You may have heard of me, the names Odin, lord of the Norse gods. In the beginning there was the world of ice Niflheim, and the world of fire Muspelheim, and between them was the Ginnungagap, a "grinning (or yawning) gap," in which nothing lived. In Ginnungagap, the fire and the ice met, and the fire of Muspelheim licked the ice shaping a primordial giant Ymir and a giant cow, Auðumbla whose milk fed Ymir. The cow licked the ice, creating the first god, Búri, who was the father of Borr, in turn the father of the first Æsir, myself, and my brothers Vili and Ve. Shortly after that, Vili, Ve and I carved humanity from wood, creating Ask and Elmba. And what thanks do I get now? I can't get on a fucking bus without having the piss taken out of me for my one eye, the other of which I left in the waters of Mimir's spring of wisdom. But anyway, I have alot of time to spare 'til Ranarok, when Fenrir will devour me and the forces of disorder destroy the Yggdrasil and it all starts again, blah blah blah. I have a few children of my own with my wife Jord, Thor being the only one whos name I can remember for now, and he's a good lad. If ya wanna know more, just holler, homeies.
I don't affiliate myself with racist bastards.
