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Once upon a time there was a young man named Jesus. Jesus was a kind and loving child but he had the burden of knowledge beyond his years. He lived his life being kind and compassionate and trying to spread this message to all but usually finding it end in his deeds being thrown back in his face. One day it dawned on him as he poured his brother some milk that he wished he could change it to something else as he and his brother had had a fight earlier. Much to his surprise the milk turned to piss as his annoying brother drank it. It was then he realized that he was the son of the God who's ideals he had promoted. He immediately began to tell people who thought him crazy, so his parents hid him away for 20 years. He never forgot his morals but he also remembered who he was and practiced. Eventually he developed his abilities to the point where he had to separate them. The left hand was the smiting hand, and the right was the healing hand. He kept that in mind constantly. Till one day Zom the icky bastard ran up to him attempting to give him a hug. It was instantly confusing and the young Christ did what anyone would do, he put up both of his hands and as the man touched he said what he had practiced. "Zom be..." He wanted to say cleansed but too late he realized that he had touched with both hands instead of the prefered. Thus you have the first Zombie...the end.
