Mythology Reborn 2.0

March 1st, Pantheon Incorporated, New Olympus

"I made them, you know."

He stood upon the highest floor of the tallest building by far in all of New Olympus; the headquarters of Pantheon Incorporated. He looked down out of the large window in the front of his private quarters, which reflected his being in the absence of sunlight. He was dressed in a fine gold robe, and the red forest of hair covering his chest practically filled the gap in the middle. A fiery mane surrounded his head, and a mighty hand clenched a gold goblet of wine. His hard, piercing eyes surveyed the city beneath him, practically crackling as if with electricity.

"Made who now, husband?"

A tall woman strolled in from a room on the left. She kept the door open, revealing a luxurious bedchamber within. The window reflected every single inch of her beauty; it was enough to garner the gaze of most men, but her 'partner' would have nothing of it. He had other matters on his mind...

"Them" said the man, gesturing towards those below who still walked the streets even at this late hour.

"Really now?", said the woman. "Wouldn't have guessed."

"I made them, in more ways than one. The phones they carry, the laptops they lug around in their packs, even those televisions which some of them are practically glued to; I may not have invented the first of their kind, but what they carry now is still of my invention."

"Of our son's invention, you mean," said the woman, gazing carelessly at the night sky.

"He is my son; therefore, whatever he invents, whatever he possesses, belongs to—"

"Oh, shut it, won't you?! If there is one thing that I have taken to heart as of recent, it's this; one should always get to the point."

"You dare speak thus to the Lord of—!"

"Oh, hush dear. We aren't exactly back home anymore, are we? Nor have we been for some time."

The man glared at the woman for what seemed like eternity, and continued to gaze at the cityscape before him.

"Home is where the heart is", he said. "And the heart of our new home is to be..."

He held up his free hand, and pointed down right where he was standing.

"...right at our very feet!"

"Yes, yes," said the woman. "And things will be how they used to be, how they always should have been, wine and ambrosia, etc, etc..."

"Do not mock me, woman!"

"Then don't waste my time."

"Hm. Very well." He looked back towards the people below. "I see these, these ants. I see them. And I remember how it used to be; those pathetic whelps, these insects of our creation, groveled at our very feet! And now, to think they shall be given Godhood?!"

"Not all of them, darling. Although, it was somewhat your fault..."

"Now that, I will admit, loath as I am to do so." He took a slow sip of his goblet. "A minor miscalculation on the part of that seer."

"Who, I will remind you, you made a God in the first place, so in a way, it is your fault, isn't it?"

"Only you," said the man, "could speak as you do and still not have been sent to the pits."

"I try."

"Well, no matter. But still, to give them such power, merely to regain our own? 'Tis sick joke of the highest order." He took a longer gulp from his drink.

"Oh," said the woman, "I doubt some of them will even possess enough 'sapience', or whatever they call it these days, to even care a whit about how or why things will have changed, in the end. If they won't give a care about the world, then why should you?"

The man took another drink from his goblet, then slammed it straight to the ground. "As always, woman, you speak the truth. Or at least, when you aren't so jealous of my other wives."

"And seeing as you currently have none here to speak of...," said the woman.

"You always were the most tenacious," said the man. He then opened his arms, as the woman flung her body straight into his chest. And as the two shared a deep, passionate kiss in the pale moonlight, down below, on the city streets, a man suddenly found himself collapsing to the ground. His clothes began to tear as his body started to bulge; large black hooves burst out of his shoes in place of feet, and two large horns shot up from a now tattered cap. And his cry of sheer agony was so loud, so piercing, that it reached the top floor of Pantheon Incorporated itself. The man momentarily turned away from his kiss, knowing full well what had just occurred.

"It has begun."

