[ WP ] You are a sociopath in a post apocalyptic environment , describe how you remake society

I had no practical skills to survive it, you did n't hold power in this world knowing how to hunt or build a fire. Cunning however went a long way in a wasteland. 
 
 
 That's how it started. I was just compensating for the skills I lacked. It seemed like the obvious route. 
 
 
 A king does n't need skills. A king needs subjects. 
 
 
 I started with the children, what few of them there were. Small and scared and cut off from everything they know, it's easy to make them love you. A warm place to sleep and a scrap of food and suddenly you're the father they thought was gone forever. 
 
 
 In those first months I was just that, a father. I was cold because it would make them fight for my approval. I was cruel because it would teach them distrust. I turned them into what I needed them to be so that I could maintain my own life. 
 
 
 When my scavengers and thieves were discovered I turned that to and advantage. A doe eyed child can bring so many instincts to the fore. Soon I was more than some Dickensian master of thieving children. 
 
 
 I had men and women now who looked to me for guidance. It was just as well, even the best trained child is so often useless. 
 
 
 I was still their father though, regardless of age. 
 
 
 My authority needed to be absolute and unchallenged. I had the strong willed killed outright, though I told my subjects that they had been cast out for sins. It did n't matter which, they had no reason to question my wisdom or judgement. I was their father. 
 
 
 I gathered subjects as quickly as I could. Numbers provided me strength and gave my rule legitimacy. Our territory grew. The dark and damp hiding grounds that had been my original refuge were too small for the people that hung on my every word like the thoughtless drones they were. 
 
 
 I set them to work, rebuilding the world as I needed it to be. Society as it was could n't work. Not with the lack of resources and the lawlessness of the wastes. Things needed to be stronger. No room for the petty bickering that most people engaged in. I needed other to be strong for me to survive and for them to be strong, a strong hand needed to rule over them in absolute. 
 
 
 Though it hardly resembled its European brothers, my castle was strong. Smaller than most and a patchwork of materials it was perhaps not aesthetically pleasing but it was strong. 
 
 
 The walls came next, like the castle itself it was not what you might call'great'. It was once again, ugly, and patchwork, and strong enough to hold. 
 
 
 I divided the land. My most loyal and useful had the lion's share. The rest, well, I made them understand how grateful they should be for what I had given them. A king needs to reward his subjects but his subjects need to understand their place. 
 
 
 Some did n't like this but their coup was short. I knew how to make people love me and the few that forsake me were nothing against the ocean of loyalty. When it ended and examples had been made I had a crown forged. Like my castle and my wall and my wasteland it was ugly and patchwork but it made me the symbol that I needed to be. 
 
 
 When the world ended I had no practical skills to live in the wasteland but I had my cunning and through it I had what I needed. 
 
 
 I was something before the fall but I am a king now.
