Sorry I couldn't update as i planned, creating this character sheet takes extremely long... Some ripped off humor, sigh… when can I get to the good years already…

2930 BCE, Sumeria.

One of the City stated yelled out; "I think the mood is slightly unstable!"

"The mood is Very Unstable!" Another City state rebutted.

"Can't we just be friends?" Another City-state asked.

"Screw you!" The others yelled.

As you can see, the mood in Sumeria's house was very unstable.

During the Ancient era, Sumeria was a collection of hostile and protective city-states. It was a rather unstable era.

"I wish these dudes would stop fighting!" Sumeria complained. He looked at Babylon, who was once again, gardening. "Listen to me bro!"

But Babylon repied with a simple "Uh-huh." Just like always. He would keep doing that at regular 30-second intervals. Maybe if some new nations spawned up, he could get some sucker to talk to him.

"I'll burn their cities down, that's for sure. Yeah, that's what I'll do, those bastards…"

"Uh-huh."

"I'll invent something! Something that lets me see farther away! No…"

"Uh-huh."

"Some black powder that explodes!" He paused. "No…"

"Uh-huh."

"Maybe even… something… that allows me to… record items… and use them as pictures! Only… instead of pictures, I'll use lines!"

"Aren't you getting off topic?"

"Right, right. I'll-OW!" He suddenly banged his foot against some hard, brown metal. Only it wasn't brown. It was something… something hard, something long, something that held true potential… "I have an idea!"

Sumeria ran into the crafting room, and lit a fire into a stove. He threw the metal in there, and left.

One week later…

He pulled something out, using a shovel, and saw something deformed. He frowned, but realized it had melted, and panicked. It fell into water, and began to instantly cool.

"Awesome."

He pulled the metal out, and there was a long, sharp spear.

"Lame."

He threw it back in, and took it back out, to see a battle axe.

"Boring."

He threw it in again, to pull out an Ak-47.

"What the heck?"

He threw it in again, and pulled it out again. His eyes were amazed as he pulled out the very epitome of bronze weaponry. He had pulled out the grandest of all weapons. Not as random as a bow, or as clumsy as a stone, but a more elegant weapon, for a more, civilized, bronze age.

Sumeria ran off to show Babylon.

"A coupon for Goofy Goober's?" Babylon asked, actually surprised.

"No, not the sticker on the sword, the freaking sword!"

"Oh. Cool Gardening tool."

"It's not a gardening tool!"

Babylon snatched it out of his hands. He tested it out on a few weeds, and they cut through them like butter. "Gardening tool." Babylon teased.

"I don't need you!" Sumeria took the weapon back. "Besides, you have to be very careful! Otherwise, you'll end up kil-" He put the sword behind him, with such force, he lost grip.

"Uh…" Babylon muttered. The sword flew straight. In the distance, a young man walked towards Babylon and Sumeria.

"YOU"RE GONNA GET HIT! YOU'RE GONN-"

The sword finally stopped, landing in Arabia's head.

"GAH! SORRY DUDE! DON'T KILL ME! I SURRENDER!" Sumeria gasped in horror.

Arabia smiled. He barely managed to get out; "D-d-don't w-worry. I respawn in a few throusand years…" Then, Arabia suddenly disappeared.

"You killed Arabia!" Babylon yelled.

"Eh, he said it was okay. " Sumeria shrugged, uncaring, now the fact that Arabia was dead.

"You are pathetic!"

"Eh, I'll do the same to the city-states. On-ho!"

Before Babylon could stop him, Sumeria dashed out the door.

One day later…

The city-states were still bickering.

"That's it! I'm ending this, now!" Sumeria yelled.

All the city-states turned.

" How?" One asked.

"Well, You wanna know? Cause, I've, like, got a Freaking sword!" Sumeria pulled it out of his sheath so hard, that it went flying.

Suddenly, a figure was in the distance.

"Good news everybody, God said I could come back sooner!" Arabia said.

Suddenly, the sword cleaved through his head like butter.

In a show of patience, he still didn't get mad. Arabia's spirit left his body. "Bye everyone again!" It called.

Suddenly, Arabia's spirit went up and up and up to the heavens, a sweet, white bliss. Angels welcomed him to heaven, while the choir sang.

Suddenly, the city-states all looked at Sumeria.

For Sumeria, there was one killer tactic left.

He rolled up into a ball, and begged not to be hit.

"Don't kill me! Please! I have a coupon for Goofy Goobers!" he screamed.

But the city-states ignored him, and continued bickering.

...Well, PLEASE REVIEW!