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New York (The Skwib) — After learning that DC and Marvel Comics were attempting to trademark the term “super-hero”, the media giant Humungous Media quickly…
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“Okay chief, I got some bad news. Your numbers are down again.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“I’m afraid not, Your Mightiness,” the PR flack looked at his shimmering clipboard and said, “according to this, you’re down to less than one percent.”
“What?” Thunder shook the hallway, and a few of the other people in the communications office looked down at their desks.
“I have some good news. If you look at the segmented audiences, you are way up in the head-banging heavy metal market. Fully six percent of them believe you exist.”
“Six percent?”
“I don’t know what to tell you Thor, they just aren’t going for the Nordic gods anymore. In some ways, you’re lucky to still be with us. I heard that Baldur just disappeared last week.”
“What do you mean disappeared? He’s the God of Peace, fer Christ’s sake.”
“Once you drop below a critical level, well …” The PR flack blew on his fingers, and spread them apart. “Poof, you cease to exist. I mean, Baldur was hardly known by anyone except a few scholars and D&D freaks, let alone worshipped.”
“How am I doing with the D&D crowd?” Thor asked. Not that long ago, he was embarrassed to be prayed to in game situations, but now it seemed like the only thing standing between him and non-existence.
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