Youve been at Camp Half Blood for about two weeks now, and you still haven’t been claimed, and too tired of sleeping on the floor of the Hermes Cabin.

After a particularly harrowing battle of capture the flag, you were in the Dining Pavilion eating your food, when suddenly you heard music… and everybody was looking at you.

You looked up and saw a blinding light, a Lyre floating at the top of your head, while ‘We Are The Champions’ by Queen played.

“…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”