Thoughts of a Sandking:
We have been moved to a new world. We have explored this new territory. It is about twice the size of our old world. The sand here is the same, however. The Others are here as well. They are beginning to build their castles, just as we are. Ours will be better. Ours will be bigger. We will impress our God and She will feed us.
Our God no longer feeds us. There is a new God in Her stead. He is larger than She. He seems to have taken up the duties of the old God.
The food is the same. We are fed well, and we are beginning to build up an army. Soon we will be ready for war. But we still have time to grow larger and stronger. We like this new God. We will build our castle with His face on it in order to please Him.
Our army is getting near ready for an attack. The Others are strong, but if taken one at a time, we can beat them. Soon we will be masters of this world.
Our buildup of an army has slowed to a crawl. Food has become scarce; our God is not feeding us. We sense he is displeased.
No food for quite awhile. We are starving.
We have begun to fear this new God. He is not like our old God. He is cruel; He does not give us food. He is an evil God.
We must feed if we are to survive. We must fight.
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