Halfborn Wears Batman Boxers
disclaimer: I DO own PJO! NOT!
My name is Magnus Chase, and this is the story of my incredibly weird afterlife. My dad is Frey, the Norse god of summer. Yes, I said THE Frey. Well, let's just get on with the story.
It was a _day (I don't know when Lindworm day is) so Hunding had released the Lindworms. Helgi would have helped but he was hiding it the corner eating the M'n'Ms I got him. The same thing happened again and again. Every single _day. It never failed.
TJ tried to get to the hills, he failed, we all died. Relax, we get reincarnated later. Alex killed a Lindworm. Halfborn said it was good for an argr. Alex sliced his head off.
Secretly, I was glad that we could leave Halfborn behind. He went for the minimalist approach AGAIN and was wearing Batman Boxers. I will never get that image out of my mind. He ruined one of the little kid's innocence.
The rest of the game didn't last long, though Jack was trying to teach me some swordplay so he turned himself inanimate object. I tripped and impaled myself. So much for that idea.
Dinner was pretty boring. Well, by Valhalla standards. I was thinking about letting Halfborn teach me Hawaiian. Seriously, it was that bad.
But if I had known what was gonna happen, I would have chosen the boredom. Even if it was torture.