About Us
The Ghost Writers are a group of dedicated-to-the-point-of-obsessive individuals trying their utmost best to improve the PJO fandom, while this awards website was set up to promote the great stories found in the Percy Jackson and the Olympian archives at fanfiction.net. We've also been absolutely dead for the past two years as of 2015 so please forgive any old dates and don't get pissy that the members of a dead forum don't update their similarly dead website. Sorry about that, by the way.
So, you came here because you're a creepy stalker and wanted to find out a little bit more about us, right?
Well, here's the story of how we came to be:
Thunder boomed and lightning crackled, accompanied by the howl of the brutal wind. Someone would have had to be insane to even consider to venture outside. But it was Casper Town. They were not in short supply of insanity there (though vodka is running out after the last party, and any donations are greatly appreciated).
A lone figure staggered up the conveniently placed hill, fighting the elements that seemed to be taunting them. Every two steps that they took, the harsh wind and rain would force them back a step.
However, they finally reached the top of the hill, panting with exhaustion. They flung back their hood, revealing their identity.
It was Nemo.
She looked upwards towards the heavens, at the same time searching through her bag, finally grabbing a fistful of paper, and offered it up to the sky.
“God of Good Fics! I come here to seek your help! The PJO fandom is in ruins! Just today I looked in the archive, and I think my eyes died! Look!’ she screamed over the storm. “Look at the ** I have here!” She waved the now-sodden paper. “**,” she said, realising she'd forgotten the profanity filter was on.
For a moment there was a lull in the storm. The wind calmed and the torrential rain became a drizzle. Perhaps even the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.
From the mist (yes, there's a mist as well, obviously. Jeez, you don't think we'd forget about anything that would add to the dramatic-ness {totally a word}, did you?), emerged a figure...
Nemo gasped. “God of Good Fics, is it you–”
The words came to a strangled halt, as the figure came closer and their features could be seen.
It was a leprechaun, wandering on its own, muttering about aphorisms and hyperbole and metaphors and stupid sisters shipping them with dairy products. It completely ignored Nemo and soon it was lost in the mist again.
Nemo shook her head. She was probably either imagining things or predicting the future.
The wind built up speed again, whipping her hair around her, and rain poured down, soaking her to the bone.
But, suddenly, Nemo gasped, having come to an epiphany. “I will create a PJO forum. With a catchy name, obviously. That's good for marketing. Anyway, that's besides the point. It will be dedicated to helping the fandom authors to improve their writing, and also to recognise the well-written ones.”
And it was so.
Okay. We're lying. The actual story isn't so dramatic.
The forum was created by Princess Anonymous (AKA Nemo) in February 2012, with the help of the mods Musafreen and Proud to be Plug, with the intent of helping to improve the PJO fandom. Her.Royal.Cheesyness then became a mod. No one is quite sure why, though there are persistent rumours of blackmail and psychotic bunnies.
More people (or creatures of some sort of species, at least) started to come to the forum, and two communities were established, one for the omg-so-amazing fics that one came upon occasionally, and the other for stories which required a little more work and a dash of concrit to improve.
Finally, these awards were established as a means of giving the authors who have spent so much of their time working on great stories, that we have enjoyed, recognition, and hopefully something back to them. We hope that the awards will be a success and people will be encouraged to write well-written stories in order to be featured on our site.
So, you came here because you're a creepy stalker and wanted to find out a little bit more about us, right?
Well, here's the story of how we came to be:
Thunder boomed and lightning crackled, accompanied by the howl of the brutal wind. Someone would have had to be insane to even consider to venture outside. But it was Casper Town. They were not in short supply of insanity there (though vodka is running out after the last party, and any donations are greatly appreciated).
A lone figure staggered up the conveniently placed hill, fighting the elements that seemed to be taunting them. Every two steps that they took, the harsh wind and rain would force them back a step.
However, they finally reached the top of the hill, panting with exhaustion. They flung back their hood, revealing their identity.
It was Nemo.
She looked upwards towards the heavens, at the same time searching through her bag, finally grabbing a fistful of paper, and offered it up to the sky.
“God of Good Fics! I come here to seek your help! The PJO fandom is in ruins! Just today I looked in the archive, and I think my eyes died! Look!’ she screamed over the storm. “Look at the ** I have here!” She waved the now-sodden paper. “**,” she said, realising she'd forgotten the profanity filter was on.
For a moment there was a lull in the storm. The wind calmed and the torrential rain became a drizzle. Perhaps even the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.
From the mist (yes, there's a mist as well, obviously. Jeez, you don't think we'd forget about anything that would add to the dramatic-ness {totally a word}, did you?), emerged a figure...
Nemo gasped. “God of Good Fics, is it you–”
The words came to a strangled halt, as the figure came closer and their features could be seen.
It was a leprechaun, wandering on its own, muttering about aphorisms and hyperbole and metaphors and stupid sisters shipping them with dairy products. It completely ignored Nemo and soon it was lost in the mist again.
Nemo shook her head. She was probably either imagining things or predicting the future.
The wind built up speed again, whipping her hair around her, and rain poured down, soaking her to the bone.
But, suddenly, Nemo gasped, having come to an epiphany. “I will create a PJO forum. With a catchy name, obviously. That's good for marketing. Anyway, that's besides the point. It will be dedicated to helping the fandom authors to improve their writing, and also to recognise the well-written ones.”
And it was so.
Okay. We're lying. The actual story isn't so dramatic.
The forum was created by Princess Anonymous (AKA Nemo) in February 2012, with the help of the mods Musafreen and Proud to be Plug, with the intent of helping to improve the PJO fandom. Her.Royal.Cheesyness then became a mod. No one is quite sure why, though there are persistent rumours of blackmail and psychotic bunnies.
More people (or creatures of some sort of species, at least) started to come to the forum, and two communities were established, one for the omg-so-amazing fics that one came upon occasionally, and the other for stories which required a little more work and a dash of concrit to improve.
Finally, these awards were established as a means of giving the authors who have spent so much of their time working on great stories, that we have enjoyed, recognition, and hopefully something back to them. We hope that the awards will be a success and people will be encouraged to write well-written stories in order to be featured on our site.