March 26th, Streets of New Olympus

"Hello, dear citizens of New Olympus! This is Molly Grace reporting to you LIVE, right in the most affected part of the city! As you can clearly see, in just a matter of days, what used to be a thriving city has now in part become a literal urban jungle! Entire buildings have been covered with vines, moss and greenery as they begin to turn into trees and mountains, and the streets are covered with weeds and grass, as if they too were transforming into a far more natural state. Honestly, if it weren't for my fellow staff being right here with me as I report the situation to you LIVE, I would think I was high on LSD! But no, dear viewers, as hard as it is to believe, and I know it is, the entire city is changing right before our eyes! Either the Maiyans were off a few years, or Gaia has finally decided to start picking us off! We— hold it! Garry, turn the camera over there! Right over there! There, dear viewers! Do you see? Again, it is hard to believe, but there it is! An entire pack of centaurs, right before our eyes! And parents, you'd better tell your kids to amscray, because some of these horsies have breasts, and all of them are bare, and we don't have any censor bars when we're doing it LIVE! It— ...hold on. Uh, yes, we—"

"Uh, Molly?"

"Yeah, Garry? I'm trying to do a... trying to do a... is it just me or is the world getting... getting bigger... Hee. Teehee. Teeheeheeheeheehee!"

"Uh, sorry folks, but — oh, I'm Gerry, the cameraman — sorry, but uh, it seems that we're uh, having some, uh, technical difficulties. Yeah, that's it! Technical difficulties! And — oh, crap, Molly! No, no, c'mon! Okay, c'mon Gerry, think of Molly, Molly would want you to keep it together... Uh, it seems that, um, that Molly has shrunk to approximately the size of an inch, is about, um, about 20 years younger, and is flying straight out of her now empty clothes and off into the distance thanks to a new pair of shiny wings. Huh. At least she seems happy—"

"GROOOOOAAAAAAAR!!!"

"Ohmygodohmygod OHMYGOD! Have to turn this thing around— oh. Uh, well, people back home, uh, I suppose you should know that um, I kinda' brought my pet Charly along, in the back of my truck. Charly is, or was, a terrier, and uh, well, it seems Charly has just turned into a, um, to put it bluntly, uh... he's just turned into a giant three-headed dog. And he does not seem happy. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALP!"

Meanwhile, in the distance, a black van stood motionless, as a pair of sunglasses leered out of the cracks of one of the windows...

edited 26th Oct '14 10:40:08 PM by kkhohoho

On the Rooftops of New Olympus

High above the newsman, 18 year old Caleb Strauss was sitting on the limb of a large tree growing out of an apartment rooftop, talking on a cell phone.

"…t's lucky that you guys decided to visit Gramps and Grandma in Whistler. New Olympus is getting more and more crazy." Caleb said, his stony expression softening as the other speaker talked. "No, the roads out are still closed… …I know, Mira… …Yeah, I promise… …Love you too, Sis. Tell everyone I'll try to stay safe… …Bye." Hanging up, the teenager breathed a sigh of relief. "Fuck…That's a load off my shoulders." He muttered.

Is Miranda safe? The familiar voice in his head spoke up.

Caleb hopped off the tree and landed on the building's roof, before making his way down the external fire exit. She's fine, Anansi. Mom and Dad took her to Canada to stay with my grandparents.

Thank the maker...

You were worried about them too? The teen thought, slightly surprised by the god's reaction.

Of course! Anansi proclaimed, adopting an expression of mock hurt. They are the family of my host. It's in my best interests that they should be safe and happy.

You sure it has nothing to do with Sis loving your stories? Caleb deadpanned, his lips curling upward slightly

The spider god grinned mischievously That's just a big plus.

"GROOOOOAAAAAAAR!!!"

Looking down, the teen caught sight of the ruined news truck, and the cameraman about to get eaten by a giant three-headed-dog. "Holy Shit!"

Acting quickly, Caleb jumped over the side of the metal staircase, before seemingly defying the laws of gravity and running down the side of the building. Just as the man screamed for help, Caleb tackled him out of the Cerberus' path.

