This is a story. A story about one man's attempt to create a beautiful and perfect world for all those who would eventually live there. However, many of those people were naughty and did naughty things, which made this man and his story into a very sad man and story.This man's vision of a paradise was soon scoffed down like a sweet red apple and reduced to nothing but a sour half-eaten green apple.One and a half millennia later the man, still alive but now diagnosed with some dissocaiative disorder, is long forgotten and is only partially mentioned in some dusty oldfangled history book in some ancient abandoned library guarded by an even more ancient and dusty librarian.

Below is not a continuation of that story. Nevertheless, after reading the previous sentence below and then writing one of your own, don your peril-sensitive sunglasses to view the entire story.