World War 3

The apocalypse has come! The government has put a price on the head of anyone who is a part of a fandom. Now it is time for the fandoms to join together as one to take down the government. Many challenges face the fandoms the biggest is being able to cooperate with one another.

Also we need some names for the different fandom members, so if anyone wants to submit a name we will make it a character in the story for that fandom. Thanks!


3. Chapter 2

      Thoughts raced through my mind as I walked down a long hallway. This was unacceptable sure the fandoms are a little destructive now and then but putting a price on out head? Wanting to kill us off one by one. Yeah, good luck with that. I straightened my shirt and brushed dirt off of my pants. Then I pushed open a large steel door that lead to the underground base where the Percy Jackson fandom met. Everyone was standing around talking and laughing as usual, they hadn't seen the poster yet. I squeezed by some kids who were watching a sword fight and walked towards a smaller room where the more advanced fandom members met. As I entered the room the sound of arguing could be heard. Uhh, what was it this time? I wondered taking my seat.

     "Who's to say that Jason isn't as great as Percy?" Mac yelled leaning on the table.

     "Oh, I don't know maybe... everyone!" Kyle yelled right back.

      The two boys were so close their noses were almost touching as they yelled at each other. This was a very common topic that was often fought over. Sadly we didn't have time for that right now. I leaned across the table too and pushed both of them back into their seats. "We have more important matters to discuss." I told them as they sat glaring at each other like two year olds. I pulled out a folded copy of the notice and threw it onto the table. Mac unfolded the paper and read it aloud. I sat in my chair, arms folded, watching the faces of the others. When Mac stopped reading Kyle stood up so fast his chair fell. 

      "They can't do that!" Kyle said pacing, "What have we ever done to them?" 

      "Well," I said in a mocking tone, "there was the time when we reenacted the battle of Olympus and "accidentally set a building on fire. Or the time..." 

      "Okay we get the point!" Mac said, "but they can't just kill all of us off can they?" 

      No one had an answer. We all looked at one another the truth seemed to speaking, we're all are going to die. "No!" I yelled slamming my fist on the table. "We're not going to give up!" All eyes turned to me. "Did Percy and Annabeth give up when they were trapped in tartarus?" Loud no's rang through the room, I continued. "If they think that we are destructive then we will show them what destructive looks like. Am I right?" 



We pulled up infront of a small village. There were probably twelve houses maximum, not too many people and definitely no families lived here. It was the perfect spot. I hopped out of the car and swung my sword over my back. In my pockets were small explosives. We were planning to blow this village to bits as a sign that the Heroes of Olympus fandom would not back down without a fight. We walked together down the hill towards the village a mob of orange and purple. At the base of the hill we split up and each suck up to a house. I placed the bomb underneath some gravel at the base of the house then quickly ran and found some shelter. 30 seconds I told myself holding my hands over my head waiting for the explosion. I was crouched behind a rock so the wooden shards flew over my head and I had not a single splinter. I stood and as the dust cleared I approached the house. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a can of purple spray paint. Then very expertly wrote four letters on the rubble. 


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