The Toy Soldiers of My Childhood Had Eight Thousand Tricks.

My childhood toy soldiers were taken away by alien legions... I fed them when they were hungry, healed them when they were sick, and built a city for them. Their mage taught me how to practice martial arts, the dwarves helped me work, and the elves stood guard in the middle of the night to prevent mice from stealing rice. I thought I was raising an army. Until I discovered that the title of their meeting read: "About Expansion Site Selection and Plan to Kill Me"...