You poor, poor souls. Have you not been gifted the right to talk? It is your choice to make this story to go round. If but one of you speaks up the story may continue! But alas, you cannot speak I believe. Thus, the story may remain in a stalemate until this is settled. For now, me and the god of stories will play a game of chess. I'm going first. I move my kings pawn. God plays the caro-khan. I castle, he moves his queen in, and it's checkmate. Dang.