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So, I know this may sound funny or even crazy, but I'm a demigod. Like an actual Greek one. In New York. You heard me right.
It all started on the last day of school. I was walking from my school back to our apartment when I noticed something shiny lying on the ground. Of course, like any normal person, I knelt down and picked it up. As I inspected it, I realised it was a golden coin with something written around the edges. I tried to read it but failed to do so both because of my poor eyesight and the fact that it was not in English. I raised the coin above my head and yelled, "Did someone drop this?" into the crowd, thinking that someone had dropped it. Unfortunately, no one answered.
I instinctively put it in my pocket and kept walking like nothing happened. But after approximately 50 metres of walking, the coin started to heat up rapidly. I could feel it through my pants. I grabbed it from my pocket, and surprisingly, it was cold to touch with my hand. But what's more surprising was what was now written along the edges of the coin
TAKE TO NEAREST VENDING MACHINE AND PRESS 365
I looked around, expecting one of my friends to come up to me and say, "Boo! You fell for it!", but that didn't happen. I walked up to the nearest vending machine, inserted the coin and pressed 365. For about five seconds, nothing happened, and I was ready to just walk away when the vending machine erupted in a blinding flash of light. I stood there dazed for some time before I realised that instead of a vending machine, in front of me was a mirror, playing some kind of video. I look around, only to realise everyone else has frozen in their places, birds in the air and cats jumping at the birds. I looked back at the mirror.
There was a middle-aged man standing, wearing a pair of Nike sneakers, black trousers, and a white shirt with a symbol on it. I think it was two snakes curled around what seemed like a TV antenna. It took some time for the sound to actually start working, though.
"Are you tired of having to personally contact the gods every time you need help on a quest? Are the evil king's instructions so vague you don't know what to do or where to go? Fear not, young hero, for Divine Intervention Corps is here to help you! Please, state your name and whether or not you have been given a quest."
I stood there, silently, my brain racing like a mouse running from a cat. Gods? Hero? Divine Intervention Corps? What?! The voice repeated itself:
"Please, state your name and whether or not you have been given a quest."
I snapped back to reality and answered the man. "Jason Lightlance. No quest given."
I don't know what happened, but after yet another flash of light, I appeared in a white hall, with a man standing behind a counter.