Posted by notyourleo on February 25, 2026

Olympian RPG was a Percy Jackson roleplaying website that started around late 2010 and shut down on 2013. It was founded during an interesting period of the internet, where social media as we know today were at its infancy, and fandoms still existed in spaces like geocities, livejournal, and fan websites. Facebook and Twitter was emerging as giants, and a small community of young people from all over the world used the roleplaying site to make friends, come up with cool lore for their original demigod characters, make jokes, practice their writing, and generally have fun.

Who is maintaining the website? It is currently being maintained by me, notyourleo, who originally played Leo Valdez in the website from 2011 to 2013 when it closed. I have no desire or intention to restart something that has happened over fifteen years ago. I'm sure most of us have moved on with our lives, and I hope everyone is thriving! However, the purpose of this project to preserve a very small and specific piece of the Percy Jackson fandom in the early 2010s before all the hardwork, memories are forever lost in time as web infrastructures fall apart in this new internet age.

Right now, the process is taking what exists from the Wayback Machine, and given the precarious state the Internet Archive is in right now, I am slowly duplicating what I can from there to here.

I invite former members of the ORPG community to send photos, stories, images, memes to help preserve this small PJO fandom space. And while I am a firm believer of archiving and preserving fandom spaces, whatever that may be, I respect the wishes of the people who was involved in growing this small community if there are any elements that they wish to be removed from this archive. Please email me at nogospel@duck.com.

Please take a look around. Enjoy your stay!

Updated by notyourleo on February 26, 2026

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath