In the beginning, God created dinosaurs.

While pleased with His creations, they were still lacking.

After a time, He wiped the slate clean and created Mankind.

They worshiped Him as the dinosaurs were unable to.

And it was good.

Man gazed in wonder at the behemoths that came before them, wonderful and terrible beasts.

“Surely, we were created in His image!” they cried as they pointed at the bones.

“Why shouldn’t we do the same as Him?” Man asked of the sky.

Once more, dinosaurs lived, a bastardization of order.

And it was good.

Man remained unsatisfied with his creation and sought to perfect it.

Trial and error, death and mutation; the careful manipulation of the genome.

His hand turned against his brethren in shameful ways that made God weep softly.

But at last his work was done, the perfect dinosaur had been created.

And it was Murder.