*having given up trying to type the inglorious letter on the computer his priestess recommended; the screen not responding as well as it had previous to his fist shattering it. Smoke flowing from the blackened screen, he glazed the negotiating paper between Hercules and himself with his peculiarly seraphic signature, completing the letter and ( Read more... )

Yet another unintentional praise. I wonder if I should be offended by the mortal's abnegation of my intentional yammering propriety. Mm.. Nah. At least she enjoyed the webpage composed about me, and believes my appearance to be "appealing". *nudge-nudges*

And no, you (ie. the slapdash throngs) shall not receive a proper update until there is some ( Read more... )

Look what I found. Or rather, found me ( Read more... )

Edwin Starr is indeed deceased.

..You're welcome.

I suppose his infamous "What Is It Good For?" query has ultimately been acknowledged. Bitch.

The God of Glittery Presentation may already have an official deity, but I'm surely his zesty sidekick. A fucking ailment is blanketing my War's coverage? I do not even have half the channels anymore. It's ludicrous ( Read more... )

This little anniversary couldn't come at a more glorious time.

I've a war which has no "best before" date sticker lathered across it, which antagonizes numerous of my siblings. ..If any of you honestly believe once the "targeted man" is captured, that this siege shall terminate, you should just meander on over to Thanatos' doorway, ( Read more... )

*another bottle flips and crashes into the acreage of empties behind the couch, Ares already reaching into the case for a new beer. Left leg extended along the divan, right slung over the edge, shirtless and disheveled from days without rest, War flickers undeviating eyes over the televisions, gauging his next influencing based on the reactions of ( Read more... )

*scans from television to television to television, the undeviating Live Coverage of his piquant combat made his presence in monitoring progress far easier. Bless technology. Every jackass quasi-metaphysician of any status having an opinion on the quarrel, on the tactics used and ethics, and it was all broadcasted to him in 50 different languages. ( Read more... )

*hours after the startlingly erogenous evening, the somnolent state of his body eroded away and War awoke. An expectant hand crept up the tousled silken sheets beside him but observes through touch that his companion eludes him. Right eye unveils itself with a soft smile, assuming his swain was merely sitting up... The left eye opened. He's not ( Read more... )

*standing within the eminence that is Ulm Münster located in one of the War God's most crowned countries, encompassed by Gothic ecclesiastical tailoring at its foremost, Ares merges with the seated mass. The glorified vicar before the crowd raised his hands towards the heavens, towards Olympus, and although designated another name, it was of there ( Read more... )