Two masterminds hover over their latest creation, tools still clutched tightly in their hands. They are the gods, the creators of all life. With a triumphant cackle, they lift up the tray filled with the new, not yet conscious creatures, and place it into the catalyst of life. The Oven.
And that is how the story of the universe begins. Or at least, the universe relevant to them, the little oblivious beings that they are. The gods give one last chuckle, before turning to face another, beaming at yet another job well done.
That is until they realize that unlike Andrius, they don't actually know how to bake.
"So...how long do we leave them there for?" Kat wonders aloud. Obviously, the answer is to wait until everything is fully cooked. Thus, the gods decided that turning the heat on and off sporadically will do the trick, and depart, leaving the beings stirring in their wake. But little did they know that in the depths of the shadows lurked a great evil seeking to extinguish the cupcakes' existence before they even began.
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