"oh, I was talking with Liam" they point "over there, and I realized there was probably a book of minor gods in the library I could use to find whoever my mom is, based on something I allegedly did"
"Oh! Arpo think that cool!"
*im impressed you noticed that. this thread moves pretty quick*
"thanks arpo" Omar continues skimming, looking for anything related to trauma. "hey, how did you know about the thing with Angelo?"
"... Arpo knows manny things."
"what kind of things?"
"The kind of things Arpo knows. Obviously."
"of course. do you know what happened to the girl who had the anxiety attack? any idea where that came from?" Omar is still skimming
"Ah yes! Gambler. Gambler has much Trauma. Did Trauma Buy cause Gambler's trauma?"
"i- I don't think so. m-maybe? how could I do that?"
"Well, Trauma boy gave Italian Walll Lizard trauma, so why not Gambler?"
"well, clover is my friend. Angelo was activley attacking me. the circumstances don't match up"
"True... Gambler's trauma was probably caused by Big City Fight anyways."
"that's what they told me. any idea what angelo's deal is? why their dad's voice would make them do that?"
"... Arpo knows all, but that does not mean Arpo can tell all. Italian Wall Lizard will turn arpo intn soup!"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The girl from the capture the flag game, who had mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the game a few nights before, stumbles out of the woods. Her armor is gone, replaced by a ragged camp t-shirt and leggings. The massive sword she had in the battle is also nowhere to be seen.
She limps to the middle of camp, covered in wounds and mud, heading for the big house, but her legs give out and she collapses in the middle of the cabin commons with a grunt.
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
"Hah. And you believed him? HE's totally a monster. Be gald he didn't steal your life as well."
Cordon turns t oleave, absentmindedly flipping a coin.
“Where did you get that?” Evan asks suspiciously.
"Hm? Nothing." Cordon turns around, showing you his empty palms.
“I could have sworn you had a coin in your hand.”
"Pssh. Get outta here, ya crazy kid!" Cordon waves his hand dismisively.
“Hey!”
"Hm? What?"
“Hermes kids are robbers… I don’t know how you did it, but if you have my stuff, please give it back. I need that!”
Cordon looks offended.
"Hey! Not all hermes kids are robbers! Hermes is also the god of travelers, herding, dice games, and stuff like that! But does anyone care?! No! It's always, Hey! Give me back my stuff! Or, Hey! You stole that! And whilst most of the times those assumptions are true, it's still rude! I'm deeply offended!"
“Stop playing games with me! I need that stuff! It’s mine and I need it so I can get away-“
"One, I, Cordon Steel, did not take anything from you right then and there in that instance in which you were talking about. I swear that on the River Styx. Two, get away?"
“It’s nothing!”
"I might be ble to pull a few strings and convince someone to give some particular articles of moetary value back to you if you tell me..."
“Ugh! It sucks being a son of Zeus not only because I hate my dad! Everyone says it’s too dangerous for me out there, that the monsters want me more than most other demigods, and I don’t want to stay here forever! I was planning on going on a quest and then ditching it, but quests are way rarer than I thought. So I’ll probably just make a run for it.”
"... That is a very easy way to get yourself killed in very painfull and nasty ways. You will die. It's not even a possibility that you'll last a month out there on your own as a child of Zeus. You will die."
“I don’t care! I survived plenty before I got to camp! I can survive a while longer!”
The girl from the capture the flag game, who had mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the game a few nights before, stumbles out of the woods. Her armor is gone, replaced by a ragged camp t-shirt and leggings. The massive sword she had in the battle is also nowhere to be seen.
She limps to the middle of camp, covered in wounds and mud, heading for the big house, but her legs give out and she collapses in the middle of the cabin commons with a grunt.
An apollo kid rushes out to help.
"Whoah whoah whoah! Who are you? What happened? Nevermind..."
He yells for help, and other medics rush out the Apollo cabin, alongside one of those wheelie beds. They put her on the bed, and push it into the Infirmiry.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"Hah. And you believed him? HE's totally a monster. Be gald he didn't steal your life as well."
