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PROMO- A Journey Inside the Mind of a God

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The sun shines brightly, warming the Earth though it is late in the day. The streets of the city are new industrial laced here and there with the old city. Skyscrapers next to stucco covered sweatshops. The clash between new and old goes unnoticed by the numerous inhabitants of Mexico City, walking up and down the busy streets, used to the stark contrast of their city. Men in business suits talk on cell phones as they drive by beggars wearing rags, begging pesos of the more well-off folks in the city.

 

The bustle of commerce slows not, though the business day is nearing its close. This city never truly sleeps, want never rests.

 

As the many people stroll down the street, all with agendas of their own, one figure stands out amongst the huddled masses. A tall man walks along a street with many stores and places of business gathering many strange and inquisitive looks. Thor has learned to shrug these stares off, mortals look differently upon those with high recognition. His appearance is clearly different from his general ring attire. Dressing as casually as he can, trying at all costs to fit into the mortal world, Thor wears khaki pants, a pair of large black dress shoes, a dark blue dress shirt and a long black trench coat over that. The mane of the Thunder God is pulled back tightly; any method he can think of to blend in.

 

His efforts seem to be in vain however, as people stop and stare at this colossus as he walks down the street, completely enraptured by his own thoughts. The men of Mexico City are ignored by Thor as he walks trying to clear his mind of troubles.

 

“My greed was too much. It still puzzles me why I left, leaving all I know behind. Family, friends, power... all sacrificed.”

 

As he thinks he begins to pick up speed, slowly infuriating himself.

 

“I left it all behind... and for what? ‘Tis true, all I returned back for was a chunk of gold, but why is this place so alluring? Argh, were I not in my right mind, I wouldst not have returned to this place. All I wanted to do was to prove that I was not inferior to these mortals, surely my Asgardian power, however transubstantiated, should have MORE than sufficed to lead me to glory. Yet still I failed!”

 

Thor is now charging down the street at almost a dash. People fling themselves to walls to avoid being in the path of this freight train.

 

“Now I hath returned. My father... Sif... the children... how I miss them all. My heart aches every day I am away from them. I curse myself for my greed, my lust, and my desire to succeed. DAMN my honor! I would cast all that I have into the fires of Muspelheim and allow Surtur to devour mine godhood were I allowed to have these two things at once. How difficult it is to choose between family and career. Thou never knowest what one will chose, lest he is put on the spot. I question yet whether I chose right. Fate is a malicious dealer, offering you two hands to chose from, both offering heartache.”

 

Thor suddenly slows down, apparently he has made his way back to his hotel. Unaccustomed as he is to mortal ways, he is still puzzled by the revolving door. Luckily his hotel is Americanized enough for him to understand the people operating it. A pretty young Mexican girl is attending the desk, she is busy typing the registration on her computer as Thor approaches the desk. “Can I help you?” she asks, innocently preoccupied with the task at hand, not looking up to see who she is soon to be serving. “You may be better suited to help me if you raise your head to see me.” Thor’s booming voice rings out as calmly and politely as he can.

 

The young girl’s head jerks up and her eyes dart immediately towards Thor, who leans against the desk smiling faintly from beneath his beard. She apologizes quickly and trails off into Spanish, uncomfortable after making a mistake. “’Tis alright girl, I’m in no hurry. I came to inquire if any telephone calls were made to my room while I was... out.” The girl blushes at Thor’s courtesy and tells him that no calls have been made. He smiles at the lass and leaves the lobby to go to his room.

 

The hallways of the Holiday Inn are worlds different than the gilded halls of Valhalla. The simple tan wallpaper and low ceiling with poor florescent lights give the hotel an eerie glow. The Scion of Asgard reaches his room and inserts the digital key into the lock’s slot, amazed at the efficiency by which even the smallest inconvenience is dealt with to increase efficiency. He finally figures out how the lock works and opens his door to the very small room.

 

“Mortals baffle me. They make the smallest trifle seem so important they demand electronic mechanisms to help ease their stress, but seem to completely ignore the incredibly dangerous problems which destroy their home. Why is it Midgard is so appealing to me? Why did the SJL draw me back into its intoxicating grip? Drew me away from my entire life, made it seem moot. Nay, e’en the threat of losing mine godhood couldn’t pull me away from what this place and its people do to me. I am under their spell indeed.”

 

Thor removes his coat and tosses it on the bed. He looks in the mirror at himself and how different he looks than when at home. A home to which he cannot go now. He takes a deep sigh before flopping himself on the edge of his bed, only to find the remote control beneath him. Thor looks at the strange hunk of plastic and then turns on the television (quite by accident) and sees what appears to be two people having sex accompanied by cheesy techno music. Thor immediately grows wide-eyed and turns off the television with fury. “Damned mortals...”

 

Thor then looks into the mini-fridge above which sits the TV. Disgusted at not seeing any mortal food occupying the mini-fridge (which indeed looks mini next to Thor), the God of Thunder decides to go down the hall and buy himself a pop. He leaves his room, neglecting to close the door and walks swiftly down the hall. Approaching the machine Thor thinks. He drops quarters in as he deliberates in his head.

 

“And what of my match tonight with Aecas and the new man with much hype Va’aiga?”

 

25¢

 

“Two men who are near as large as I, though still not matching ken with the Thunder God.”

 

50¢

 

“These two are assured to give me a challenge though, their strength and skill being a worthy basis on which to test myself.”

 

75¢

 

“Arrogant are mortals and ignorant of their history.”

 

$1

 

“They shall soon know the name of Thor.”

 

Thor presses the button for an orange soda but is denied. The pop does not roll out to quench Thor’s Asgardian thirst.

 

“Infernal machine...”

 

*fade*

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Guest realitycheck

Dag, yo. What's up with the dearth of comments for the JL stuff?

 

Regardless; great promo, dude. I'll be perfectly honest: Thor, as a character, is intriguing. I know that a lot of people weren't fond of the idea of an outlandish gimmick character who literally lived the gimmick, but I think it's a neat contrast to everything else. A nice little trek though his mind. Ending was cute.

 

And hey, Thor was always your most successful character, so who knows? Maybe you'll win that title yet.

 

-Z

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