Hugh J. O'Donnell

They built the tower to reach heaven. Year by year, the pillar grew, and the civilizations that grew around it prospered. Eventually, it was completed, and an assembly of kings, scholars and priests gathered to climb the tower and meet with God.
They met an angel outside of the gates to Heaven.
“Do you have an appointment?”
The crowd murmured to one another, unsure of how to respond. The murmurs became arguments, which became shouts, which finally turned to violence. They surged back down the tower and the gathered nations prepared for war. The angel turned back to their magazine.

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The conclave of the realm’s greatest heroes was well into their cups when they began to argue of who was the strongest. After many boasts and claims, Jeroboam the Holy Wizard claimed he could summon angels.
He was pressed to prove it, and one slurring conjuration later, a tall, winged being hovered before them, dripping and nude.
“This’d better be good, Jerry,” She said. “I was in the bath.” It might’ve ended there, had someone in the back not whistled. The ensuing smiting broke up the party, and the group reluctantly admitted that maybe they weren’t so great after all.

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