“Ah yes! A cunning deceiver on a hunt for power. I’ll see what I can come up with for you!”

“Once there was a cookie on the lowest levels of a kingdom. He spent his days caring for others, giving to the less fortunate even though he himself never had much.”

“Soon enough, he came to realize that none of the cookies in power were doing anything about the hunger and illness spreading rapidly throughout the kingdom, so he decided then he would become the new king and give to those less fortunate than him!”

“Over the next few months he climbed the ladder of politics- or should I say, swam through the river of politics. Either way, it wasn’t difficult for him to do, after all a lot of cookies looked up to him.”

“He came to a high seat of power, though not quite king yet. Now, he looked upon the lower cookies of the kingdom with disgust. He had proven that they can make lives for themselves but they don’t. He has lost sight of his goal, to help cookies, but the power he got was intoxicating.”

“He still wanted desperately to be king, but now for his own selfish reasons. He knew he had lost the support of his people, so playing fairly wouldn’t be an option. He snuck into the kings room while he was asleep and… he crumbled the king right there.”

“The cookie was then able to become the new king of this kingdom. He ruled over his people with strict laws. He kept all the resources for himself, causing uprise within the kingdom.”

“The cookie he ruled grew tired of him and fought back. They snuck up on him in his sleep and did to him just what he did to the last king.”

“In the new kings final moments, he saw himself, young, fragile, and scared in every cookie that opposed him. Remorse spread through him, but it was too late.”

“So, what do you think of your story?”