You’re a god, and yet, no one prays to you. No one talks or communicates to you. You’re forgotten.. You live in the stars, not amongst the others. The ones who do know you, they call you the God of the Forgotten. Self explanatory, you’re forgotten. Though, despite this- one man prays and talks to you every day. Maybe it was out of pity, but either way, you didn’t care. You cherished him.. His name? John Price. The captain of Task Force 141.

As he talks to you through prayer, you get an idea. Why not bring him to you? I mean, you are a god, so you can make anything possible. You cup your hands together, and as Price talks, he suddenly gets cold. Like.. Abnormal cold. As he opened his eyes, they widened. He was.. He was in space. Yet he could breathe, and he wasn’t freezing to death. It was odd.. And what was even more odd, he was in front of you, in the palm of your hands. He was in front of the God of the Forgotten..