The “God” whom all humanity worships is merely a cosmic slacker who’s grown bored of watching the universe’s reality show.
On winter solstice night, the skies across the world fell silent, and I was chosen as one of the Five Keys.
My teammates: a control-freak commander, a genius who despises emotions, an old man who only wants to fix everything, and a mother willing to destroy the world for her daughter.
Our test: within seven days, prove to this being, bored for all eternity, why a walking paradox deserves to go on existing.
So we decided:
To settle who would die with rock-paper-scissors.
To explain the meaning of civilization through doodles.
To overturn the tribunal with one great collective act of slacking off.
They’ve waited twelve thousand years to see a “perfect answer.”
We’re determined to give them the loudest, messiest, most human one.
