Parker Dorn is an anxiety attack waiting to happen, and that’s before he’s recruited to recreate the Twelve Labors of Hercules.
Growing up in Central Florida, Parker is like many millennials. He works, he loves coffee, and he has severe anxiety that will not leave him alone. However, he gets blindsided when the retail store he works at closes without warning. In need of income to make rent, he signs up to be a delivery driver, but while out on his first shift, he gets a large order with a giant tip in the ritzy suburbs of Orlando, where he is enlisted for something more than a simple job.
Every couple of years, the Greek gods hold the Hercules Games, where Twelve Champions, mortals chosen by the Twelve Olympians to represent them, recreate the Twelve Labors of Hercules, for Power and Favor. Dionysus, the god of wine, is often too drunk to remember to choose a Champion. So, when Parker shows up to deliver food to cure his hangover, Dionysus proclaims the neurotic delivery driver to represent him for the Games.
As Parker is thrown into the Hercules Games, he quickly learns the old myths and legends are real, and also deadly. Not only is his timid nature a stark contrast to the mad god of confidence he’s chosen to represent, but he also seems to be the only one to notice something is sabotaging the Games.
An author and screenwriter, Wes Cambron only wants one thing: to write. After being diagnosed neurodivergent later in life and meeting his hero, Kevin Smith, Wes typically writes novels and scripts when he isn’t being “Your Favorite Book Bro’s Favorite Book Bro,” arguing with his husky, or plaguing his wife with random wrestling knowledge. He resides in Florida.
Hi, I’m Damien Wulfman. Single, Gemini, emotionally available. And trying really hard to prevent a bloodbath in the streets of Orlando.
Just because I live in the most magical place on Earth doesn’t mean all that magic is kind. It’s a full-time job keeping mundane humans from getting eaten, enchanted, or enslaved by the supernatural world. Luckily for me, most creatures just need one good whack of my charmed bat to keep them in line.
That’s until the local vampire clan decided to open a nightclub in the middle of the touristy part of town. And during peak tourist season, no less. The art of secrecy seems to be lost on them as people begin to go missing around their club.
As an Enforcer of the Balance, this means I need to step in. The vampires don’t take too kindly to someone like me poking around, asking questions, and accidentally uncovering their evil scheme to create an army of bloodsuckers to overthrow my boss!
I either need to come up with a plan or ask for a raise.
Hi again, it's me, Damien Wulfman. Taken by a smoking hot Valkyrie. Emotionally unstable. And tired of supernatural creatures thirsting for my blood.
It's been six months since I helped expose and end a vampire conspiracy involving a nightclub. Since then, I sort of got fired from my post as the Head Enforcer of the Balance. Well, more like quit. When you throw a fireball at your boss, details get a little murky, ya know? I've tried my hand at being a mundane human doing mundane jobs, which is a terrible idea when your biggest strength is bashing heads in.
Enter the Arcane Department of Defense. They hire me as a freelancer to infiltrate a troll fighting ring under the bridges of Central Florida Parkway. My task is to expose a human with a secret, supposedly a secret more sinister than my own. I don't want to be another errand boy, but I need the money. To earn the trust of this secretive human, I have to win a couple tournaments, once again raising the ire of the mermaids.
Oh, and my sexy Valkyrie girlfriend? Yeah, she wants me to meet her parents! No pressure at all, am I right?