God was having a relatively good day. He sighed, adjusting his billowing blue robes about himself before settling down in his overstuffed chair. This was gonna be fun. He loved this particular room better than all the others in his magnificent palace. This, of course, was known to his wife Suzy and all their close friends as "THE CHAMBER OF ANGST!!" The floor and walls were a deep and merky black while the ceiling was carved out of a single giant clamb shell. It shone so white against the black that the contrast was startling, and when God spoke, the cup-like shell caused the sound of his booming voice to echo all across the earth.

He stared into his coffee cup and frowned intently. There was nothing good on. In a place called New York, a geeky young man named Seymour had just received a carnivorous plant. Oh sure, the little fella was small now, but given time and a few drops of blood, the plant, called Audrey Two after the girl Seymour was sweet on, would become a holy nightmare. It would learn to speak and soon, demand a reluctant Seymour to pay the price for his new found fame. Blood.

Earlier, -- much earlier in a place called London, a man named benjamen was peeved off because a perverted judge had sent him away to Australia for a crime he didn't commit. Oh sure, the good old land down under wasn't such a bad vacation spot now, but back then, or now depending when God decided to be, the place was used as a penal colony. England sent all their vilest criminals there to serve their life sentences, confident that they could never return to their home land. But Benjamen had returned. Not only had Benjamen returned, but his feet had lead him to his old stomping grounds. Namely, a pie shop where he, his wife and daughter had lived before the powerful Judge Terpin had ripped apart their happy home. Benjamen vowed to avenge the wrongs done him, and God knew he would, … but for a price. Blood.

God sighed, twirling his white bierd thoughtfully between his fingers. By its self, each sinario was boring, but what if, just what if he could mix the two? Then, even he wouldn't know what would befall these two men in their all two similar tragedies. God laughed out loud, and, taking a breath, he began to speak.

"On the twenty-third day of the month of September
in an early year of a decade not too long before our own,
the human race suddenly encountered two deadly
threats to its very existence.
And these terrifying enemies surfaced,
as such enemies often do,
in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places."