[Irenicus]

Hello folks.

As I have said already on one topic, not too long ago I have found several tomes about Graeco Roman myths, written by Gustaw Schwab, more than one hundred years ago.


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Many things, which are written in those myths, from what I have witnessed, and understood, strongly resonate with the ideas this forum advocates for.

I will quote myself here:

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Not too long ago, I found an old (but well preserved) set of books about Greco Roman mythology, written by Gustav Shwab, that I was given as a kid.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Schwab

As you can see, his work was written long ago, so his work was not subjected to the regressive dogma, as it would today.

Check Gutemberg if you can or, if all else fails, good old Pirate Bay or Demonoid.



Having embraced the ideas this forum represents, I have noticed several patterns here, that even the ancient were aware of, and that we already discovered, or, about to.


1. Zeus is the ultimate bad ass, red pill dude. He does what he wants to, and he answers no nobody, even to his wife, Hera.

2. Beta guys almost always lose. Hephistos got cucked by Ares. Menelaus got cucked by Paris. Agamemnon by Orestes. If they were not, they lives (not just sex lives, but lives in general), would be..better. Or in case of Agamemnon, not lost.

The ancient knew it.

And we...forgot. Or rather, were forced to.

By being here, and reading this, you are just rediscovering this.

One short story, which I adapted to the current era (but still, the original essence is here). This is how I imagined things.

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Zeus, being an ultimate badass, has an..."annoying tendency"...to stray from his wife, Hera, and fuck hot chicks. Raw. Thus, he had fathered many children - such as Hercules, for example. Hera is pissed, but Zeus has a strong "IDGAF" frame. So, here it goes:


Z: "Honey, I saw this 10/10. I think I am going to rawdog her. Have dinner ready, because I will be tired".


H: "AH, SO YOU ARE AFRAID OF STRONG AND INDEPENDENT GODDESS !!??NO YOU MAKE YOUR OWN DINNER, YOU OLD, SMELLY FOOL WITH A SMALL DICK!!"


Z: "I love when you are are so high energy. I heard that some guy Trump is having a speech in some country called the US. You up?"

H: "Fuck you...(smiles)"


Z: "I will book us a hotel room, where we can discuss things...in private. Make sure you wear a short Sherry Hill dress. And do not turn my girl into 5 headed beast, like you did with Scilla, or...I will be...terribly disappointed".


(they kiss passionately. Hera tries to fellate him, but Zeus pushes her away).


Z:"See you tonight, my little devil from Tartarus. Do not be late"

This topic has given me motivation to write a long story. Basically, a Troyan war, set in a modern and corporate era of this year. Basically, it was a long project, put on hiatus, due to Uni. Now, being summer, I can resume it.

The first part is almost ready. It will be posted soon.

Any feedback will be welcome, and new segments will be added, if there is interest. Even a guy new to Game will learn quite a lot about things we firmly believe in.

[Irenicus]

Ok, I have managed to find it, and update it.

I have intended the story to have quite a lot of chapters. Lots of parts will be funny, theory will be presented, and yes, I would not be suprised if someone shreds a tear, because there will be some extremely sad moments. Moments that many people you know, even yourself, likely experienced.

Any feedback (positive or negative) and comments will be greatly appreciated. As many girls have said before you banged them - I have never done this before!

[Irenicus]

Intro

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One days, Menelaus, a hard working CEO of Aegis Corporation, a struggling IT company had an emergency meeting that took forever.

Each minute felt like an hour.

A new company, Illium Corporation, has launched a series of products that put many products of Aegis to shame. Thus, stocks went down, and investors went ballistic.

Fortunately, Menelaus, did some changes, and several of his most trusted advisers presented several ideas that will prevent Aegis from going bankrupt.

“They will surely succeed, but they alone will not help us regain much against Illium. Although their CEO is Priam, his son Paris, a well known playboy, and ruthless to the core, holds all the power... ” Menelaus thought.


In his office, Menelaus went to Wikipedia to search about him.

He is in his thirties. Fit. Former combat soldier. Member of MENSA. Harvard graduate.

Used to be involved with quite a lot of women. Victoria's Secret models, Playboy models. Here and there, some Holywood stars. Even his wife of two months, Helene, used to be in a relationship with him ten years ago. But Helene got wiser. She does not date douchebags like Paris.

Not anymore. That is what she said.

“She wants a good husband, which will take good care of her, and give her kids. She always liked children” Menelaus thought.

“Maybe we should start working on one tonight. I do not want to lose her. I want her to be mine. Forever.”

Chapter 1

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CHAPTER ONE



After a long day at work, Menelaus went to his company garage. Standing near his brand new Buick, he saw a figure in a distance.

It was one of his top employees, Achilles.

