Disclaimer: The plot of the HoO series is not swirling around in my head. I am not the owner, because if I was, I'd at least be thinking about it. But waiting makes it less painful.
And sorry for the four-day absence. I had to get my hair done, which all-in-all took about sixteen hours. And then I slept straight through Sunday.
Oh, children. Irritating, annoying, disgusting, loathsome… *Ten Minutes Later* …noisy, terrible children. Why can't they all just grow up already? Were they always this bad? Is my wine withdrawal starting to get to me? Did I just not see how irksome they could be when I was blitzed off my ass 24/7?
Or maybe these children in particular bother me. Oh, how I hate heroes.
They genuinely do not understand just how beneath the Olympians (or any god, for that matter) they really are. They backtalk and sass us, as if we do not have the power to explode every cell, every atom, every molecule in their bodies?
We should just go back to the way things were. Back when we could just obliterate a child without being harped on about it. Does no one think that obliterating their voice boxes will not help?
Dionysus, you drunk (Ha-ha. He wishes). If I was a demigod, I'd be a pile of ash by now. I just can't hold back most of my sarcasm. Like when my cousin said that we should take the ICU to get home, I said, "Right, we should just drive straight through the Intensive Care Unit. Forget about the patients." It was my way off telling him that he meant ICC. :P