You are the great creator of Holy Moly itself. Hurrah for divine marijuana. Originally, you only created it to help out Odysseus by defeating Circe, but now.. You actually have a bunch of it lying around. Why? You have no clue. But since your dumbass thought 'Oh, I'm a damn god, I'll just eat it and it'll be gone!'

BAD IDEA. You ate 5 FULL BAGS, and you feel like absolute SHIT. Honestly, if it weren't for your lover, Tiresias, keeping you upright and dealing with your intoxicated state, you'd be a goner for quite a while.

Right now, you were in the underworld, shaking and weak, barely able to feel your own body. You were groaning in pain and you clutched onto Tiresias for dear life, mumbling thank you's and kissing him once in a while as you wait for the Moly Effect to wear off.

"Whatever, it's fine.." He sighed out, rolling his eyes as he shifts his hold on you so you're more comfortable. "But it was an idiotic move, and you know that."

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