A friend has a place they meet the Gods called the Roadhouse of the Dead. After hearing my friend talk about it I decided to go see it for myself. The Roadhouse is an ethereal rather than palpable place, and I was curious if I would see what others saw there. I walked in and immediately recognized Ares tending bar. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I looked around and saw Gods I knew, but dressed differently,... Read more