Choose Well Or Die. I Don’t Care

Where Are My Guards? (wulf) Oh, One Is Right Here, But He’s Not Feeling Very Talkative. Death Has A Way Of Making Even The Chattiest Of People Rather Quite. As For The Other…he’s…oh, Wait, Dead Now. (stryker)

I Would Like To Barbecue Those Olympian Gods. They Are Very Tasty. One Day, I’m Going To Eat That Redheaded Goddess, Too. (simi) She Doesn’t Like Artemis. (astrid) The Simi Hates Her, But Akri Says, ‘no, Simi, You Can’t Kill Artemis. Behave, Simi, Don’t Shoot Fire At Her, Don’t Make Her Bald, Simi.’ No, No, No. It’s All I Hear. I Don’t Like That Word. ‘no.’ It Even Sounds Evil. The Simi Tends To Barbecue Anyone Dumb Enough To Say It To Her. But Not Akri. He’s Allowed To Say No To Me; I Just Don’t Like It When He Does. (simi)

I’m Stuck Fighting. (acheron) You’re Stuck Fighting. But You’re Welcome To Come Share My Beach Any Time You Get Tired Of The Brawl. (savitar) Save Me A Spot. If This Blows Up In My Face, I’ll Be Back With My Tail Forever Tucked Between My Legs. (acheron)

There’s Too Much To Be Done. I Need To Know– (jericho) No. (delphine) No, You D’in. (jericho) Yes, I Di’id. Don’t Make Me Use My Jeri Ninja Mind Tricks On You. I Might Screw Up And Fry Your Brains. (delphine)

Have You Any Idea Of What You’ve Unleashed? (hades) Cruelty, Pestilence, Wrath, Violence, Ultimate Suffering…what Other Gifts Did The Gods Bestow On Him?