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With Gods dying,
no life is certain.

You - ever the willing
participants - are said
to fill the blank spaces
where needs be. But being
half mortal means you must
prove your worth before
achieving such a grand role.

Gods will be chosen.
Gods will be made.

In a brilliant display of
other worldly thinking ,
a compromise has been
decided. All of the little boys
and girls of no matter who
knows what ( both Olympians
and Hellish Fiends alike ) will
cooperative and learn together.

Trained like heros.
Your graduation year
has become a game.

Just like the Gladiators-
but far less violent. Well,
lets not get that far. To survive
this final year of schooling
you'll have to survive each other.
Your best friends may become
your worst enemies. But in the
search for power and glory
such is to be expected.

Survive your classes.
Survive your year.
Survive what you need
to just to fucken succeed.

Not everyone needs power
and glory. Not all of you will
go down in history as heros.
You don't have to become a
God. Just dont become a tragedy