[ WP ] God has grown tired of all violence , hatred and bigotry that goes on in his name and decides to do something about it .

The year is 2021. Leaders from the all the major nations and religions, as well as many smaller nations, convene at the site that was once Mecca, to attend the Second Annual Religious Summit. 
 
 With the formal introductions and initial speeches over, it was time to get down to business. `` First order of business'', said the President Elect, `` is Climate Change.'' 
 
 A moment passes as the translators do their work, followed by jeers arising from some of the officials, quickly silenced by the President's gavel. 
 
 `` We're not here to assign blame, we're here to do something about it! It affects us all, state and individual, servant and king.'' Bellowed the President. 
 
 `` Why should n't we assign blame where blame is due? ``, demanded a voice with a thick East African accent. `` I'm sure we can all agree that it was the so called *First World* that created this problem? Why, then, are Equatorial nations such as mine burdened with the labour to clean up *their* mess?'' 
 
 The President scrunches her eyes and pinches her nose in a show of frustration. `` This... again?'' she mumbles. Taking a firm grasp of her gavel, raising it aloft, preparing to once again silence this'blame game' that always seems to arise. A voice interrupts her train of thought and action, to spout `` Well if you Godless heathens would just accept the way of God into your hearts and be Christened, I'm sure many of your then-Christian Brothers would come to your aid!'' 
 
 An argument erupts. The President is too stunned by what she just heard to react. Her translator starts shuffling papers, causing a minor discomfort in her ear, followed by mumbles of `` wait..I though New Beijing *was* Christian...'' 
 
 Dozens of officials start shouting profanities at each other, simply ignoring the President's furious attempts to regain order. 
 
 In a strange moment of clarity - one of those moments where time seems to slow down and you become acutely aware everything around you - the President suddenly noticed the light fading, almost as if it were being sucked out of the vast room. She looked up to see only a clear sky outside, then looked back down only to see all the bulbs start to flicker at once, then simply cut out. 
 
 In the darkness, security personnel came flooding out of every door. Dozens of small drones with bright spotlights descended from their hidden homes in the ceiling, sweeping the room for threats. 
 
 Then suddenly, a light started coalescing in the centre of the room, just a few feet off the ground. The drone with their spotlight whipped around and focused on it, as did all the security personnel with their guns and torches. 
 
 The mass seemed to swirl endlessly inward; a storm of wind and light. 
 
 After a few moments it visibly slowed, then burst forth like a tiny galaxy. 
 
 `` ***Enough! ***'' Blasted a voice, sweet and soft, yet as has hard as stone and as angry as a volcano. 
 
 Everyone just stopped, frozen in utter awe.. 
 
 The tiny galaxy sucked inward again, stabilising down to slowly spinning ball of light. 
 
 The voice started talking again, this time with a sense of frustration more than anything else. `` I am sick and tired of you people using my name to push your twisted sense of morality. You managed to create this forum for your world's people, so I think it's about time that you all, and I, sat down and had a nice, long talk...''
