You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.
Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one.
Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest.
By the time you reach Mount Olympus, you’ve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who you’re pretty sure is Hera in disguise.
Zeus never stood a chance.
I wanna read this book.
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USS Flusser cat “Wockle” on the capstan in Venice, Italy, 1924-25. Courtesy Buzzfeed.
The most relatable thing about Hamlet is the way he uses strange and surreal dark humor and obscure humorous cultural references to cover up his deep despair, to the utter confusion and concern of all of the older people around him. Hamlet would love memes.
Shakespeare, scrolling through evil Kermit memes in heaven: I was born in the Wrong fucking era
Me: *going about my life, accomplishing normal life milestones*
My brain: There are castles for sale. In the European countryside. Buy one. Disappear. Adopt a flock of ravens. Become a local legend.
Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand,
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down
My starry creatures series thus far. I have really enjoyed developing this and am excited to continue to.
I'd Much Rather Have a Dragon 