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The Beginning
In a village to the far north, there was telling of a wise old pigeon who once said, "In the times to come, there will be a hero who will lead the pigeons to victory."
A few years later, a pigeon came flying down from the sky. He was large for a pigeon, with black feathers and blood filled eyes. He claimed to have flown all over the earth, watching the never ending wars taking place. He wanted to stop it, but said that only with the help of the pigeons could he. Of course, all were eager to help.
And so we built nests, and so we learned to use are waste products as ammo, and so we learned to coo instead of cluck or caw.
All were happy until the Mysterious Meat came with their soldiers of Spinach and Sausages. Our hero, for whom we had built a sacred temple of mud clay, ate a large meal, grabbed some peanuts, and flew out to battle.
It was a massacre.... but with glory.
The Mystery Meat had sling shots filled with Spinach covered Sausages. Let me remind you, spinach is dangerous alone because they are able to part into multiple spinaches and can stick to oneself. Sausages will never break, are never hurt, and it's near impossible to kill one.
So there were Spinach covered Sausages being flung into the air and hitting our pigeons. Luckily for us, when a creature dies, it lets out all its waste products, so the pigeons would let out all their toxic waste which would boil the sausages, spinach, and mysterious meat to a crisp. (The pigeons can eat poisoned food, doesn't matter, comes out all the same)
The pigeons seemed to be gaining some ground so they brought out their explosive peanuts, chewed off an end, and threw the peanuts down on the enemy.
In the end, the enemy was wiped out, but so was most of our own race. The body count was about 5,000,000enemies killed and 850,000 of the pigeons killed. Our hero came back to his temple covered in the ketchup of his enemies. He told us "There is of no need for me to stay any longer. I will leave you now but will return in a time of great peril."
"At least tell us your name good hero!" we said to him.
He smiled a weary smile and said, "My name is Yutario."
And so it is today that Yutario is worshipped, for he looked out of his coven and saw our need of him so he came to us. In years past, Yutario was seen flying above the earth. Always moving, never stopping. He had taught us how to live, how to fight, how to worship, and so we worship him. For he is our savior, he is the bringer of death, he is the bringer of life, he is the forgiver, our holy pigeon.
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