Hoofs ran through the woods and stared at himself in the reflection. And abomination stared back at him, disfigured and horrifying. A monster. An abomination. A hideous beast. That is all he saw. That is all he was.
He was borne of mad science. A man playing god. Created a terrible foal. A beast whose very existence was pain. Walking on two feet that were banana peels, two feet that were human-like hands, walking on the fingers. It was agony. But he could not stop. He could not rest. They were coming for him. They would hurt him. He had to keep going. He bolted.
Basic history
Name: NeoAmerica
History: plane crash.
Chaos
Leader is elected.
Monarchy
Fire 150y ago
mutiny 76y ago
island is found
Location: in the Atlantic, slightly north of Hawaii
Flag
Raw materials: Sand, trees, fish, water
(sand+ water+ sap= building cement.
Fish=food
rain water can be boiled to drink)
Demographics
Pop: 360, 409
Languages: English 46%
French: 38%
Spanish: 12%
Cantonese: 3%
Other: 1%
Ethnicity: Caucasian: 58%
black: 21%
Asian: 10%
other: 11%
Religion: Catholic: 92% (68% neo-Christianity. 24% Christianity))
Jewish: 6% (4% neo-Judaism. 2% Judaism)
Muslim: 1%
Atheist: .5%
other: .5%
Culture
Material cultur
"Dork." Thomas Williams laughed. The date was May, 3, 1979. He and his twin sister, Rachelle Williams, were sitting in the backyard of their dad's home, laughing and drinking. She shoved him playfully. The two were human personifications of provinces; he was Ontario, she was Québec. Through they often fought, the twins loved each other. Very much. So today, they were hanging out together and laughing, drinking a few beers. Little did they know , there was an assassin in the trees. Watching them.
"Sir, are you sure that's her?" The assassin asked into his head piece. A gruff voice replied.
"Yes! Now shoot the boy!" You see, Rae runs a
Student of Early Childhood Education Theater Arts Graduate Author I also draw sometimes. I rarely post on here anymore. I post a lot of my writing on my Tumblr or AO3
Favourite Books
Riordan Books
Favourite Writers
Myself
Tools of the Trade
My laptop or note (With 0.5 or 0.7 mechanical pencils)