"You alright?" He asked, before catching sight of the smashed camera on the floor. "Oh…Sorry."

edited 26th Oct '14 8:01:21 PM by SvenOrzoKarkoff

"Ooooooooooooooh I've got the world on a string, I'm sittin' on a rainbow. Got that string around my finger. What a world, what a life...Shit. What's that last part?"

"I'm in love."

Since when do you know Sinatra?

I focus on what you see, hear, and do. I can do little else.

Except scramble my brain with your blabbering. Christ, don't you ever shut up?

Not when I see injustice to protest. You may control my prison, but my lips remain free.

Yeah, well we'll just see how long that lasts.

The pinstriped man hopped over a pothole puddle, not unlike a child playing in the rain. Not every road had broken up this badly, but the city hardly seemed "vehicle friendly" anymore. It was probably for the best; nowadays most of the city wasn't interested in cars.

And yet here one was! A busted up news van complete with satellite dish and terrified cameraman. The pinstriped man hadn't seen a normal person for at least half a day, so the sight of another human was a bit refreshing; the shock of horror on his face, alas, was less so.

The cameraman was looking at something inside the van, probably a colleague who decided to change species during the show. Judging from the man's face, this thing was worse than a little camera shy.

And then a random kid dove at the cameraman and saved him from certain death. The thing in the van was a three-headed puppy, one that seemed eager to make the cameraman its new chew toy.

Mason, help them. I beg you.

Begging? That's awfully humble for a thing that claims to be a Titan.

If you save their lives, I promise to hold my tongue.

Well with an offer like that, how can I refuse?

The pinstriped man flicked his wrists and two balls of fire sparked in his hands. He whistled to the Cerberus-wannabe like one would to any pooch.

"Here, Cujo! Let's play catch!"

With the technique of a baseball pitcher, the godly host threw his flames in the hellhound's direction.

edited 26th Oct '14 10:00:59 PM by TheodoreHastings

Alectus Fell's Apartment

Khetenakhten.

The man once known as Alectus Fell woke abruptly at the voice. He found his bedclothes had been replaced with a traditional Egyptian schenti. This hardly surprised him; Serqet had given him many gifts in these past weeks.

Khetenakhten, I call upon you. Momentous events transpire in the center of the city. Go, now, as my scout, and my herald.

Any annoyance at being woken was quickly replaced by excitement, Kheten was eager to please his goddess, Of course, my lady. I shall make Wenet herself jealous for my speed.

Eight legs were better than two, of course. By the time he was down the street from his apartment, Kheten had transformed into something unrecognizable.

He had become an arachnid monstrosity, every inch of his flesh now covered in black chitin. Numerous eyes were visible under an ostentatious nemes headdress, each emitting a putrid yellow-green light. His mouth and nose were covered - or possibly, replaced - by a mask-like pair of chelicerae. In his plated hands he held a long, menacing battleaxe, its blade like the crescent moon.

Below his waist ended any resemblance to a man. Two massive pincers preceded a stampede of skittering legs. A segmented tail curled over the armored carapace of his long back, tipped with a wicked stinger. He was easily three times his normal mass now, and perhaps appeared more demonic than divine.

He found his way to the edge of where the worst of the city's changes had taken place. Hearing a scream, he changed course, and moved toward the source of the commotion. Kheten crawled atop a newsvan, practically enveloping it in all his legs, and looked over the scene. A three-headed dog and a man throwing fire; Kheten was in the right place. Taking his left hand off the axe, he summoned a glowing green orb in his palm, dripping with toxicity.

He paused, tilting his head, Which one dies?

His goddess screamed in his mind, The hound, you simple fool!

Not wasting another moment, Kheten's hand shot out like a striking serpent, casting the bolt of venom at the beast.

edited 27th Oct '14 12:16:28 AM by StygianEmperor

Nico Maddox perched on what was once a balcony but was now closer to a rock outcropping, watching the city and its various new arrivals as the Cerberus came into being out of the dog.

