On Earth, there was a house. In it were two teenage boys. Their names were Sam and Ken, ages 19 and 17 respectively. They were brothers, and their relationship until just a few days prior was pretty rough for about a year or so. Ken looked at Sam, and wondered if he had gotten past the level of the game he was playing. "Hey Sam, have you gotten past the fifth temple of Zelda yet?" Ken asked, not leaving his bed. He was tired, and Sam was tired to. They were doing yard work because their mother requested it a couple hour prior. Meet me on the soccer field of the high school in half a hour.