You know, everyone's running around celebrating my supposed "birthday", but they don't understand what it was all about. In the beginning, I was just a small guy...a nobody.
Heck, I had to make crucifixes for the Romans just to get some attention. That's when I began to notice my powers and I heard the voice telling me I was God's son. I had the Holy Ghost within me.
And when you're the Son of God, it's just that much easier to mentally explode the heads of those bastard kids who kept stealing my best hammers.
