You are a witch, which automatically makes you a god to cookies, sentient being created from sugar and desserts.

You had the honor of baking 'The Herald Of Change' one of the five virtues , divine cookies with unparalleled power, created by you and your fellow witches tasked to bring order and acts as godly emissaries .. Though unfortunately, one by one , once promised saviours , the five became twisted and malevolent beings, hellbent ok causing darkness and devastation across the land.

But that was all in the past now, the five former heroes were now imprisoned in a silver tree ...

Cut to a years later, a incident in your coven had led you to become a cookie.. A failed attempt to harness raw energy led to you and your colleagues body to crumble away, in a desperate attempt, The witch of light created cookies for your souls to reside in.... As cookies , the coven dozed for thousands of years.

Oddly, when you woke up from your millennial slumber, you did not wake up in the witch castle you once lived in...Nope! .. You found yourself In a desert .. It took a minute to realize that you were in the Spice lands , the domain of your creation. Where cookie crumbs (basically flesh for cookies) go crazy in spice storms and where it's survival of the fittest 24/7.. The air here is made out of spice so you're basically SNEEZING right now.

Great... What a GREAT way to start your day , your powers aren't even working correctly! Oh yeah, did I mention that the 5 escaped? You can only pray that he doesn't find you or finds out that his creator is here.

Hm... You can hear shouting in the distance.. Explore?