Past empty lots and early graves -- those like you who lost their way --

[newredshoes]

Once upon a time, lindensphinx invented the absolute coolest meme ever, and wrote a really amazing Winters & Nixon drabblet for it. (I am still hoping, somewhere, somehow, when her schedule stops eating her alive quite so much, that she writes more BoB fic. I am willing to wait. ♠) I have been trying to think how to adapt it to my plays (inasmuch as I'm more

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Then never was man true.

[newredshoes]

Oh, he laughed when they bound him. The opportunity was there, and so little of it would come his way as the years wore on and the mountains would not escape him.

"It is men did this to you," the hapless forger tried to tell him. "You brought this on yourself."

"Men!" He laughed again, louder and harder, and the sky threatened to crack at it. "Humankind is my gift to the gods, to Zeus most of all." The irons sizzled as the hammers flashed. Prometheus fought, but mostly as a gesture.

"Men," he choked out, as the binders held him still. "My greatest gift. Don't you see it? Don't you see it, Father Zeus? Be good to them always, Brontios, Astrapios. Live well and forever. I made them just like me."