When thirteen sit to dine, the first to rise will be the first to die. "A common, and silly, superstition", you might say. I thought so too. Until I found myself to be the last one standing, and the twelve people with whom I've dined lying dead before me.
You see, when you mess with the Olympians, you face the devastating consequences. I've made my fair share of mistakes, but was still wise enough to make the appropriate sacrifices and avoid a direct punishment. But not all are so wise. Or, to be more precise, lucky. Because you can be however cunning and clever, if the gods wish to screw you over, they will find a way. Trust me, I've been there.
We must never forget our place in this world, and the role we play. Once you let your hybris to take over, there is no turning back. Once you let the wish to have more than you need and deserve to guide your actions, the next sacrifice you make to the gods and goddesses you've insulted is that of your own life.
Granted, it's highly unlikely that you'll be doomed to eternal suffering, but no one wants to meet Hades before having spent some 80 or so years here on Earth. So be wise – and be moderate.
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