[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Dining Pavilion 
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	Arthur had to keep himself from glaring at the God of The Sun. He didn't quite think he hated the gods, but there was a kind rage brimming within him towards them. He didn't even know if it would be fair to hate them for the mere fact that they were deities. A kind of cosmic racism felt wrong, but at the same time, they were the things who could wipe him off the face of the Earth with a thought, so apprehension towards them still felt meritied. In any case, he didn't want it to be obvious, lest he be turned into a worm.

	He crossed his arms whispered back to ANdy, "[color=4286f4]I don't know, but I don't want anything to do with it.[/color]" He was trying not to sound scared, but his voice came off as monotone and flat. As he stepped off to be alone with Nancy, Arthur noticeably relaxed. It sucked that these gods would be a regular part of his life from now on, most people got to live their entirety of their lives and not even know they were real, but now they would randomly show up at what was practically his front doorstep, and he couldn't do anything about it. If he left,m he might be less likely to run into them, but then monsters would surely find him, and besides, he [i]liked[/i] it at camp, and really didn't want to leave.