The Chaos One knew not how he was born, nor did he care. He seen a vast, empty world below and he decided that this world stall be his kingdom of chaost. This entity had one simple objective, to entertain himself however he so wished. He seen there was creatures on the surface, and decided that they shall be his minstrels of madness. The Chaos One pondered what he wanted to do with his newly gained property and contemplated. 

Then he got an idea, he would scramble there DNA into something happened! The idea was exciting. He toyed with their DNA, causing many die and didn't really help or hinder those who survived. Breaking down their genes and scrambling and trying to find out what made it tick was fun. He made completely random codes that seemed to have little to no purpose, but it was cool they was there. Maybe they would useful later, or maybe not. 

He made his amoebas highly aggressive. The Chaos One noticed that there was other creatures on this planet, and they was no under his sphere. He was not bothered by this. What fun would his games be if there was not another player? It was awe-inspiring to think there might be another player in his game of madness, or more, or maybe some higher comsic force but as he thought deeper into this, he got bored and went back to messing with the amoeba DNA. 

[hider=Chaos One] 10%- Amoebas 
0%- Free 
90- Undeveloped [/hider]