Dying God

A dying god is stranded on Earth

“I am the collector! A being beyond space, time and human comprehension. You will bow before me and your world will bend to my will”

A horn blared.

Ah yes a warm welcome from Earth to be sure. Their machines emitting an odd frequency the Collector was rather fond of.

“get off the road idiot”

One of the strange earthling creatures was yelling at him. Yet their call seemed more like an admonishment than praise.

And then the collector was hit by a car, and hit by another, and run over once more just for good measure.

Collectors, of course, are invulnerable to most damage but of course being run over would hurt a bit even for the most powerful of alien gods.

“Is this how you welcome your king?” he yelled.

Vehicles continued zooming past and the horns continued blaring.

Then the Collector was hit by a semi and finally had the wits about him to move to the side of the highway.

“Tell me where your finest living establishments are!”

He looked around searching for any sort of guidance landing upon a sign reading:

COMFORT INN NEXT EXIT 1.4 MILES

“Of course! Fitting accommodations for an esteemed traveler.

So the collector walked the 1.4 miles along the highway to the exit and walked another mile after that to get to the inn. By the the he arrived he had at least managed to learn the system of traffic lights to avoid being struck by those deadly contraptions.

“Good squire I demand the finest accommodations you have at this establishment”

The woman at the counter played along saying:

“Of course my liege, we can offer a 3rd floor two king suite with a view if you so desire”

Finally someone who can respect the power of the Collector. Offering a suite not only fit for one king but two. He could get used to this kind of treatment.

“Perfect! Show me to my quarters”

“I’ll book your stay. Do you have a card on file with us”

“A card?”

“do you have a credit card on file with us or shall I open a new account?”

The collector searched around for an example of this ‘credit card’ he was sure he had one somewhere in his collection.

The squire pointed to a sign with an image of a plastic card with the phrase “we accept Discover”

“Of course, No I don’t have one on file you may use this” he said summoning the ‘credit card’ from his collection and handing it over.

The collector had no idea why such an object was valuable, maybe it was something the peasantry needed.

“Ok great here’s your keycard. Elevator is down the hall, 3rd floor then make a left and it's the 4th door on the right. Enjoy your stay!” The cheery squire said.

The Collector was sorely disappointed with his accommodations.