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November 9, 2005

The Eschatologist: In Their Own Image

He turned the chest cavity over in his dirty, reddened hands. Snorting with irritation, he threw the torso down and cursed.

"Artificer! I have more parts!"

He looked up and grimaced at the canine headed thing rolling in a cart of extra limbs - arms, legs, heads. They'd been at work at them all night, and the overtime was killing his normally pleasant demeanor.

"Leave them!" The cowering dog fled immediately.

"Wait... these are all wrong!" He tossed the cart across the cavern, smashing the flawed work.

Hephaestus hated those pigfuckers on Olympus whining about new worshippers, even artificial ones.

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Comments

Just finished reading Olympos, did we? :)

Posted by: Stacy at November 9, 2005 1:18 PM · Permalink

No, but I did just start it. ;)

Posted by: The Eschatologist at November 9, 2005 1:27 PM · Permalink

Hah. Hephaestus does indeed have a remarkably foul mouth.

Posted by: Stacy at November 10, 2005 5:43 AM · Permalink

I can't believe it, my co-worker just bought a car for $66048. Isn't that crazy!

Posted by: Betsy Markum at April 8, 2006 8:10 PM · Permalink