“Now we come to ol’ Prometheus. You probably remember his story, pissed off Zeus, chained to a big rock, eagle pecking out his liver, yada yada. Well, after Heracles came through, we had an unemployed titan wandering around for a while, so the Boss put him to work.”
Virgil indicated the big guy struggling against the weight of a titanic (literally) chain that his massively muscled shoulders supported.
“Though this is a new attraction, Boss says that Prometheus suffers from a classic Barnum problem—‘there’s a new one born every minute.’ Prometheus is the anchor for the Chain of Fools.”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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