There are some very fascinating creatures in Arcadia, brethren. Those who travel in packs, roaming certain levels in the search for their next meal. They coordinate very well, communicating between each other in an effort to hunt efficiently.
For the most part, these groups of animals survive unscathed as they take down their prey…until the prey strikes back. Suddenly, one of these hunters gets injured in the heat of the moment…and as their food slips away, the pack turns their attention to the wounded.
The survival instincts kick in, and suddenly these creatures are less concerned about the meal that got away…and more focused on the one right in front of them. After all, the one that’s been hurt can quickly become a hinderance to the pack…a point of contention, should something bigger and scarier confront them.
Nature seems to dictate that those who cannot fend for themselves, become the target of those who can…so these creatures strike, preying upon the wounded beast. Its scratches quickly get pulled open as the rest of the herd begins to dig in.
That’s just how life goes in Arcadia, brothers and sisters. You run with certain crowds long enough, and they start to look for any sign of weakness among them. The moment you show a slight scratch of it, they’ll smell the blood…and their instinct will kick in, stirring up a feeding frenzy.
How fortunate are we then, brethren, that a good and loving Zion protects us from such predators? We are granted a level of sanctuary that not all in Arcadia can lay claim to…isn’t that right, Blue Shark?
Your circle of trust, The Kingdom…they were the pack you ran with, were they not? Yet it seems to me that something’s happened…and now, you’re wounded. I can just about see the scratches you’re covered in…I can almost smell the blood dripping.
Your pack has seemingly turned on you, somehow…and that leaves you vulnerable to a greater predator. One not afraid to pick at the scraps, for the greater good. See, I run with a pack of my own now, Sharkie…I am entrusted to their survival.
The damage your herd has caused you is precisely the opening I will exploit. Tearing away at the cuts left behind, exposing you for what you are as I protect the integrity of my people by stopping the potential predator from destroying them.
And then, by order of Zion himself…I will present you as an offering. The people I serve will be treated to a delicious meal in honor of him. They need to feed, after all…and you’re just the meal to satisfy their hunger.
With the grand hunter vanquished, our kingdom can turn our eyes to the return of our king, forever shall he reign. Ours will be a safe haven from the creatures that roam Arcadia, truly a sanctuary to behold.
A time of peace is soon upon us, my brethren. It’s what Zion would want, after all…and what Zion wants, Zion gets.