Many gods are gathering. Now is our chance.

"Can't just jump down and start asking for names mid-combat now, can I?"

Must you be so awkward? Simply help them and you may be able to determine their identities yourself and I'm sure they'll stick around if you work together

Nico sighed but relented, the primordial goddess in his head ultimately right.

"Whatever."

Suddenly, his eyes turned black and he hovered slightly off the ground. He moved forwards and utilised this levitation to skid down the rock face before approaching the existing fighters and their adversary.

Extending his arm towards the dog, Nico focused and created a ball of chaos static around it, attempting to disorient it and allow the others to get a better shot in.

Jeremy Williams looked at the terrifying terrier with trepidation. Do you really think we can bring that thing down?

There are other immortals here, though nobody I recognize. If they lend their assistance, we should be fine.

We can get to the introductions later! Right now, we need to save those people!

Jeremy extended his hand to the sky, feeling a massive charge of electricity build up in the air. "Good boy. Sit, stay..."

BZZAP!

"Play dead."

edited 27th Oct '14 9:23:02 AM by daird

Fred sat on the street with a hat full of money. By full, I mean that it had 6 to 7 dollars in it. But this was a lot to get at this time, as he had only been begging for an hour or so.

Another day of begging. *sigh*. You never do anything else.

Well it's not as if I can do much else

Nothing interesting ever happens here.

True that.

I hate having to beg every day, it's so demeaning. I used to be a powerful mystic don't ya know...
Fred decided to ignore the rest of that rant. It was a fairly nice day, and Fred enjoyed watching the people walk past.

Someone dropped another 50 cents into his hat

"GROOOAR"

I don't know about you, but I don't think coins are supposed to make that noise.

That's because it's wasn't the coin you imbecile!

Note to self: things to work on after I get a job. Your sense of humour

Fred walked towards the approximate location of the sound.

"Well, this is new. I don't remember there being a forest in the middle of the city. These city projects get wilder every time."

I think you should be more worried about that giant three-headed dog.

I think you're right

edited 28th Oct '14 12:16:32 PM by ThisismahBoomstick

Tyson Fowler was scowling as he walked to work. This was not unusual, because he was always scowling. Flipping burgers for a living tended to sap the happiness out of life. There was also the fact that some unholy demon had taken up residence in his head, and apparently was slowly turning him into a freak of nature. Tyson did not reassure himself that his life 'couldn't get any worse', because he knew it could. He could get shot by a gang banger. Or lose his job, apartment, and the remainder of his self-respect.

Or, he noted as he saw the three-headed dog, the world could fucking end.

Well, at least I have an excuse for being late today. He thought as he cracked his knuckles, his body growing and sprouting wings.

Wait, Interrupted Typhon, That is my child, Cerberus. He should recognize you. Hold your fists unless you need to show him his place.

Your family is fucked up.

I'll have you know my children are feared by even the gods! Now repeat after me, impudent MORTAL!

Tyson grumbled as he strode towards the beast, and sucked in a breath.

"CERBERUS! I AM TYPHON! PROSTRATE YOURSELF AT YOUR FATHER'S FEET THIS INSTANT, PUP, OR ELSE!" He bellowed, loud enough to shake dust from the nearby buildings and scatter birds.

edited 27th Oct '14 2:50:26 PM by kagescorpionakki

"Ow, my ears," Sarah complained to no one. Or at least, that was how it would appear to anyone who was with her. There wasn't another human being in her apartment...with the emphasis on human.

"It sounded like another god," an quiet voice spoke inside her head.

"No kidding, Sherlock," Sarah thought, knowing that the voice could hear her. If it weren't for all the people turning into centaurs and minotaurs and whatever-taurs, she might have thought she'd just gone crazy. But nope, here she was, with a Sumerian goddess inside her head.

"Perhaps someday you will tell me why you keep calling me Sherlock," her voice told her, "You know that my name is Nidaba."

