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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ | ᵃᶰ ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ ʳᵒᶫᵉᵖᶫᵃʸ❝ Aɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ whole ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ Selection. ❞
For nearly three years, since the tragic death of the King and Queen in New Asia, the country has been taken care of by a Regent. But now, the prince of Illéa has come of age, and with his new adulthood comes the inevitable event - the Selection. Thirty-five girls from all thirty-five provinces of Illéa, in the palace of Angeles, to compete for the heart of the prince. What could possibly go wrong?
Answer: everything. What nobody knows is that the regent is in fact a leader in one of the Illéan rebel groups. And not any of the rebel groups either - the vicious, deadly Southern rebels. When the Southerns come, havoc is wrecked. People die. Always.
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Laertes has been home to several generations of old money, and some new money. It's where the rich reside and rot in themselves, inbreed to keep the money pure or find some foolish member of nobility to keep the money coming in. It's how this batch of rich stays and gets richer. Being cheap could cost you a lot more than a few drinks with the governor.
Most families have a thick consistency of greedy, since every son of a bitch wants more, more, more. The house a decadent, and hard to maintain. Some people are falling behind on it, but let's not dwell on that; they won't last long in Laertes.
Founded in 1818, no one really remembers which family was first to settle in the New York turf. That's a dispute the oldest families have been having for quite some time now. It's a gated community, building up every time some poor sap wins the lottery. It's a haven for wealth, and where everyone wants to be.
Just be careful of the secrets of the residents.
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((These are all Fiend's words and ideas, not mine.))
ɪᴛ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴀsᴛʏ sᴄᴀʀ
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Some call them clubs. Some call them cliques. Some call them posses. Some call them teams. But whatever you call them, if you don’t have one, you’re not going to survive.
At least, you won’t at John Adams High School. Because your clique? Is your everything. It doesn’t matter how much you hate commitment, or how much you hate anyone or anything. Because this is survival.
There are seven groups at JAHS: The Jocks, the Cheerleaders, the Nerds, the Dramatics, the Artists, the Yearbook Crew, and worst of all... the self-important Student Leadership Team.
Within the students, there are alliances, rivalries, and more. But when an prank goes awry and renders the head of the Jocks wheelchair-bound, everything changes. The Jocks immediately blame the Nerds... but who is really at fault?
I have two current;y memberless groups, a sort of fantasy sci-fi thing called Multiverse and an RPGMaker game roleplay if you're into that ^_^
