutal force, the fire found itself on the man and it started to light him on fire. Once that was accomplished, he'd take it and throw it on top of the house. The wooden roof would catch fire and soon spread to the metal; increasing the heat as the objects in the inside burned. The man's skin would stick to his house with the intense heat of both the fire on his body as well as the inside.

The Judge would watch in delight, smiling under his helmet. Smoke filled the air and it was such a sight. He turned to the people. "Let it be down, that we will always remain faithfull to our king whom has saved us dearly!" And suddenly the people raised their hands in the air and chanted the king's name. Once the clouds would begin to roll in, the judge would take his leave. The acid rain would fall, cleaning up whatever mess was left behind, as well as finish off the man, whom was nothing but ashes now. His home laid in ruins, and it was closed off, due to the fear of a disease known as 'Tree-itis.' A fabricated lie that was told to make people go crazy, and transform them into the horrible trees that the Judge himself had fought against. Almost dying of it's disease, the Judge happened to live against it and live to tell the tail, a trait that was made known by the glorious king himself.

As the Judge entered his house, he removed his helmet and looked out the window. "A fine day to be a Judge, wouldn't you say?" he turned to face his servants, whom all shook their heads in agreement. This angered him. "What do you know? Back to work! All of you!"