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Today’s Fractured Myth

If I were Zeus, I’d be tempted almost beyond my power of self-control to strike Yngwie dead with one of my bolts, for the affront to my Zeus-periority that he plays thusly.  Wise, though, from all the times things haven’t worked out well when I attempted such enforcements previously – why oh why must mankind have fire? – I foresee that he would merely rise up from the ashes and with renewed powers wield his post-life air guitar to blow up Olympus itself.  So, I’d withhold my bolt and claim…ahem, splutter and divine cough…to be his teacher.

The end.

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