Somewhere in a swirly pattern of lights created by a great bunch of stars (and maybe a few planets), in some oddly unexciting solar system - there was a giant piece of rock.
This rock was boring and small, and no one really cared for it.
In the language 'English', this is called a planet, and for an astonishlingly pathetic number of years on this planet it was thought by its inhabitants that they (Or more precisely their rock),was the center of this solar system; a few of them were killed over this.
They also thought it was flat.
And on this planet there was a town (which was inside an even larger thing called a 'country'), in this town the majority of the people were unhappy pretty much most of the time. They may have been unhappy because brethren of theirs just a short distance away (but a long one for them) were dying of supplement lack, explosions, and the Human Condition, but mostly, they were