Sarah just rolled her eyes and began to throw some things into her purse. Keys, cellphone, some sunglasses, and a few other useful odds and ends.

"If you are planning to investigate this other god, I would advise you to reconsider," Nidaba told her, It would be quite dangerous."

"Again, no kidding, Sherlock," Sarah said out loud, "I'm getting out of here. That sounded way too close, and I don't want to be anywhere near here if and when a god gets into a fight." She knew, and Nidaba knew as well, that even together they were no match for another god or any sort of savage beast in a straight-up fight.

"That is prudent." Nidaba agreed, "Perhaps we could go to the nearby library again?"

Sarah chuckled. This was the third time today Nidaba had suggested going to the college library, and yesterday she'd asked five times. Not the most subtle goddess out there, was she?

"Fine," Sarah conceded, "Don't get too happy, though."

"Excellent!" was Nidaba's enthusiastic response, drawing another chuckle from Sarah. She turned and headed out the door. She'd have to hurry if she wanted to avoid getting caught up in this fight, or any of the other weirdness going on.

edited 27th Oct '14 6:30:11 PM by TotemicHero

Faith Arakawa stood back from the roaring animal, a stop sign in her hand and over one shoulder like some oversized aluminum bat.

You could take that pup in your sleep, darling. I'm going back to rest for a bit. Wake me if a superior challenge arrives.

She rolled her eyes at the voice of Ishtar, her the Inner Myth that had Awoken within her almost two weeks prior.

Why are you always so sure that everything is weak?

Faith could feel Ishtar about to respond, no doubt with a witty and barbed insult about sex or something, when many things happened at once. Fire stared being thrown, a guy crashed down on top of the dog, ambient electricity prickled Faith's arm hair, and down the street, a man-bug thing was making its way towards the raging dog.

Ishtar, Faith thought sharply, why did you not say something about those four?

A roaring rage swept by, and Faith added, Or that one? Don't you think that the presence of other Myths is noteworthy?

It is, darling. It is you that are lacking noteworthiness.

Sensing Faith's anger growing, the goddess continued.

Honestly, though, I didn't think they would appear. Of course I can feel them, but for so many to jump in at once? For one little dog? It's showoff-ish. Stay where you are, for now. Obviously, I am no longer the only presence in the area. The conflicting scents will hide you for a bit longer, yet.

Forcing regular breaths, and a calm mind, Faith stepped back into the shadows to watch the overkill unfold.

edited 27th Oct '14 8:29:49 PM by silverpunk

"GRROOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuggh..."

Fire, lightning, and poison,. Any one of these would have been enough to put the beast in it's place, but with all of them at once, there wasn't too much of a contest; being disoriented as if on a drunken bender certainly didn't help matters. Unfortunately, the latter meant that Typhon's command fell on deaf ears; the Cerebrus creature was too confused and dazed to fully comprehend such commands. It started to stagger haphazardly among the ever changing city, crashing into forested buildings and trees, all while trying to make sense of it's surroundings...

edited 28th Oct '14 5:34:34 PM by kkhohoho

"Well, that was fun. Now then..."

The pinstriped man flicked his wrists and two more fireballs nested in his hands. He held them in place for now, as he addressed Khetenakhten.

"You got something to say, Human Centipede, or are you looking to get charred?"

"Oh...shit." Sarah didn't normally use language like that, but a giant flaming three-headed dog stumbling down the street towards her kind of got that response. She'd hoped to sneak away, but that was out of the question.

"Try the alley to your left," Nidaba advised. There wasn't any time to do anything, so Sarah jogged over there as best she could. Maybe she should have spent some time in the college gymnasium, like her mother suggested.

Once in the alley, Sarah turned to see the giant dog stumble past, apparently not even noticing her. "It seems to be in pain," Nidaba thought.

"If it finds us, we'll be in pain," Sarah thought back. Luckily, it didn't look like the dog was going to do that, so they were safe for now. Sarah sighed, and collected herself. Deep breaths, happy thoughts, the usual.

