(prometheus unbound? not really.)
*enter a young man (though he really is neither), hauling behind a heavy-looking stone with an equally heavy-looking chain tied about his wrist -- he does not, as might be understandable, look particularly tired, but he does look rather bitter and disheveled*
Hullo.
Is the foul, corrupt and wretched tyrant noble god Zeus here? I thought I should tell you, your son killed your bird. Yes, your son -- yea tall, not very bright, like a big, hulking house with nothing upstairs? Of course, you do have a lot of sons, as I'm sure your jealous shrew lovely wife has noticed. I take it I'm free to go? Unless you've got a back-up plan.
Well. While I'm here, I might as well introduce myself to the kids. My name's Prometheus, a titan, and your creator a few eons removed. I heard there were a couple of plays written about me ... haven't read any of them yet, but I might pick one up soon. The world seems to be full of free time when there isn't going to be anything eating your liver tomorrow.
... So. *looks around, with the kindly smile of a father* Anyone here like fire? ... I'd like to think it was worth ... *stops*
Dear lord Petty despot of a god, is that my brother? *delighted, really*
typist: ha ha, sorry. i was reading up on my mythology, and the idea pounced.
Hullo.
Is the foul, corrupt and wretched tyrant noble god Zeus here? I thought I should tell you, your son killed your bird. Yes, your son -- yea tall, not very bright, like a big, hulking house with nothing upstairs? Of course, you do have a lot of sons, as I'm sure your jealous shrew lovely wife has noticed. I take it I'm free to go? Unless you've got a back-up plan.
Well. While I'm here, I might as well introduce myself to the kids. My name's Prometheus, a titan, and your creator a few eons removed. I heard there were a couple of plays written about me ... haven't read any of them yet, but I might pick one up soon. The world seems to be full of free time when there isn't going to be anything eating your liver tomorrow.
... So. *looks around, with the kindly smile of a father* Anyone here like fire? ... I'd like to think it was worth ... *stops*
Dear lord Petty despot of a god, is that my brother? *delighted, really*
typist: ha ha, sorry. i was reading up on my mythology, and the idea pounced.