several hundred years ago, some english chaps sailed to this continent, and to their dismay came across a few thousand natives. somehow we convinced them and managed to strike a deal of food with them. this turned into a giant feast at some sort of peaceful gesture as face value. afterward we forgot about that big event (like us americans do so often and quickly), and we managed to scoop up the remaining natives that we hadnt yet killed and put them in reservations on a few isolated areas of land out of the way after pushing them as far west as we could without them having to make some life rafts. we now continue the big feast every year without them. its called thanksgiving...