“I'm sorry
your princess is in another castle!”
The Iliad
and the Odyssey*#quote
Today CJ's
coming over, also I negotiated with the robot leaders so that they
don't revolt and take over the world. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Comedic
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“Another
year, another Halloween of scary clowns,” the god of comedy Harhar
sighed in his clown suit and thick make-up while sitting on his blow
up chair throne in the Other World. “Rebecca!” Harhar snapped his
gloved fingers and an angel with marvelous white wings appeared with
sandy brown skin. “You're my advisor. What is going on?”
She responded,
“Cultural change sir. I know after spending millions of years in
the stone age as a cloud of gas made you quite attached to your new
form.”
Harhar nodded.
“Yes, when comedy was at its simplest I had to take that form as
bodily function jokes were the highest form of comedy. I enjoyed the
clown change when humans advanced. But now it's being taken away from
me! What can I do? Even different variations of the clown around the
world are going away!”
Rebecca told
Hahar, “You must pick another form. All gods must. You are actually
one of the ones that change the least. The god of technology changes
very often now. Other gods have been saying you should be changing
more but have been refusing.”
Harhar laughed
his universally endearing laugh. “It is kind of funny that I don't want to
change from my clown form, yet hated being in that other form for so
long. But what am I to become? What symbolizes comedy now? What form
does comedy take?”
Rebecca bowed.
“I don't know Sir Harhar. You're the god of comedy.”
Harhar
dismissed Rebecca to think. He summoned his crystal ball(buyable by
all gods through godmart) to analyze the world. He worked on coming
up with a conclusion. Some form to take. He looked at thing after
thing and tried to find an answer. He decided he should answer the
question “What does comedy come from?”
The form he
settled on was a miniature replica of the world.
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