In 15,000 B.C., a guy named Og found a lightning struck tree with a dead critter in it. Mmmmm... tasty he said. So Og decided to take some of the fire home to the missus. Unfortunately, he didnt have any pockets, so he invented the torch, and carried the fire back to the cave in his hand along with some cooked meat in the other hand. Needless to say, the missus was impressed with the gifts, and soon found herself a new occupation. Googing (Cooking was invented later). The next day while Og was out looking for more food, the goog let the fire go out. Try as he might, he couldnt find a live coal. And going back to the burnt tree, there was no glowing coal there either. So he galumphed home dejected with only the nest of bird eggs he had found. Now Ogs family was none too thrilled about sucking down raw eggs again, and while they sat around arguing over whos fault it was that the fire went out, Ogs young son, Pyro, began chanting and twirling sticks and stones around in the birds nest. Suddenly, smoke appeared! Magic! (Note the invention of scrambled eggs here).
Years went by as the fire was tended carefully, and young Pyro grew in to Cavemanhood. Again, the fire was unattended for too long and it went out. He tried in vain to recall the words of the chant, but to no avail. His own young son ( still unnamed as was customary until a child reached an age where he was considered a cave-person) acted out what his father was explaining with the birdnest, sticks and stones but without mumbling a word.
Poof! Fire!! So they cooked the meal and celebrated by naming Pyros young son. Pyro Junior!! This time the secret of the making of fire was carefully preserved, improved upon, and handed down from generation to generation to this day. And quite frequently now, a new Pyro is born! Congratulations!:thumbup:
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