Garang de Mabior, “defends” the south from the rapacious government mujahideen. Ngangala and Lobonok are like many other front lines, for they were in constant flux like my maps. Only the local layout of stones, trees, and strategic hills varied; to the Divine Gamesman, they were nothing more than a temporary cluster of arrows darting in every direction, like the steady, random emissions from a radioactive isotope.