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You're lucky you're Zeus' and not mine.

Just a brief word of advice for all of you: Don't complain about having nothing to do when there are gods on every street corner.

Keep an eye out for fire. I don't want this city overrun by the dead.

You mortals, you really are fun you know.

I was half-joking when I asked what we would do when we finally got rid of all the criminals and everything. I never actually thought I would see a place without criminals. And now I have--it makes me restless.

Things we know
We are in a city in the middle of nowhere. Name: unknown. Location: middle of nowhere, not in "the real world"
Someone ("they") chose us to be here--evidently they are gods, including Prometheus and Gaia.
There are buildings with fountains and steps and no one to yell at you. (???) I'll keep this in mind in case I'm seized by the urge to run through fountains.
Apparently we can go back to our families in a few years, when "they" are finished with us.
The gods are trying not to trample on us, whatever that means.
There is a guy calling himself "Eros."
This city is full of people who are "too nice and perfect."
We can't get out unless "they" let us out.



So, why are we here? Any ideas?

Does anyone have answers for me? This isn't my apartment! I guess I should be lucky I can still get around.