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The twelve Olympians || The twelve Olympians (cont.) || Other major gods
The nine Muses || The nine Muses (cont.)
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Erato is the PVC-clad muse of erotic poetry, and as such, mainly expresses herself through raunchy haiku.
This causes most gods to feel a bit uneasy around her; even if some of them are sexually quite uninhibited and/or have a high sex
drive (I'm looking at you, Aphrodite), they may not be quite as kinky. Erato has a large number of fetishes and is always ready to try
new things - after all, what's the worst that could happen to an immortal entity, even if it involved pliers, a vat of molten metal,
and a full latex outfit?
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Euterpe is the muse of music. Some singers argue that God is a DJ - well, at least it's true for this
goddess, who inspires all aspiring musicians. One of her greatest inventions appears to be the triangle, an instrument that everybody,
even those she favours the least, can eventually master. The one of her sisters with whom she gets along the best is obviously
Terpsichore, who dances and sings to the catchy tunes she comes up with.
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Terpsichore is the muse of all singers and dancers, and as such, is always ready to boogie. Or breakdance.
Or spaz uncontrollably. Rumour has it that she invented scat (the melody-less vocal improvisation, not the fetish involving crap.
Seriously, stop saying such things, you'll make Erato aroused) after she first looked at Hephaestus' face. She mostly speaks in songs,
which is kind of silly because comics are a medium that doesn't convey sound. Use your imagination.
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Melpomene, the muse of tragedy, is Mt Olympus' resident emo kid. She's not the most lively and enthusiastic
of all muses (which, of course, is an understatement), but one can understand that inspiring playwrights for the writing of plays
involving suffering, death and sorrow isn't the best career path if you're looking for cheer. Melpomene's attempts to end her
life, or at least harm herself are always thwarted by the biggest of hurdles to such actions: immortality and invincibility. She still never loses
an opportunity to be a killjoy and express her view on how dark the world is, how painful life can be and how partying all night long
is a terribly depressing idea.
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Thalia is the smiley, podgy, vivid colour-wearing muse of comedy. She certainly is the (eternal) life of most
parties on Mt Olympus, but her humour can sometimes appear as somewhat immature. Just imagine someone who drops anvils on your head,
banana peels under your feet, then proceeds to tell you something about your mum and add sexual innuendo. That's Thalia.
Good thing it'll never get her hurt, right?
Hurray for godliness.
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Urania, the muse of astronomy and astrology, gradually grew worried about pretty much everything after spending
too much time staring at the sky and calculating tragectories of large meteors, the probability of a massive black hole forming near
the Earth, and pondering (potentially hostile) alien life. Usually donning the Metallic Laminate Cerebro-Insulator™
(and by this, I mean her tinfoil hat), she's fond of conspiracy theories and will never resist the urge to inform
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