(in the future) Here,in Greece we have Zeus,God of thunder,Hades,God of the underworld,Ares,God of war. *who's that?* Oh. That's Kratos,the most boring one of them all. God of soup. )Grease( whenever God of war two takes place B.D. BOI! yelled kratos. BOI! BRING ME A LADLE! Caliope then brought him a ladle confused as to why he was calling her "BOI." Kratos was making soup cursed eternally to have pots chained to his wrists. During the great cook-offs he had asked the God of cooking to beat all of his enemies,and in return he would serve the God of cooking eternally.
Kratos had regretted that day ever since. Not because he hated the God,but mainly because the pots attached to his wrists weren't very convenient or comfortable. Plus it wasn't even that big a deal if he'd lost. All in all it was just a really bad decision. One day Zeus thundered over-head and told Kratos to come to Mount Olympus. He obliged,once Kratos was there Zeus informed him that he'd heard that the God of cooking had a new apprentice. Yes. said Kratos. I am the God of soup. Zeus replied. Well than make us some soup. After that Kratos went flying through the pantry. putting anything and everything into a wrist-pot,boiling it,and serving God tasted it and spat it out in disgust. Did you seriously use every us-damn thing in the pantry?! asked Zeus. NO! stated Kratos it was him! shouted Kratos as he pointed at his master. Dammit Jeffrey! This is the last straw! The Gods then killed the God of cooking and Kratos returned home to find that he'd left the stove on. The ashes of his burnt food clung to his skin as he realized what he'd done. His wife and daughter were fine,but his food had perished,the one thing that brought him happiness in this world,burnt.