Once, a group of Super Sandbags sacrificed their will and performed a forbidden ritual to create the perfect warrior. They succeeded in bringing forth a formidable being indeed, only, it shared the same intellectual impediments classic to all sandbags.

In all their existence on the Motherboard, Sandbags have never been known for their cunning tactics and discipline in battle and this is one their new ground-breaking "martial-arts".

It is said that when a Sandbag dies, they shed their body and their soul takes flight. Though some consider this to be proof enough of the supposition theorizing their divine nature, there is no concrete evidence of this.

In the midst of the battlefield, it's common for troops to fall victim to sharp traps in the terrain. Recently, Sandbags have been spotted using the spikes impaled in their bodies as a defence mechanism. A thorny matter indeed.

These uncanny apparitions are born when an entity's will to not leave the motherboard is too strong. It is very common to find a wight or two lost in the void. The Fisherman says they're usually good company.

During expecially dark nights, if you were to wander alone through the Motherboard, you could encounter ethereal, floating apparitions: ghosts. These spirits are quite tricksy: try not to disturb them, or they might cast a terrible curse upon you.