Don't have to read this, it's just cool. I'll summarize it.

Plane crashes in the middle of nowhere, just the pilot and You, You have plenty of water but no food.
Find a herd of Fluffy Ponies. They drive you away, severely over-estimating their strength and your lack of it.
They constantly hound you, pounding on the plane when you sleep.
After 3 days of starvation, you finally find a berry bush.
Eat some, go for a bucket. Come back, it's gone.
The fluffy ponies ate it.
Flip the fuck out.
Kill their leader the "smarty friend" brutally, announce that they belong to YOU now and you will eat whichever one you want.
Spend months feeding off the heard, executing any "smarty friends" that try to over throw you in horrible ways, taking 3 or 4 fluffies from the HUNDREDS a day, whatever you need to survive.
You finally get rescued.
In the end, turns out you had a fluffy pony back home.

This is why the idea of god scares me. Fluffy ponies? That's us.
You are god.
We spit in your eye and try to rebel against you all fucking day long.
And the moment, the exact second, we pose a credible threat to YOUR survival,
All mercy within you dies. We are the enemy. You are bigger, smarter, stronger, and better.
And no matter how much you love fluffy ponies, you are going to kill. And kill. And kill.
Sometimes brutally and angrily because we pissed you off. And because we have the sheer gall to think we could take you, no matter how many of us there were.
We're stupid, selfish, single-minded, and numerous.
If a god-like being exists, he's just looking out for his own. Trying to survive. And the instant we pose a threat to that survival... we're fucked.