Sup? I updated, sweet, huh? I think so. Sooooo, . . . . .

This is getting awkward.

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SO! I appreciate the reviews. Very nice, very nice.

RANDOM~I looked up "ninjas" on Thesaurus dot com, and it came up, Ninjas cannot be found. Well played, ninjas, well played.

Oh my gosh! It's never been this hard to make up crap to put here before. What have you done to me?

I would suggest that updating frequently is the cause of my problem. But I won't because that statement would most likely result in the herd of wild chipmunk currently residing in the antelope tree UNDER MY BED.

WhAt? And they say I'm crazy.

They, you know, those guys that have been following me, I've been trying to ditch them all day!

11.8 points for whoever got that reference.

Well, . . . .

STORY TIME!

Recap. I am currently pantsless. (Which according to spellcheck, is not, in fact, a word. I beg to differ.) I am also currently wearing Magneto's helmet.

I'm not explaining. If you want to know, go back a chapter. I'm not going back to that dark place, . . . .

Instead, I'm going to the Big House! Where a crazed god lays in wait, uhh, waiting! Yes! Waiting for me to fall into his trap so he can grasp my mind and make it rational no longer! Much better, right?

Meh.

I wish I had Percy by my side, walking next to me, accompanying me on my mission to save Camp Half Blood.

Then again, I also wish I had pants.

I passed the strawberry fields, full of satyrs who had suddenly got the courage to hit on Aphrodite girls who were, . . . flirting back?

I said it before, I'll say it again. Meh. Nothing would surprise me now, after the horrors I've seen, . . . .

I passed the volleyball court, which was being used as a sandbox by some of Ares kids. I'm serious, they were making sandcastles and everything. Was that, a, . . . unicorn? Yes. Yes, it was. I realized I was just standing there. I needed to get a move-on! The camp would never be saved at this pace! I swallowed my delusions and marched myself to the front door of the big house.

Should I knock? Nah. I give the door a little poke, and it actually fell of the hinges. Well, I know a welcome when I see one, so I stroll right in.

Some screamo music blares from the general direction of Chiron's office. I spin on my heels and head on the general direction of NOT Chiron's office.

I casually stroll through the halls for a while, until I come to one of the doors that just feels right. The Mr. D plaque on the door was helpful too. I push the door open, and I was in no way prepared for what came next.

A desk, made of some fancy type of wood that I knew, but couldn't be bothered to think of right then, sat in the middle of the room. Behind it sat one of those really big leather chairs that the business executives sit around eating cheetos in.

Suddenly, the chair spins around to reveal a man in a suit.

I immediately turned sideways, bending my knees, and holding my hands out in karate chop position, ready to go all ninja on him if he sang, PRICE-LINE NEGOTIATOR!

Fortunately, no words of Price-lines, or Negotiations crossed his lips.

However, a maniacal laugh did.

"Mwahahaha, . . . " Mr. D said. Or, . . . . Laughed.

"I know what you've done to the camp, and I'm here to stop you!" I said, trying to come off as confident and cliche as possible.

Mr. D looks at me.

For a long time.

"What!" I snap. He was freaking me out, okay?

"I'm making you lose your mind. . . ." He says, appearing to be in some kind of a trance.

"Oh yeah!" I say. "That, I have taken care of." I stand up straight and point to my helmet.

Mr. D's eyes go wide, and he gasp.

"No! this can't be!"

"Oh heck yesh." I say.

"Yesh?" Mr. D questions.

"Yes. I mean yes. I misspoke, okay?"

"Uhh, yeah." He says. "Thats okay. I see my hypnosis on Athena wasn't effective enough."

I'm confused. Nothing new.

"Um, YEAH. It was. Did you even pay attention to the movie?" I think not, because, umm, . . . . Magnetos helmet? HelLOOO?

Mr. D looks embarrassed. "Well, not really."

"Dude, that is just shameful."

"Enough!" Mr. D shoots up, his chair rolling behind him.

"Your changing the subject!" He says, his face turning a funny shade of pink.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Your doing it again!"

Awkward silence.

"Okay, so do you think you could change the camp back to normal?" Crude, but to the point.

Suddenly, Mr. D is a whiny kid.

"Noooooooooooo. I don't waaaaant tooooo!"

"Uhh, why not?" I say, not sure how to respond.

"'Cause it's so boooooorrrriiiiinnnnngggggg."

"Seriously?" I hiss, suddenly mad. I hadn't been traumatized by the insanity of my friends, gone through all of this research, walked around camp pantsless, (it's a word, I swear it is.) just to be refused by a whiny, annoying, stupid, god!

"THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?" I screech out, very undignified.

"I didn't go through all this schnitzel for nothing! If you're bored, buy a darn board game! Torture some satyrs! But. Leave. My. Camp. ALONE."

Right then, Dionysus did the last thing I ever expected him too.

Okay, so thats not entirely true, because the last thing I expected him to do was sprout wings and a tutu, then proceed to skip around singing Hannah Montana, which, thank goodness, he did not do.

However, he did burst into tears.

What is that, my first ever cliffhanger! Whoohoo! Well, you know the drill. Review, blah, blah, blah.

I love you!

~CrAzY