Hardcore. Mature. Not for the light hearted.
Made by those who are sick of not being able to find a good rough rp.
"Has it been built?"
"Yes sir, we can expect to start shipping out this week."
"You remember who is going, correct?"
"Yes sir, the prisons and institutions have already prepared to evacuate..."
"Good, it's time to rid this country of the cancer eating it from the shadows."
"I agree sir..."
Who are we?
We are the underbelly; the scabs, the filth easily swept under the rug, brushed aside, stuffed in the shadows. We are the product of a society based on beauty and education, perfection laced and stitched together by moral values instilled by a cookie cutter family and religion.
We are products of hate, neglect, abuse... disgusting even to those who birthed us.
...set up to fail the moment we began to breathe.
We see things in the night...
Hear things in the shadows...
We take what we want... mind, body, and soul. We scar the innocent.
Are they innocent?
Society says yes... they lock us in boxes. Chain us like dogs...
and beat us when we do not understand...
Now we are sent away...
To a remote, isolated island...
the island of MISFITS....
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