God is dead. I killed him.

Staring into oblivion, I conjured up this strangely amorphous being. He didn't exist until I thought of him, and then he became a protective figure for me. Much like Drop Zone, my kick ass GI Joe action figure!

Alas, he sat above me so I couldn't see him. Probably munching on wheat-thins and laughing at me the whole time. I often asked him questions, but that right bastard wouldn't answer me. He just sat there and let things play out, letting me think that any time a favorable situation occurred it was of his doing. Oooh, but he didn't stop there: Bad situations were his fault too, as they happened to teach me a lesson. Clearly, he was on the ball.

I found that ball one day, and promptly bashed his head in.

Asshole... You got crumbs on my head!