"Do you recognize the identity of that beast?" Nibada asked.

"Cerberus, three-headed dog that guards the underworld in Greek...uh, the Greek underworld," Sarah said, nearly referring to them as myths. The voice in her head was definitely not a myth, and neither was that dog, or any of the other strange creatures in the city.

"I see," said Nidaba, "Can you look up more information about this on that tablet of yours?"

Sarah nodded, realizing they better not go anywhere. Pulling the tablet out of her back, she quickly did an online search and found the article on Cerberus. She began to read, with Nidaba looking on...

edited 28th Oct '14 9:06:20 PM by TotemicHero

"Oi, oi. Easy there." Caleb grumbled, stepping between the man in the suit and the Axe-wielding Scorpion-man. "You just dealt with one issue, don't go trying to pick another fight."

Glancing at the being perched on the news van, he frowned, processing the information Anansi provided. "From what I saw, You host Serqet, Goddess of Poisons... if the stories are correct."

"Don't tell me what to pick and what no to pick, kid." frowned the pinstriped man. "I didn't survive an apocalypse to end up bug food."

Do not allow strife to ensue between your kind.

"Everyone, leave the arguing to after the MASSIVE DEMON DOG!"

Nico continued to hover above the ground, attempting to keep his static focused around Cerberus. It was evidently causing some destruction but better objects than people.

He contemplated chasing after it but if it managed to get a reasonable distance away he gave up.

edited 29th Oct '14 3:13:35 AM by TenebrousGaze

"Have it your way..." Caleb sighed.

edited 29th Oct '14 3:37:09 AM by SvenOrzoKarkoff

Kheten made to leap off the van after the three-headed creature, but Serqet stopped him, The creature no longer poses any threat. You have more pressing matters to attend.

He turned towards the fire-wielding man, pulling his huge pincers back, his tail rising over his head threateningly.

Perhaps things are inverted after all. This one begs for death.

No! He merely fears your power, Khetenakhten. Calm the situation.

The manscorpion's posture relaxed as he gave a mocking laugh through his chitin mask, though he chose to retain his perch upon the van. He focused for a moment, grunting as the black carapace upon his upper body began to painfully pull back into his flesh. After a few seconds, Kheten appeared human from the waist up, still wearing the nemes headdress. His held his long axe out to the side like a staff as he spoke,

"I am Khetenakhten."

He turned toward the teenaged boy in the hooded jacked, "I am indeed an archon of the goddess Serqet."

edited 29th Oct '14 8:11:02 AM by StygianEmperor

"Caleb, host of Anansi." The teen replied, nodding respectfully. "I'll see what I can do to help..."

Caleb began following the Cerberus, checking the surrounding area for possible areas to set up a trap. He walked past a nearby alleyway when Anansi spoke up.

Hey Cale. I think we found another God!

Eh? Caleb glanced at the alley, and raised a brow at the lady standing there occupied by a tablet computer. I've seen her on Campus a few times...you mean her? Are you sure?

Yeah! So go say hi! The spider god grinned

That smile of yours isn't really giving me confidence. I don't want to freak regular people out...

Bit late for that…and relax! I got a got a real good feeling about this one. She feels similar to the other guys!

Fine, fine… He grumbled mentally, although walking up to the lady.

"Hey, you from Athena Uni as well?" Caleb greeted, before pointing to his head. "A little god in my head's saying you've got one in yours…great, now I sound like a loon.'' He muttered the last part.

edited 29th Oct '14 4:16:12 PM by SvenOrzoKarkoff

"Well I certainly didn't expect that."

So now we've got a giant dog on our hands. The trouble I go to sometimes.

"You never go to any trouble, anyway, I thought you wanted something to do."

I did, but not like this.

"What else did you want to do then?"

I don't know.

"Then we're going after that dog."

