If there was anything to be said about Ecuador, it was that it was uncomfortably humid and crowded... at least it was to Artyom anyway. Then again, he had been born and raised in Canada; The only places colder and less crowded were the poles themselves. The fact that the whole 'gods' scare and the meeting here to work out what to do about it might have also been a factor in why there were so many people...

As he walked through the crowds of Ciudad Mitad del Mundo, Artyom couldn't help but reflect on just how stupid an idea all this whole idea actually was; While it was true that humans created gods and goddesses over time, the idea of just creating one or more of them via committee just wasn't how it worked. In fact, how did anyone figure out that there weren't any gods or goddesses left in the first place? Did Zeus leave a note or something? They found Thor's body on the side of a road after he drunkenly stumbled into a hit and run?

Shaking his head a little and deciding to try and escape the crowds by walking somewhere with less people wandering around. After a little bit of navigating, Artyom finally left the crowds of people behind as he started to approach the local graveyard for some time to himself. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that had decided to seek shelter among the departed as he spied two girls talking with each other. One of them had clearly discovered how to make fashion work for her while the other just screamed 'I wear black eyeliner, listen to depressing music and practice witchcraft' from the way she dressed.

At the moment he just planned to walk by them both; South America had always had an interesting relationship with their departed loved ones and he wanted to see it for himself while he was here.

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