Cordon turns t oleave, absentmindedly flipping a coin.
“Where did you get that?” Evan asks suspiciously.
"Hm? Nothing." Cordon turns around, showing you his empty palms.
“I could have sworn you had a coin in your hand.”
"Pssh. Get outta here, ya crazy kid!" Cordon waves his hand dismisively.
“Hey!”
"Hm? What?"
“Hermes kids are robbers… I don’t know how you did it, but if you have my stuff, please give it back. I need that!”
Cordon looks offended.
"Hey! Not all hermes kids are robbers! Hermes is also the god of travelers, herding, dice games, and stuff like that! But does anyone care?! No! It's always, Hey! Give me back my stuff! Or, Hey! You stole that! And whilst most of the times those assumptions are true, it's still rude! I'm deeply offended!"
“Stop playing games with me! I need that stuff! It’s mine and I need it so I can get away-“
"One, I, Cordon Steel, did not take anything from you right then and there in that instance in which you were talking about. I swear that on the River Styx. Two, get away?"
“It’s nothing!”
"I might be ble to pull a few strings and convince someone to give some particular articles of moetary value back to you if you tell me..."
“Ugh! It sucks being a son of Zeus not only because I hate my dad! Everyone says it’s too dangerous for me out there, that the monsters want me more than most other demigods, and I don’t want to stay here forever! I was planning on going on a quest and then ditching it, but quests are way rarer than I thought. So I’ll probably just make a run for it.”
"... That is a very easy way to get yourself killed in very painfull and nasty ways. You will die. It's not even a possibility that you'll last a month out there on your own as a child of Zeus. You will die."
“I don’t care! I survived plenty before I got to camp! I can survive a while longer!”
"... Did you survive whilst knowing you were a demigod...?"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"oh, I was talking with Liam" they point "over there, and I realized there was probably a book of minor gods in the library I could use to find whoever my mom is, based on something I allegedly did"
"Oh! Arpo think that cool!"
*im impressed you noticed that. this thread moves pretty quick*
"thanks arpo" Omar continues skimming, looking for anything related to trauma. "hey, how did you know about the thing with Angelo?"
"... Arpo knows manny things."
"what kind of things?"
"The kind of things Arpo knows. Obviously."
"of course. do you know what happened to the girl who had the anxiety attack? any idea where that came from?" Omar is still skimming
"Ah yes! Gambler. Gambler has much Trauma. Did Trauma Buy cause Gambler's trauma?"
"i- I don't think so. m-maybe? how could I do that?"
"Well, Trauma boy gave Italian Walll Lizard trauma, so why not Gambler?"
"well, clover is my friend. Angelo was activley attacking me. the circumstances don't match up"
"True... Gambler's trauma was probably caused by Big City Fight anyways."
"that's what they told me. any idea what angelo's deal is? why their dad's voice would make them do that?"
"... Arpo knows all, but that does not mean Arpo can tell all. Italian Wall Lizard will turn arpo intn soup!"
"of course" Omar continues skimming, reading entries from even the most obscure gods. "hey arpo, I think there's a page missing here"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The girl from the capture the flag game, who had mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the game a few nights before, stumbles out of the woods. Her armor is gone, replaced by a ragged camp t-shirt and leggings. The massive sword she had in the battle is also nowhere to be seen.
She limps to the middle of camp, covered in wounds and mud, heading for the big house, but her legs give out and she collapses in the middle of the cabin commons with a grunt.
A black and blue haired girl hurries over to her, throwing a coffee cup to the side. “The hell happened? What were you fighting?” She tries to lift her to her legs, but the physical contact is only draining her energy more bit by bit.
"I don't know, but look here, there a tear right along the edge" Omar points to a torn edge
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"... Did you survive whilst knowing you were a demigod...?"
“No, but I’m sure I’ll be able to survive!”
"Hah. Yeah. Kid, trust me. If you leave, you'll die. Trust me."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"I don't know, but look here, there a tear right along the edge" Omar points to a torn edge
Arpo squaks again.
