What? Why?

There is a house. It's not interesting. There's absolutely nothing special about it. It's one of thirteen houses on the same street that look exactly alike. The people who live in it are not interesting. They are the average family. There is one father, one mother, one son, and one daughter. They attend a nondenominational Christian Church. The son likes football, and the daughter likes football players. The family has meatloaf every Wednesday. There is no way in the whole of creation that they would be important. So, riddle me this, Batman- why did it start there? Why? Is there any reason, or just because. Let me tell you a little story and see if you still want to die.

There was, in the old days, a castle. This castle contained everyone that should be in a castle, you know, kings and queens and knights and prisoners and spies and traitors and ninjas and turtles named Alphonse. There were also quite a few pirates. They all spoke Esperanto except the one named Hendrix. He actually was from the future, and came in a little blue box. He was spying on the pirates in the castle (who sailed there on a ship, despite that this particular castle was twenty-seven miles inland.) Then they were all eaten by parasite Nazi zombies. The End.

Make sense? Good.