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Post by Kalub Rade on Jun 13, 2011 22:24:05 GMT -8
DEAR DIARY ,
Let's see... one of the other campers suggested I put my thoughts in a journal after I told him to rot in Tartarus. As clever of a comeback as it was, the ignorant Dionysus kid made some sense. My mind is so overloaded with the rebels attacking, I just want to get my thoughts on paper. I've set up a tent by the pavilion and loaded it with as much weaponry as possible. I'm staying here. I know my siblings need me, but I can't bear to be in the cabins during this struggle. It doesn't make sense to lay in a bed next to someone that may try and slip a dagger between your ribs while you sleep.
Speaking of daggers, I had one thrown at my head today. An Ares camper got a little mad after I tossed my shield at him and knocked him over. My helmet got a scratch, but I'm fine. The worst wound I've gotten so far was a spear shaft in my side. The Apollo medics thought I might've cracked a rib, but it felt fine the next day. Let's see... what else for my first journal entry? Should I talk a little about my riveting personality? Hahahaha. NO. Who cares? Like anyone's going to read this anyway...
END THOUGHTS.
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Post by Kalub Rade on Jun 18, 2011 1:42:13 GMT -8
DEAR DIARY ,
I know the Gods are turning their backs to us demigods as we tear each other apart, but I really wish I could ask someone with celestial connections a few questions. So here you go, Diary, maybe you can shed some light on my undying curiosity.
1.) In the Second Titan War, where the hell were all the female titans? They didn't participate, so did they just chill as their husbands tried to take over the world and topple Olympus? What about now, after their husbands and brothers were all defeated? Are they angry? Is anyone actually keeping an eye on these all-powerful ladies?
2.) If Stygian Iron is created when the weapon is cooled in the River Styx, then do all the rivers of the Underworld grant abilities on the weapons that are cooled in them? Like the Lythe. Does it make it so that it damages the memories (or even wipes them) of whatever it cuts? 'Cause that'd be cool.
3.) Am I going to get a girlfriend? It'd be nice if there was a girl interested in me, or... yeah. It'd be nice. How am I going to get my first kiss if there's not a first girl?
4.) If I summoned a few hellhounds into camp, would all the fighting stop? At least, all the fighting between the campers? I doubt it, but it's still a thought. Maybe we'd all join forces. Then again, it's just as likely if we all joined hands and sang Kumbaya.
5.) When is this fighting going to be over? I want to try and get a quest to search for the Palladium. I read it protected Troy until someone nabbed it, so if we had it in camp, then everyone would be a little bit safer.
6.) What's the fad with the pegasi? They're winged horses, yeah. But wouldn't it be cooler to ride a griffin, or a giant owl, or... a dragon?! Pegasi aren't suited for battle, anyways. They're only good for aerial drops and bombardment. Those hooves can't pierce metal, and they sure as Hades can't breathe fire. I swear I'm going to catch a monster that I can ride, look cool on, AND do some damage with.
7.) Where the hell is my cabin leader? She's supposed to be a leader, but I haven't even seen her amongst all this chaos the rebels are causing. I keep to myself, but still. Shouldn't she be leading the forces and helping to scheme the next big attack?
8.) ... Will I ever run out of questions? No. So I'll stop myself now.
END THOUGHTS.
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Post by Kalub Rade on Jun 21, 2011 19:03:57 GMT -8
DEAR DIARY ,
Stupid Eric. If he wasn't such a wuss, maybe that Apollo girl wouldn't have stabbed him in the arm with that enchanted arrow. Sounds almost like the beginning of a fairy tale. EXCEPT, now I'm injured after going on a psycho-hero rampage with a wounded and unconscious Eric slung over my shoulder. I was stabbed, cut, shot, punched, kicked, and nearly beaten to a complete pulp as a barreled my way through the rebel forces. Luckily, we both got out alive, though... not unscathed. Now I'm wrapped up like a mummy because of STUPID ERIC. You know what? Stupid me. I should've just sat on him and fought off the other campers until some help could arrive. But impatient and hopeless me, I HAD TO SAVE HIM. Asshole. Stupid Eric. And what has he got? An arrow wound in the arm? Oooooo. That must really hurt, Eric. That's it. I'm gonna hobble over to his cabin and kick his ass with my crutch.
