The 'Punch a god' world tour - a Percy Jackson fanfic

The 'Punch a god' world tour

An invitation for the entire Percy Jackson fandom... 

We will meet at the base of the Empire State building at dawn. The mob will seize the lobby, steal the key card, cram into the elevator and ride up to Mount Olympus. Upon arrival, we will march into the throne and proceed to simultaneously slap Hera across the face and knee Zeus in the soft spot.

Then, with the lord of the sky incapacitated, we will board a plane headed for Quebec. Before we begin our second raid, we will stop by Walmart and pick up some torches and heavy winter coats. While we are in Canada, we might also have brunch with pancakes and fresh maple syrup. We will then storm Khione's castle and torch it to the ground. 

Next, we will harness her father Boreas, the North Wind, and have him fly our raid to Los Angles. We will overtake another lobby (DOA Record Studios) and ride another elevator down to the Underworld. There, the group will split up. Some people will play fetch with Cerberus. Others will go find Smelly Gabe and beat him to pulp. You can go jeer at Tartarus (from a safe distance) or rip Caligula apart with your bare hands.

Afterwards, Hades will loan us his skeleton chariot and a chauffeur zombie, because he supports our cause wholeheartedly. We will fly to Europe, hoping Zeus is still lying on the throne room floor in pain, and not about to strike us out of the sky. We plan to touch down in Croatia and begin to hunt for Cupid. When we finally find him, we will form a circle around Love and begin kicking and beating him. Angry screams of 'For Nico!' may be heard over the din.

There is a blinding flash of light. Ares is sitting their, eating popcorn and laughing manically because he loves the violence. Some of the mob will moves over to him and starts punching the god of war randomly.

Finally, when we are done, we fly Hades' chariot back to New York. The sun is setting. Some of us have broken hands from punching too much, but few fans were actually killed. It was a great day. You feel very satisfied.

And you'll be home by dinner.