You appear in front of the tribe in a glistening light, and you're thinking that you should probably think of an interesting appearance. Oh well, first things first, these people have called you and you're here to help them. You speak to the tribe:
"Mortals, listen closely and do as I say. You are gathered here today because you're hungry, because the hunt has not been successful. You are desperate, so desperate means are to be taken. Build 2 groups. NOW!!!
The tribes form two groups, looking with awe at your divine presence.
"And now feast on one another, the group to win gets to eat the other."
Anguish and cries of despair are heard amongst many tribesmembers. A blonde long haired individual of group A steps up to speak.
"We are not going to eat eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa---"
He was stabbed by the meanest of group B and wow were the people of group A decimated quickly.
After fifteen minutes of gorey bloodfest, the preparations for the dinner are made.
Gorgoroth, the mean stabber, a man of bulky stature and strong muscles, sits at the head of the group and celebrates himself in passion.
"Now mortals begin to worship me and you will always have enough food."
"How can we worship you best, can we honor you somehow?" asks Miranghra a beautiful redhaired woman.
Good question. How can we manifest their faith on the face of this Earth?