There once was an island named Zeus, because a very long time ago, when everyone on the island was behaving badly, Zeus looked down and decided that he had to change the people. He checked the bible of his god (God) to look for ideas of how to do it. First he came across the book of Exodus and decided that although using the sea to kill everyone was an interesting feat, he didn't want to part it like Moses, because that would do absolutely no harm whatsoever to the people. Because he decided that would be pointless, he kept looking, and not long afterwards found the story of Noah's ark. He found that that would be a good way to rid the people of the island, but then noticed one small detail in particular. God had kept one man alive during this purging of the people. Digging way deep in his brain, back to his impossible-to-spell-her-name teacher back in Eighth grade, to figure out if after doing that, the world stayed good like God had wanted. What he discovered was something he didn't want. He figured out that when God left Noah, the purest human in the world, alive to start a new world, humans are, were, and shall be, humans, and that didn't work out so well. A few thousand years after Noah, places like Philadelphia, and Pittsburgh came into being, were more people were being shot, murdered, and other things that would cause this blog to be blocked by WebSense. He decided he didn't want this and decided to massacre the people of the island in an unprepared, pop-murder (kind of like a pop-quiz).