They say that the Greek gods died with the collapse of the old culture--the one that people like to study in textbooks, dreaming of Olympus and temples and great heroes who performed unimaginable feats; the one rife with beautiful women whose faces launched a thousand ships, inspired men to fight wars just for a glance, and could commit acts of great crime for justice; for the miracles, the retributions, the punishments, and the glory. But the mythos of Greece had been one founded on lack of scientific knowledge and a plentiful imagination, and for the most part, the pantheon has been discarded to the side, not to be immortalized as truth like Christianity, but to be admired, like a beautiful, if outdated, painting.

Of course, that was not accounting for one very simple fact: that the Gods were, most certainly, real. And seeing that their power had been taken away from them, these gods were not pleased. In fact, they were downright trembling with anger. It only took a few centuries for the Twelve Olympians to deliberate, but their decision was unanimous: that the current situation would not do and immediate action needed to take place in order to restore faith in the Greek gods. And in order to do that, the gods would descend on earth, stir up a little trouble as they were wont to do, and hopefully inspire the people to pray to the right gods (at least, this time).

But without faith, gods are powerless. That was the mistake that the Olympians made. Without the thousands of believers they had previously lay claim to, the Olympians were sapped of their power. Rather than finding themselves on earth in their full glory, they were reborn as nothing more than mortals.

Mortals! The gods! Imagine it!

The year is now 2012. The place is New York, the veritable apple of America’s eye, a bustling metropolis full of people and places and things. Opportunity bursts out of the seams of the city. And amongst the multitude of people lay sleeping Gods, in touch with mortality and every bit as volatile as they had been in the height of their power. As these gods slowly begin to receive memories of their prior lives, one can only wonder: will they resume their previous existences without worry or talk, or are there more changes than one can account for in the gift of human life?

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