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Current Happy Birthday to me!
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9 days ago
I always miss the fun stuff and references. Now I'll be wondering what 2011 was referring to.
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10 days ago
What kind of powers do the donuts have?
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11 days ago
Nope. Reboot away.
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22 days ago
That'll be Gatorade's slogan once Data Centers drink up all the water.
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I may not get a post in tonight, but I'll definitely get one in tomorrow.

Reason being I'm heading out with friends and I might smoke and I don't think you'd want me to post high.
The Rebellious One

"Stupid gods." A teenaged boy sitting in the Poseidon's Cabin said while looking outside of the back window and into the sea. That boy's name was Troy, demigod son of the "great" Poseidon. "Always fighting each other and not caring about what it does to the planet they reign over or what it does to their bastard children." He wasn't scared about talking about the gods in such a way. It wasn't that he thought he was invincible. He definitely wasn't. He just didn't care what the gods thought about him or what they would even be willing to do to him for such blasphemous remarks. His mother loved his father and he let her die. He was sure the great Earth Shaker could find the most suitable way to kill a rebellious son if he wanted to. If they were all lucky the gods would end up killing each other in this conflict and their children could become gods to take their place. He honestly wasn't even sure if that was how it worked. Heracles became a god, but it wasn't a poof automatic thing. He knew that his older half-brother could be a good replacement for Poseidon. Troy even heard that he was once offered godhood, but turned it down. If being a god automatically turned you into a jerk he understood why he declined.

Troy sighed and moved from the window. It was time for the students to come piling in. He looked at his nightstand where a picture of his mother in a frame stood. He was glad that he was able to recover two pictures of his mom. He kept one in his nightstand and another in his pocket. That way he'd always have her with him. Each time he looked at her picture his anger for his father grew, but she seemed to calm his anger whenever he looked at her in battle. Maybe it was because his anger was projected somewhere on one point instead of all around like it tended to be when he lost control. He patted his pocket making sure that his pen was still inside. He liked that it would always be in his pocket when he wasn't using it or if it got away from him. Well, it did take some time before returning to him if he lost it in a fight. Those moments of not having it almost cost him his head a few times. His father would have to do better than that if he wanted to kill him.

He finally exited the cabin and stretched as the rays of the sun hit him. "Time to see what this Summer brings us."

Death's Kid

Dorian had said goodbye to his mother the previous night and decided to visit his father before the first official day of Camp Half-Blood's summer. He passed into the Underworld and spoke to his father who had warned him of the Civil War that was happening between the gods of Olympus. This was his first time hearing about it and was told that the war would come to the doors of camp as well. That didn't sound good, but Dorian didn't know if he could even do anything about it. He tended to cause people to want to kill each other even more with his Death Drive ability. He could try speaking with them, but he never tried his oratory skills on such a large audience. He definitely wasn't sure that he could even convince the Ares Cabin with his words considering that they loved war. His best bet was to stay out of it, right? His father warned him that campers might die when they go against each other, but could that really be true? Would they let a war between their parents force them to forget about the friendships that they made?

War made people do horrible things. Civil Wars were even worse. Brother against brother. Friend against friend. Neighbor against neighbor. The relationships between people didn't stop the blood flow or even slow it. It only made it worse. He didn't really have many friends to worry about having to fight if he did choose a side. He barely had anyone there who he would even consider his friend. Most stayed away from him despite there being a child of Hades there, but apparently being a child of Hades wasn't as frightening as a child of Death. He spent the rest of the night and early morning with his father before he decided it was time to go to camp.

He appeared in front of the camp's field and walked inside. "Here goes nothing."
@KazeXDZ Hmm not sure about the power since the only elemental character we have so far is electricity, plus that same character has a gang based storyline so far. Would you be willing to rework those parts of the character?

Also you were gone a HELL of a long time from showing interest in the RP until now, will you be on reliably enough from here on out assuming no freak occurrences?


Probably not. He's been gone 3 days so far since he's posted the CS.

And it's alright T2
Me too. If it stops now it didn't have the chance to even get anywhere.

Edit: @ViolentViolet You don't have to post if you don't want to. No need to force it just so it could drudge on.
That's definitely an interesting one there.
So is this dead now?

@ViolentViolet@Arista
@Lord Wraith Yeah. I think the artist's original intention was a redesign of Damian.
If I did a new Robin pushing Damian out of the role I'd probably use this picture for him.


@FacePunch Let me know how it is, interested in seeing it myself.


Same.
While the others were just getting up JC was on the roof of their Tower finishing up his morning training. He didn't sleep much and if he were to be honest, he really didn't need to. He wouldn't call himself an insomniac. He was like that weird looking rapper, Kevin Gates. He didn't get tired. If he did sleep it wasn't for so long since his body would automatically wake him up soon enough. He figured it was time for him to take a shower and get dressed so he could get prepared for the day.

JC headed down to his room to pick out his clothes for the day and headed into the shower. While he was in the shower he heard Rose speak through his communicator. He finished up, dried himself off, and just put on his hero outfit instead of putting it under his normal clothes. He then tossed the civilian clothes into his room before heading to the kitchen first. He wasn't going to go fighting on an empty stomach. That'd prove more dangerous than anything. When he arrived he saw some of the others heading out of the kitchen and towards the hangar. He didn't speak to them and walked straight to the freezer to get a pint of ice cream.

Once he got a spoon he took a spoonful of the ice cream and put it in his mouth. It started to melt instantly. He kind of liked his ice cream warm. It was weird, but whatever. He turned to see the naked Amazon and said, "It must be cold in here." Without another word he headed towards the hangar while eating his ice cream on the way.
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