Black haired. well manicured and dressed in a navy, and custom Pal Zileri suit with a matching tie, he is an object of desire of almost any women in Aegis. It is rumored that he slept with practically every women in Aegis. There were many accusations of sexual harassment and accusations of rape against him. Menelaus dismissed all of them, saying “A former Men's Health model, and a Apache pilot in reserves, would never do that.”

Achilles always believed in his employer, and always stood by Menelaus. He was here when Mom died from cancer. He was there when Aegis was just another small company. He was a godfather at his wedding, even.

Even when Achilles was marked as a rapist by some rag called Gawker, Menelaus did not relent, despite all the pressure. He wrote a letter to their CEO to leave Achilles alone. When they did not respond, he was one of the several people who financially helped Hulk Logan take down their...”empire”. That was a million dollars wisely spent.

“Menelaus, I want to talk to you” Achilles said.

“Is it important?”.

“Yes and no”.

“Look, Achilles” said Menelaus, with a slightly annoyed voice, said “ whatever it is, I have plans for tonight”.

He started opening the door of his black Buick.

“Look Menelaus. You are not just my boss, but I person I truly care about. You helped me in more ways than one, and all I want is to repay you somehow”.

“I do not need money, my friend, you know that”

“Will a hot chocolate at Max Brenner suffice? You always liked that place”

Menelaus sighed.

“You are quite a persisted son of a bitch, aren't you? Hop in”

Achilles gave a strong punch to his shoulder, and entered Menelaus' Buick.




Outside, it was quite rainy. The weather forecasts predicted rain, but not at such intensity. Menelaus drove slowly. You can't rawdog your wife when you are dead.


“Want one of those?” Achilles said, and draw a can of Red Bull out of his hand bag.

“No thanks. Next time, do not bring any food or beverages in my car”

“ Look boss...do not take any offense...but, if Negative Nancy and Jeb Bush ever decide to have a child, it would behave jut like you behave now”

Menelaus sighed. If someone else said that, he would throw him out on the spot. And confiscate his coat, just like Donald Trump did in New Hampshire with the protesters. But ...Achilles is not someone else.

“ Come on, bring some high energy, just like Trump does in his speeches”

“ If you ever have a son, call him Donald.” Menelaus said, with a sarcastic tone.

“ Of course. Not only that, but will buy him a Trump Hat, and dye his hair blonde!”

“What if you get a daughter?”

“I'll just call her Melania or Ivanka, no problem. But not Tiffany, too common name” Achilles said, laughing, and opening his Red Bull.

“Be careful with that Red Bull. If you spill it somewhere, you will cover the costs of cleaning.”

“Do not worry, Low Negative Energy Jeb.”

“Oh, I have a GOOD reason to be worried”

“I am all ears”

“A week ago, I was driving Helene somewhere, I can't remember. We stopped, and she bought a small bottle of vine. Somehow, she managed to spill it in my car”

“I see”

“Oh, that is not all. I told her that she needs to clean the whole car, wearing a bikini, as a punishment”.

“Oooh, I did not know you are Red Pill as well” Achilles said, with a exciting voice.

“I am what?”

“Never mind. Carry on”

“When I told her about her punishment, he told me to go to hell, that she is not my slave, and that we are equal”

“Have you ever established a frame with her?”

“I am not done yet with my story”

“Sorry. Carry on”

“A few days ago, I was driving in her Lexus. I was tired, so I was drinking a take away coffee. And I split it, taking a sharp turn”

“And did she tried to administer the same punishment to a... well built guy like you? Now that would be a sight. I would not be suprised if any female version of Playboy photographs you. After all, according to them, being fat means being beautiful.”


Menelaus said nothing, but, deep inside, he knew what Achilles just said is right. He is quite overweight. He is so overweight that he does not see his own pecker. In fact, he even forgot how it looks like. In rare moments of sex with Helene, when she is giving a handjob to his pecker, it is no wonder she struggles to find it. And no wonder why she insists riding him, and not the other way around. She would have all her bones broken if he was on her.


But... people, and his Mum, always tell him that only what is matters. What is outside, whether muscle or fat, really does not. And his Mum was always right. About men. About women. About everything.


Menelaus remembered his Mum saying “When I was young, I only dated douchebags. But, as soon I became more mature in my mid thirties, I figured out that only what is inside matters, and not on the outside”.


He remembered saying ” But Mum, then why you left Dad?”, and getting beaten by his Mum shortly thereafter. So badly that he missed several days of school. He did not call the police. He did not want his Mum to divorce him, like she did Dad.


Especially when heard that Dad shot himself in the mouth with a Austrian made Glock a day after the divorce was concluded. “No, I do not want to be forced to shoot myself in the mouth when I get divorced. I love my Mum, and I want to live”, he thought.


He was just eight years old.

Who loved his Mum too much.

[cubanlinx]

I'm liking the story. Keep the rest coming.

[fokker]

Interesting adaptation of the Iliad to the 21st century. I'm reading the original at the moment.