polynices blog

I’ve been down here ever since I got done fighting with my brother.  He’s such a dunce; he got us both killed and yet he gets to go to Elysium when I’m stuck here waiting for this guy...Charon, to let me get on his ferry. It’s been a rough few days. I’ve seen peop- souls try and swim to the fields of Asphodel but it didn’t work out; as soon as they hit the water they disappeared with their wails close behind. I know why I’m still down here though. That loser King Creon is petty enough to not let people give my decomposing cadaver a proper burial. I’m hoping someone has the decency enough to quickly toss a golden drachma into my grave so I can be on my way. The other souls here are weird.
I have been keeping an eye on my ol’ relatives just to see if they would come in “clutch.” It seems as if Antigone has been brewing a plan to give me a burial but Ismene didn’t seem to want to help, she never really was my favorite anyway. Antigone stole my fleshy prison from it’s not-so-flattering grave, but so far she’s just hidden it, waiting for a good time I suppose; I wouldn’t want her to get caught. I’m not ready to see her  yet.