Rated M for possible drug use, alcohol, and maybe a kinky god or two.
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"Welcome to the New Valhalla! No... no one knows the Norse gods. Welcome, to the New Heaven! No... that makes it sound like normal people live here... I know! Welcome to the NEW OLYMPUS!"
"Why do we have to call it the New Olympus? Why can't we call it regular Olympus?"
"Because the old gods are dead."
"Can't we gloss over that?"
"No, Carl, we can't. Bastard."
"Your mike is on."
"What?!"
"Your mike is o-"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"
"I just did."
"Fuck off. Well everyone," Anera peeked out the curtain of the stage. She walked onto the stage, glaring at Carl. "I guess you heard me. Welcome, to the NEW OLYMPUS!" she swept her arms wide, the music coming from no where swelled, and... nothing. "Damnit, Carl. I told you to cut the rope, and the curtain will fall down, and... just... Damnit Carl." The curtains fell. "There you go, Carl." A generic sounding round of applause came... also from no where. Oh well. "Here is where y'all will live and govern the natural laws of reality for eternity!" she swept her arms again, and showed of a very nice looking neighborhood. So far, there were five mansions, each decorated and built in different styles. Around the houses, there were redwood trees, and the town was surrounded by a forrest. Nymphs walked around, talking, carrying goods. Beyond the mansions, there was stores and such. Everything was open air, which was actually the void of space. Cool. She turned away, and walked off stage, removing her mike. She snapped her fingers, and the stage dissappeared in a bread-smelling puff. "Jesus Christ, Carl, get your shit together." She sighed. It was her first day as Queen of the Gods, and already Carl was being a bastard.
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