Well, you know, my story is kinda weird, but here goes, in 1978 I was born on a flying carpet circling the moon,while my father did battle with the phantoms, my mom had me on the floor and when she stood up, so did I, and I devoured all the phantoms, and I said "i want more", so I tore open a whole in space to a place I guess you could call hell, I never found Satan, so I consumed all the monsters, and all the demons, and all the damned as well(they were just standing there watching me, it was too weird.) my parents were following me, watching all this. So, my dad asked "What now?" I didn't know what to tell him, so i "grabbed" a hunk of reality, again, and tore it open, and i think it was heaven, at least it tasted that way. Very relaxing, I thought to my self as I digested God, and I wondered,"what else is there?"
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