Destiny's Darkside
Destiny's Darkside Destiny's Darkside The closet door clicked shut, plunging the world back into the "blackened pit". Chiron let out a dusty sigh, his plastic wheels settling into the shag carpet remnant on the floor. "I was a teacher," he grumbled, his voice echoing slightly in his blue plastic casing. "I taught the Gods. I taught Achilles to fight, Jason to lead... and now? I teach lint who is boss." "Oh, cry me a river, pony-boy," a gritty voice rasped from the shelf above. A canister of scouring powder shuffled forward. "You think you have it bad? I was Ajax . The Great! I was the bulwark of the Achaeans! I held off entire armies single-handedly." "And now?" Chiron asked, though he already knew the answer. "Now?" Ajax spat a puff of blue dust. "Now I fight 'tough grease and grime.' I used to be stronger than Hector. Now my slogan is just 'Stronger than dirt.' It’s humiliating. Do yo...
