Basically this jerk called Ryan nearly died in a storm on a boat that was caused by a bored griffin looking thing. The griffin turned Ryan into a god just so it could see what would happen if the person in charge of a world was a jerk. So basically everyone who was on board survived the storm and woke up beached on this tiny island and everyone was turned into furries yay so anyway Ryan was the only one there that wasn't a known animal and he had interesting powers. Some people were weirded out and tried to leave but every time, a wave forced them back to the beach, wrecking their raft. They gave up and built a village, while Ryan messed around with his powers. A few years go by and Ryan has shaped the island like a giant cat because why not? He made himself king and had many close to him. By now he was worried he would die of old age or something so he tried to create a clone of himself but he messed up and made Rocky (more info on Rocky later) who ran away and Ryan was like "Oh, no! Anyway,". By now the cities were huge so there was crime everywhere. Some close friends of his suggested making unique items that would be used to stop crime. He was like "Ok but if it doesn't work you're fired." So he got his enchantment table and some lapis lazuli and slapped magic into some random objects, and each had different elemental powers. Wow so original I know. Anyway Ryan enchanted his own weapon with dark magic bc he's an edgy boi. His friends were like "No that's bad" and they fought over it like 3 year olds and Ryan no-clipped away. He's not been seen since. Some guy called Basil took the throne. Yeet
