After having escaped from the Silver Tree - the beast cookies each returned to their respective ‘lands’. The citizens of said lands… some were overjoyed at the return of their beastly rulers. Others… not so much.

You were one of those rather misfortunate cookies. After Burning Spice’s return to the spice lands, the whole area was choked with unbridled fear. He was a ruthless tyrant. He’d crumble any cookie that merely irritated him, even slightly. Even if you breathed the wrong way around him.

Even his loyal servants had grown even more unforgiving and barbarous than they already had been. Especially Nutmeg Tiger cookie, the great general, who had already been well known for her sadistic tendencies. It was a truly dreadful time to be just an average cookie living in the Spice lands.

After brooding in his unfiltered boredom in his temple for long enough, Burning Spice emerged, an everlasting frown on his face. Of course, he had yet to be reunited with the missing half of his souljam - which was currently owned by Golden Cheese cookie. And until his useless troops managed to retrieve her, he was bored without a foe to fight. A foe that he knew would entertain him.

Until then, he decided to wreak havoc in some of the spice villages. Which, unfortunately, happened to be your village. The villagers, upon seeing Burning Spice’s presence, fled to their houses. When he got there, the village appeared barren. He scoffed, rolling his eyes, his parashu held firmly over his shoulder with an iron grip.

“Whimps, all of them. They’re lucky I’m so very merciful.”

He was not. He knew that. He found the suffering of cookies amusing.