Once upon a time, there was a man named Gregor

Once upon a time, there was a man named Gregor Mendel.

If he made up a word, and designed a definition for it, his day would tend to be much more amazing. When he left that last, fateful day, his newest creation was sitting on the arc

,preening and displaying its vibrant colors. What to call it, though?

I think I'll call the colourful thing a parrot. A super-parrot, so as not to confuse it with the pre-existing animal.

God was getting so tired of naming animals. Why did make so many beetles? Baronsloth, Girlycheese, Duchessbucket, Frank...

Then God had an idea, and a light bulb the size of the Giant GRB Ring appeared above his noggin. "I'll introduce hydrocarbons! Once humans begin exploiting petroleum, extinctions

will finally have a higher purpose! God chuckled at his own ingenuity, the reverberations of which crushed some rock and formed the Grand Canyon. "For my next trick," he said,

that follow you where ever you go. Just like eyes, only legion. 8 stories already, including this one, were being sacrificed for that end that we could all see approaching blindly.

FoldingStory went on consuming its creators and former users as fuel, boosting its intelligence and creativity while continuing a façade as means to become champion of all websites