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« on: November 23, 2013, 09:29:53 AM »
my assignment is to create my own greek myth
i need a better ending (it's supposed to be how global warming starts)
The wind whisked through the waves of the vast Mediterranean sea, and Poseidon was annoyed as always. He had a terrible kink in his neck, his back was sore, and he had just finished a heated argument with his wife. Yadda yadda “you’ve been going out with other sea nymphs” yadda yadda, all that jazz. What a bore. Poseidon floated over to his bed of seaweed, ready to take a nice, long power nap. He was just about to rest his head on his pillow of fish when suddenly he heard a voice in his head.
“Ugh, Hades, not now. I’m trying to get some beauty sleep,” whispered Poseidon. He nestled his head further into his pillow.
“Poseidon, you need to get here now,” replied Hades impatiently. Poseidon moaned and groaned, and eventually raised himself off of his bed and trounced over to the dimensional portal, which was casually in the middle of his domain. He swam through.
As he did, he felt the temperature rise about 1,000 degrees. This wasn’t a problem for him, as he was a god, but he still felt uncomfortable.
“What’s the problem, Hades? I thought you didn’t accept favors from anyone?” Poseidon dared. Hades’ glare drilled into Poseidon’s enormous ego.
“It’s happening again,” Hades worried.
“What’s happening again? You seem to have a lot of things ‘happening’ lately. What gives?”
“The uprising.”
Poseidon turned his head and faltered his balance slightly, even though he was floating in the air. “So… what exactly does that mean?” he asked.
Hades sighed. “It means the hellfire is rising, you numbskull. This happens once every few thousand years, the overworld is going to get a bit hotter than usual.”
Poseidon turned around and started pacing, well, more or less. “A bit?”
“Well, compared to here it’s fairly cold, but those mortals are like ice cream.”
“But how are we going to keep the mortals alive? How will they not suspect what is actually happening?”
Hades thought for a moment. He stroked his beard, got his fingers caught in it, started tearing his beard, and eventually got back on track.
“I know!” Poseidon cried. “We can make it seem like they’re causing it themselves! What’s that stuff they use, gasoline or something? I could definitely make this work. I don’t need you.”
“I don’t think there’s enough room there for your head.” Hades fired.
So Hades and Poseidon became their mortal forms and traveled across the world to spread the word of “global warming” and how it’s all their fault and that they should be ashamed of themselves. Poseidon was feeling particularly hilarious, and Hades was just along for the ride.
please someone give me a better ending for this
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