Slight Problem...
A/N: Hey, readers. First off, I want to say that you guys ROCK! Thanks so much for all of your reviews! But, I have some bad news. See, I have NO IDEAS! Well, no, that's a lie. I have no ideas FOR THIS STORY! I mean, I have the ideas, but, let's just say the dominoes aren't falling in the right places. Plus, I have school starting soon, and art class, and drama class, and I'm writing a BOOK. I'll update ASAP, but I don't know how soon ASAP will be.
???: But what about me?!
Clarisse: Don't forget me, dumbell.
Travis and Connor: There's us, too!
Nico: And things were just getting exciting. *sigh*
Me: Guys! Don't make me feel any worse! Geez. It's not the end of the world! Your guys already got PAST the end of the world. And it didn't end. Be strong, my friends.
Clarisse: Fine, I'll wait. I'll just go push some n00b's head in a toilet while I do so.
Nico: *sighs again* I already know what's going to happen next, and I was looking forward to it! So much drama, Shakespear would be proud.
Me: Sorry, Nico. You're gonna have to wait, too. Thanks for the compliment, though.
Travis: I'll just go steal our confiscated soda back.
Connor: Wait for me!
Me: How'd you guys get soda into the camp?
Travis: We know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a satyr who knows a centaur--
Me: I get the picture. So, anyway, bye, readers. But stay on the look out for other fanfictions from me! Just because I have no where to go with this one (for now, something may come to me!), doesn't mean I won't be able to think up something less complicated and more comedic. Preferably, a crossover of some kind.