END ANGRY RANT THOUGHTS.
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Post by Kalub Rade on Jun 23, 2011 23:29:10 GMT -8
DEAR DIARY ,
I've been thinking about Kalina lately... I'd never admit to anyone, but I miss her so much. My blood boils at the thought of what those rebels might be doing to her. I've already presented by plan for getting the prisoners out, but there's nothing I can do until the resistance organizes effectively. Otherwise, the entire extraction team could be slaughtered. I'd be killed in minutes, if not seconds, of trying to charge the forge alone. Me and Kalina have been friends for so long. I feel helpless and lost with her trapped in there. Damn it! I've just got to think about other things.
Let's see... my wounds are healing well. But that's old news. I don't really care about that. Uhm... OH! Today I figured out how to summon the "sea" serpent that lives in the lake. It's a lot simpler than everyone thinks, and surprisingly, the serpent is rather docile. It's huge, and apparently nocturnal, but utterly harmless. I threw a rock at it, and it merely blinked and sprayed me with a jet of water. Kalina would love it so much... DAMN IT! STOP THINKING ABOUT HER, KALUB! If, no, when she gets out of the hands of those beasts, I'm going to kill every one that laid a hand on her, and then I'm going to bring her out on the lake at night and show her the serpent...
*droplets of water (or tears) stain the bottom of the page*
I'M COMING FOR YOU, KALINA.
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Post by Kalub Rade on Jun 27, 2011 18:43:30 GMT -8
DEAR DIARY ,
Alright. I can't even begin to explain my joy at seeing Kalina be (semi) alright after getting her out of the forge. I swear, if the news of whoever was torturing those campers gets out, I'm going to kill them. End of story.
BUT! That's not what this entry is going to be about! Instead, I'm going to talk about how my dad called me the other day. I had to go outside the boundary to get reception (and was ambushed by a Lastrygonian giant, but I'm fine). He said that he was really proud of me, blah blah blah, and that he was taking some time off from the the service to spend some time with me. So I'm going to be leaving camp for a few weeks! He said that he wanted to make the trip all about me, and since I haven't really been able to get out much on any quests lately, he said that I could choose where we went. I CAN'T DECIDE! Chiron would never allow me out of camp if he knew that my father was letting me choose where get to vacation (which basically means where we're going to go try and find some cool monsters).
Plus, my dad also said I could bring a friend along! That part is killing me the most. All my friends need it, but the only two people I'd even remotely consider bringing with me would be Eric or Kalina. I'm used to them. I can stand them. I'll figure that part out later, but... I GET TO CHOOSE WHERE WE GO MONSTER HUNTING! Oh my gods, I'm so excited! Chiron once mentioned that Alaska has some crazy dangerous (meaning cool, of course) monsters lurking on the edges of Western Civilization, and Hawaii is just churning with all sorts of oceanic beasties. Then, I also wanted to go out and check out the Sea of Monsters. Or maybe the Appalachian Mountains. I saw a griffin flying around there once we drove by, but I was kind of being tracked by a few hellhounds, so I couldn't stop to investigate. I'll have to do some more research before I tell my dad where we're going. The best part about my dad is that he can see through the Mist. It's what makes him such a great soldier in the Army. But he's also manufactured his own line of Celestial Bronze bullets so that he can handle himself when any monsters come snooping around the house when I'm not home.
Damn. I swear I've got it made. Badass military dad who is willing to take me and a friend anywhere for vacation? Couldn't get any better than this.
END THOUGHTS.
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