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A wild card in Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

No one expects to be a demi-god, ha well I did, and when I "Regained Corporeal form" after my interdimensional acid trip, I wasn't, instead I was in a EXTREMELY familiar room with the long-nosed pimp master himself, Igor. Shit..... maybe don't go driving during a hurricane next time, dumbass. (SI-oc)

Johnathan_Banks · Anime & Comics
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14 Chs

My RUN in with Hell......Hounds.

...Place:Nameless forest(???) Time:Night Status:tbd.......

After walking for a few hours? the sun went down and the moon came up.(Damn bro that's crazy) And I started to feel less and less comfortable with my surroundings. I started to trip and fall on big rocks, and overgrown roots and I felt I had became truly lost.(Already were dumbass) And that started to happen BEFORE it started getting cold. I was "Shivering my timbers", as they say(Persona three reference, toaster???), but I never stopped walking, and continued on my way humming a few tunes. After a while I started hearing spooky sounds, ike grass swaying, critters scuttling and the incessant hoot of an owl(s)(Couldn't have been just one as the hooting never stopped nor slowed down, just got faster.). Now I like to think of myself as a brave guy, ready to face any challenge I face.(Keyword there is think) However after my kaleidoscopic trip, confirmation that I am a wildcard never appeared, which didn't exactly bolster my confidence that I could take on any creepy crawlies that appeared whilst I was travelling. Of course I was on high alert, but when your in a world you know little to nothing about your high alert can practically mean jack shit. and I learned that one the hard way. As I was walking, I heard something. 

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"(Great howl btw, scared the shit out of me.)

Followed by the movement of a large EXTREMLY large creature, proven by the fact the ground started shaking and the sound of impact(Mauling those poort trees) with trees. I decided to book the fuck out of there.(Why I thought I could out run this bitch I could never know.) And quickly came to the conclusion I had little to no chance of escaping. Of course not wanting to die again I would come up with the greatest plan in the world, hide hoping it was chasin that didn't start with m and end with e. So I jumped into a bush,(Wow, something not dirt tree or rock) and prayed to my lord and savior door-kun. I did not get a response, of course, I was not expecting one but it would have been funny though. But then knocking me out of my thoughts was IT. 

It was a big ass black bull dog surrounded in fire and looked like it came straight out of my.... neighbors yard(Her dogs were scary). Terrified(Pussy) I tried to calm myself down as much as I could and hope it went past me. 

*sniff* *sniff* *Sniff*

The dog put its nose to the air and sniffed around for a bit before closing in to the tree I was hiding behind. My heart sunk to the bottom of my chest. I could feel the mutt's hot breath blowing on my neck. I could hear the saliva dripping down its maw. And in a moment I suddenly unlocked ultra fucking instinct, and preformed the most exquisite lazy donkey roll ever seen. The dog had bitten the godamn tree in half like it was an oreo, and and had me almost pissing my pants. Not wanting to die I drew my katana and prepared for a fight. 

The dog, seeing me do this snorted mockingly? I sweatdropped. I don't think dogs are supposed to think though? And prepared for its attack. It never did, instead the dog sat down, waiting for me to strike first. High off of adrenaline I launched forward with as much strength as I could muster, and swung my katana at the big dog's head. 

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The sword shattered on impact, shards of it impaling themselves into my arms. 

"What. The. FVCK?" I screamed, not just from the pain but the absurdity of the fact the dogs hide was stronger than a fucking sword. The sword must have been made from papier-mâché or some shit. Who the fuck brought me a sword from wish.com???? 

Wincing from the pain, the dog immediately seized the opportunity to strike at me with its big ass paws. Barely having time to block, the attack shredded through my skin like a butterknife. Screaming bloody murder, I was knocked into a tree promptly. feeling the pain spreading through my body, my screams intensified, to the point where my throat started bleeding. I was crying, and screaming. Pain was building up, and I felt like I was going to die again. The hell hound approched me, and I knew it was over for me, and so to leave one final message to the world screaming to the heavens "I'M NAT COT OHT FUR THUS SHUT!"