Him and his two friends rolled across the white world and quickly encountered a lagoon. It was yellow in colour and had so much salt building up that the outside of it was white. He thought it was the salt, he couldn't be too sure. As they strolled further across the plain, he saw hundreds of small orange people drowning in a pool of rust, laid next to them was a giant four-pronged weapon and a huge blade. Two triangular objects lay in the distance, coated in a pale brown, almost crispy, layer and soaked in a dark brown, thick liquid.

Can anyone guess what's going on in this story?