The Bible of Grassatopians

Pre-Life

In the beginning, a single open field of tall grass stood without life nor death, fear nor courage, revenge nor forgiveness. A lay this sandbox, ready for any creator it saw fit to oversee thine creation... Nothingness... Emptiness...Spacial loft for any bearer of burden.
From the field rose a celestial being, one that seemed to bring light to the world. I single chirp could be heard in the midst of the field. One grasshopper climbed to the top of the blade of grass and looked out into the the rest of the open world. He was the first in creation. The cricket thought to himself "if I am first, I should've been able to create myself into existence. Therefore, I should create my own into the world,'' as he was right. So he created 3 grasshoppers. The first was an extremely muscular male grasshopper, with the need to bring good to the world. A second, female grasshopper was created for the super buff, Arnold Schwarzenegger of a cricket. This one represented love, passion, will to live, all that jazz. The third, final cricket represented evil, pain, suffering, and ignorance. This one, however, was very scrawny and physically weak.
The first cricket is given the duty to mate with the second one. They both are very romantic in the process. It was a great night for the two grasshoppers. The next day, the third cricket meets up with the first and says
''She doesn't actually love you, you'll never fall in love any ways,'' the cricket lashed out.
''Stop it. I don't like it,'' the good cricket whimpered.
''I don't care what you say, I'm gonna keep doing this. You might as well run away,'' said the third, smaller cricket.
The first cricket ran to the Celestial grasshopper and said '' why does this cricket hate me. Why have you created him.''
'' You must not run from him, but run at your fears with all the courage your heart can hold. You represent all the good in this world, and he is weak. He may seem tough, but he's just a sad old cricket if you ask me,'' said the grasshopper with glee. The first cricket knew what he needed to do.
The very next day, the first cricket confronted the evil cricket and just flat out beat his face in. Like I'm talking about blood flying everywhere. On all the grass, all the dirt, and even the hut the family of the first two started to build.
But releasing the evil crickets soul became a more terrible product, true evil. we call these now lawn mowers, and these are pure terroristic machines. The first knew what he did. And since he cause it, he chose to fix it, even at the cost of his own life.