"How dare they!"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The girl from the capture the flag game, who had mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the game a few nights before, stumbles out of the woods. Her armor is gone, replaced by a ragged camp t-shirt and leggings. The massive sword she had in the battle is also nowhere to be seen.
She limps to the middle of camp, covered in wounds and mud, heading for the big house, but her legs give out and she collapses in the middle of the cabin commons with a grunt.
An apollo kid rushes out to help.
"Whoah whoah whoah! Who are you? What happened? Nevermind..."
He yells for help, and other medics rush out the Apollo cabin, alongside one of those wheelie beds. They put her on the bed, and push it into the Infirmiry.
“I’m fine!” She growls, trying to push away the medics. Despite her muscular build and divine strength, her wounds make her to weak. As they push her, she says “I promise I’m fine.”
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
"I don't know, but look here, there a tear right along the edge" Omar points to a torn edge
Arpo squaks again.
"How dare they!"
"who's been in here lately?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The girl from the capture the flag game, who had mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the game a few nights before, stumbles out of the woods. Her armor is gone, replaced by a ragged camp t-shirt and leggings. The massive sword she had in the battle is also nowhere to be seen.
She limps to the middle of camp, covered in wounds and mud, heading for the big house, but her legs give out and she collapses in the middle of the cabin commons with a grunt.
An apollo kid rushes out to help.
"Whoah whoah whoah! Who are you? What happened? Nevermind..."
He yells for help, and other medics rush out the Apollo cabin, alongside one of those wheelie beds. They put her on the bed, and push it into the Infirmiry.
“I’m fine!” She growls, trying to push away the medics. Despite her muscular build and divine strength, her wounds make her to weak. As they push her, she says “I promise I’m fine.”
"No. You aren't fine. Your wounds are begining to swell. Your skin is paleing. Probably some sort of nerve damage as well. You're hurt."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"I don't know, but look here, there a tear right along the edge" Omar points to a torn edge
Arpo squaks again.
"How dare they!"
"who's been in here lately?"
"Hmmm... Well, Trauma boy has been here quite recently..."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"... Arpo knows all, but that does not mean Arpo can tell all. Italian Wall Lizard will turn arpo intn soup!"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
The girl from the capture the flag game, who had mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the game a few nights before, stumbles out of the woods. Her armor is gone, replaced by a ragged camp t-shirt and leggings. The massive sword she had in the battle is also nowhere to be seen.
She limps to the middle of camp, covered in wounds and mud, heading for the big house, but her legs give out and she collapses in the middle of the cabin commons with a grunt.
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
“Change of subject. How did you get to camp? Everybody has an interesting story.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I don’t care! I survived plenty before I got to camp! I can survive a while longer!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
An apollo kid rushes out to help.
"Whoah whoah whoah! Who are you? What happened? Nevermind..."
He yells for help, and other medics rush out the Apollo cabin, alongside one of those wheelie beds. They put her on the bed, and push it into the Infirmiry.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"... Did you survive whilst knowing you were a demigod...?"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"of course" Omar continues skimming, reading entries from even the most obscure gods. "hey arpo, I think there's a page missing here"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Awwwwww bye Tar Tar*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*CUT WITH CAPATIN*
Arpo squaks indignantly.
"Who would dare vandalize a book?!"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
A black and blue haired girl hurries over to her, throwing a coffee cup to the side. “The hell happened? What were you fighting?” She tries to lift her to her legs, but the physical contact is only draining her energy more bit by bit.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“No, but I’m sure I’ll be able to survive!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"I don't know, but look here, there a tear right along the edge" Omar points to a torn edge
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Hah. Yeah. Kid, trust me. If you leave, you'll die. Trust me."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Arpo squaks again.
"How dare they!"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“I don’t want to stay here!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I’m fine!” She growls, trying to push away the medics. Despite her muscular build and divine strength, her wounds make her to weak. As they push her, she says “I promise I’m fine.”
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
"who's been in here lately?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"No. You aren't fine. Your wounds are begining to swell. Your skin is paleing. Probably some sort of nerve damage as well. You're hurt."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Hmmm... Well, Trauma boy has been here quite recently..."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives