My name is oatmeal. In 1943 my house, in Russia was bombed by Nazis. The house caught fire and my parents burned to death, I watched them burn. I watched my life burn away. I knew it was over. By the time I got out of the fire I was badly burned, and was covered in a white soot. For the next 5 years I marauded the area near my hometown killing all people who were more happy than me.