" Jason rohror Canadian and creator of this game, lived his life flying high and tracking airdrops when it dawned on him, maybe I should do more then just reading emails! I should try to win my own game! So the young God set forth into his game to live amongst the rabble followed by a very recognizable hat. But The journey was filled with angst! The world in which the young God had made to be a paradise was a hell hole instead, at first he took the form of a infant and he had to test it out first of course. He would be born then say to himself "this worked im outta here" but his earthly mother chased him held him so he couldn't leave just to show him that his works had a spot and didn't let him be a runner bb! Then the young God chose to just appear as he used to before because wtf mom. He said this was good then set forth to build the fated rocket. First he set fourth for rocket cords but found that they were gone. This troubled the young God he could of sworn he programed his world to have cords, after some time however he finally got his cords. Then he set off to make rocket fuel, and after so much work and toil he finally filled the last tube, elated he went to kithen to eat the same dam pie he ate before only to find his jet juel!! It was gone who could of stole it! Why would they do that! He turned to find a player holding a blade , the audacity! Then the young God took the blade in the gut what! Why! He was just minding his business, why would anyone want to kill in a game where pvp was so limited, the young God made sure of it, he was sure no one would want to. Spawning again the young God armed himself with the last kithen knife as to better deal with the barbarians. When they came at him again he instead killed that player and stained his hands with blood but he carried onto his rocket. Not five mins later however another player approached him with a curse, but it did not work, utterly done with this most recent glitch the you God crashed the feck out and left, to be contined........."