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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljSuROOUxg8&ab_channel=Forforus]"I was born here in the city. With my back against the wall. Nothing grows, and life ain't very pretty. No one's there to catch you when you fall" 
-- Joe Walsh[/url][/color][/sup][/CENTER][h3][sup][sub][color=darkgray]POLIS[color=lightgray]♦[/color]   GOD   [color=lightgray]♦[/color]   THE CITIES   [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img]
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In ancient Mesopotamia among the early grouping of huts and tents that would one day be known as civilization was the young boy. As more and more of humanity began to settle down across the globe, the boy's powers grew and spread. In Greece he was called Polis. By the time of Rome's domination, he was called Urbes Maximus. 

In the world of the gods, he was seen as strictly a mid-level deity through nearly two thousand years of existence. The 19th century changed all that. As the industrial revolution boomed throughout Europe and the United States, people began to flock to the cities. Millions and millions in crowded tenement houses and sweatshops, their labor and lives an unknowing sacrifice to the god of the cities. By the early 1900's, the man known as Jack Hawksmoor was among the most powerful gods in existence. Now in the early 21st century, over half the world's population lives in cities and Jack's power is only growing.

[b]Supporting Characters:[/b]

Snapper Carr -- Homeless man in NYC. High priest of the cities.
Jenny Quantum -- Spirit of the 21st century. Surrogate daughter of Jack's.
Jenny Sparks -- Spirit of the 20th century. Surrogate mother of Jack's. (Flashbacks)
Future -- God of the Future. Used to look like the Jetsons, now looks like Mad Max
Nostalgia -- God of the Past. Future's brother, wears a lot of 80's clothes.
Anon -- God of the Internet Conspiracy. Believes everyone is out to get him.
The Assassin -- Ghost of a murdered Hong Kong cop.
Jesus H. Christ -- The "H" is for Herbert
Gorr -- God Butcher. Guess what he does?
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[b]146 BCE[/b]

Carthage was on fire.

Scipio and his generals looked on in pleasure from their vantage point a mile away from the city walls as it all burned. For over three years Carthage had held out as Rome besieged her. They had finally emerged, begging for peace and food and a chance for their children to live. Their pleas fell upon deaf ears. The man whose adopted father had crushed the great Hannibal Barca had no mercy to give the Carthaginians, just the sword and flames. The women and children who survived were bonded in chains, a life of slavery planned for them. After the fires subsided, the Romans would sow salt through the city and its fields. It had been decreed that nothing must ever be allowed to grow here again.

“This too shall befall Rome.”

Scipio turned when he heard the voice. He was the only one. The rest of his staff continued to watch the fire and talk among themselves. They seemed to not notice the man in the strange clothes. It looked like something from the far east, baggy and colorful, like the carvings of the old Babylonian kings in the time before time. He wore no shoes. If the hot sand perturbed him, then he did a good job hiding it.

“What did you say?” asked Scipio.

“You have done something here today that will become legendary for its cruelty. An entire city has been destroyed, boy. You have killed one of my children. One of the greatest city-states of all time is now ash because of you.’

Scipio pulled his sword from the holster on his hip. 

“Who are you to speak to me this way, pleb?”

The man smiled and gestured behind Scipio’s shoulders.

“I am someone who can do that.” 

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that his men were frozen in place. Several of them were stopped mid-laugh or speech, their mouths hanging open. Scipio turned back and pointed the tip of his sword at the strange man.

“Are you some sort of wizard?”

“No. I am something much more than that. I am a god.”

“What god dresses like a fool?” Scipio asked with a chuckle. “Truly, you must stand on par with Jupiter.”

“I existed long before Zeus -- and I will call him Zeus and not your sad little Roman name -- was an idea in some drunken Greek shepherd’s mind. And I will exist long after belief in him has fallen by the wayside. But I’m not here to measure… deity size. I am here to deliver a simple message, Scipio.”

The man stepped forward. Scipio reared his sword back to strike, but found that he could not move. Like his fellow soldiers, he was frozen by the man's magic. The man smiled as he placed a finger on Scipio’s temple. He saw the future. His return to Rome, a massive Triumph parade in his honor, given the name and honor of Africanus like his father. But then he saw past all that. He saw Rome conquering the world, one petty kingdom and client state at a time. 

With no Carthage standing in its way, Rome grew and grew until she ruled the world. He saw a Rome so big that its people grew lethargic, dependent upon the state and the wealthy for food, he saw its politicians fighting in the Senate and killing in the streets. He saw bloody civil wars and assassinations. A Republic turned into an Empire. Mad emperors killing Roman citizens. An Empire in decline. He saw men at the gates of Rome, men who spoke in a fierce, harsh tongues. Barbarians. And he looked on in horror as they sacked Rome. All this misery and horror, all of it traced back to his decision today.

The man softly whispered in his ear before he removed his finger from Scipio’s temple. Suddenly, Scipio blinked. The man was gone and his generals were staring at him strangely. He was facing the burning city, tears streaming down his face.

“Are you okay, sir?” one of the men asked.

“Yes,” said Scipio. “... ‘This too shall befall Rome.’”

“What was that, sir?”

“Just... Thinking of the future.”
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