Ugh... Fine

edited 29th Oct '14 5:07:39 AM by ThisismahBoomstick

Follow him!

Fuck that. I'm getting to the bottom of this shit, even if I have to burn down the fucking forest.

"Oi, pinstripes, poison-face." Tyson called to the two divine hosts. "You gonna start shit? 'Cause I'm heading into that forest, and if you hit me in the back I will end you."

So that you are aware, mortal, if my child dies because of your negligence, I will make you suffer. I know not how, but I will.

Yeah, whatever.

The pinstriped man released the flames, though he definitely kept his distance from the arachnid.

"Yeah, I'm not even going to try to pronounce that name. I'll just call you the Human Centipede until that gets old. Well, goodbye."

With the cameraman saved and the kid gone, the pinstriped man had no reason to stay. Might as well follow that taught young man into the woods.

He caught up to the lad soon after he entered.

"I heard what you said to the dog. So you really think you're the Father of All Monsters?"

Streets of New Olympus

The Cerebus continued to lumber about the area. It crushed cars under it's heels, of which some (the cars,)had been transformed into wooden wagons and carts. After bashing it's head into the nearest Arby's, it finally began to regain control of itself, for the most part. It had still been poisoned, and as such, wasn't quite operating at peak strength. It whirled around, sniffing out whoever had caused it to receive such a headache of godly proportions. It wasn't long before it found it. It ran straight over to Nicos, and opened it's gaping maw wide, ready to literately chomp at the bit...

Meanwhile, the Cameraman followed after Caleb. "Wait, wait, wait a minute! You smash the holy hell out of my camera, you all terrorize my dog, (even if he was just about to eat me,) and you just expect to walk off as if nothing happened?! My co-worker just flew off into the air like freaking Tinkerbell, you freaking bastards! What the hell is going on?!"

Meanwhile, as the Camerman and Caleb moved towards Sarah, the black van continued to follow in the shadows. By this point, it had covered itself with a cloaking field, so as to best conceal it's presence. And all the while, the pair of sunglasses continued to peak through the windows, watching the scene as it unfolded...

The Forest

As Tyson and the pinstriped man walked into the forest, they might have noticed something rather... odd. Sitting right in the middle of the road was none other than the cutest, most adorable little bunny rabbit imaginable! It was just laying down, minding it's own business, all while being so cute and cuddly! Surely this little gift from the heavens couldn't conceal something far more dangerous beneath it's tiny little surface, could it? Surely not...

Okay, so lightning isn't going to finish off this beast. Think hitting it might work?

hitting always works.

How did I know you were going to say that?

Jeremy grabbed a mailbox and wrenched it out of the ground, throwing it at Cerberus' middle head. Even if he missed to either side, he'd probably get one of the other heads. Then, he charged in to deliver a right jab to the body and an uppercut to the right head.

The Forest

"Ew. Gross. Seriously, what the hell." Lorenz resisted the urge to gag as he saw the snail wriggling in his fingertips. He sneezed once more as he took a second look at his surroundings. Fresh air, a forest full of pollen and bugs and dirt and annoying sunlight. He winced at the odd ray of sun blinding his eyes through his lenses. "Why am I even doing this?" He questioned in particular as he placed the snail in an assorted container.

Oh please, Lorenz. It's a thrice cursed snail. What is it going to do, slobber all over you? Man up, would you? You said you wanted a remedy for those pimples, and I am answering your desires...of course if you don't want to be the one picking up you can always let me out...

Hahaha,and feel the pain of having my insides forcefully rearranged in those of a woman's? No thanks. I prefer gagging over snails. Lorenz frowned and swallowed, his hands reaching for yet another snail. A ruffling of leaves had him alarmed. Just a rabbit on the road and a couple of other dudes.

How cute. Get ready.Feminine intuition. I feel something ominous. Circe stung Lorenz's mind, urging him to be alert.

edited 29th Oct '14 11:39:18 AM by AtomicNut