Welcome to the happiest, funnest place on EARTH! This is the place for all your non-site related RPGs. Have fun being a dog or a flying cat! You can be whatever you want to be! [GUEST FRIENDLY]

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The character adoption board. Any characters who have been disused or taken from their owners (by staffies) are put here for "adoption." Feel free to claim any of them!

A wide distance apart from the main buildings, the Zoo is pretty isolated. Some people do work here, but most just assume that the animals they see are real animals. The only thing the subjects get is minimal food and a small habitat cage, although most birds are allowed to fly free (with a shock collar if they get too far). In the night, screams and cries of agony echo through the Zoo's hallowed halls. Some scientists that used to work at the island even went mad listening the the screams in their beds.

The swaying motion of the boats, and the rolling ocean. The docks are at the end of a small, underground path used frequently by those who work on the shipping boats. When the boats leave, they're cloaked by a invisible field, made by Franklin himself. Only a few emergency smuggle boats are hidden here. Every once in a while, a group of men come off or on a boat, but besides that, it's mostly empty.

Under the shade of millions of trees thick with leaves, the ground is mostly in shadow. A thick carpet of leaves and dead grass covers the forest floor, with ants and such crawling all around. The forest if full of life, with small pools of water and mutated animals. Pigs with arms, horses missing two legs, and monkeys with too human faces inhabit this place. Most of the animals (or subjects) Franklin has expierimented on and released, caught in the fury of a faliure, have ended up here.

At the edge of the shadowy forest and endless animals, the beaches finally take hold. Starfish and broken boat parts line the shore, from subjects past. Jagged rocks line most of the shore, keeping curious boats away. The water is crystal clear, with a few sandbars and millions of colorful fish. Some fish are Franklin's design, so beware of their arms or poison spikes.

Sailors and Captains are walking around constantly, most either going onto a boat or coming off one. Some old, broken boats lie in ruin, piled up on the edge of the harbor with no care. The air smells of fish and sea, and the boats are no exception. The smell of rotting fish lures cats and other animals, along with some subjects. a few people are known to live in the mass of old boats, and the sailors are mostly kind to them, throwing a fish and some bottled water their way, sometimes. People can never fail to disappoint.

In the darkest part of the town, in the foggiest, most dank alleys, the gangs take their homes. At once time, this place used to be a big development area. Police have stopped responding to calls from the area, because it's just too dangerous for anyone. A hundred gangs have formed and made their bases here, most just divisions of bigger gangs. Symbols and spraypaint cover every inch of buidling and sidewalk, leaving no stone unturned. Gun shots ring throughout the air, and frequent explosions shake the air.

Totally filled with he smell of chocolate, yogurt, and many other food items, the plant is the best place to steal some food easily. There's plenty of old crates and collapsed machinery to hide in, not to mention the big supply of air conditioners. You can sneak in to cool off, or just make a home out of unused parts. Wokers are abundant, though, so beware of being discovered or even injured. Safety would be a priority to some.

The Graveyard sits on the edge of the land, next to the blue seas. Even under perfect skies, it is still eerie. The occasional foggy or rainy day even make it seem creepier. Most of the gravestones are worn and unreadable, but still there all the same. A large, towering oak tree sits in the very middle of the graveyard, reflecting onto the sea behind it. Every once in a while, someone comes with flowers to pay their respects, but besides that, this place is deserted.