Gods never die, but if no one believes in or worships them, what's really left for them to do? On Valentine's Day, Cupid is dealing with depression, as he walks through a mall, amidst endless pictures which depict him as a flying baby in a diaper. The faux puppy love which the holiday provides is almost too much for him, until he notices a commonality with the numerous couples and the way that they interact with each other. Curious, he begins to investigate the situation, and he uncovers evidence of a much darker conspiracy. It quickly becomes something that he's going to have to deal with. It's disappointing, really. All he wants to do is smoke a cigar.
Hey guys, I'm Jonny Capps. I write about stuff that never happened but totally might someday, and other stuff that will probably never happen, but should. My first book, Mythos: The Time after Oblivion, is an expansion of Greek and Roman mythology, with the Olympians reemerging in the 21st Century. I would love for people to start referring to its sub-genre as Ambrosiapunk, but so far, I'm the only one who does.