In 2017, Titans of the Past Returned


— Sometimes there doesn't feel like there's space in the modern world for mythology. Every day is already so full of larger than life characters. History seems to be written, and rewritten, at a speed that's sometimes terrifying. It takes everything I have to keep up with it sometimes. Our tradition of oral storytelling has faded, favored by methods that give more concrete, and less interpretive, records of our daily struggles. Maybe demons, thunder gods, and dragons feel a bit distant when I've been given the tools to write myself in as the protagonist of the story.

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"My name is Sonic Hedgehog, Blue of Blurs;
Look on my Works, ye Gamers, and go fast!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level Sand Hill Zone stretches far away.