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    CRATES OF A RECORD SHOP![/fancypost][hr]
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    ayy this clan is kinda dying (again) and it's my baby and i don't want it to die


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify][color=yellow]Looking for a clan, but worried your level of literacy isn't good enough? Have a great character with a unique name that's usually not accepted in clans? Want to role-play a unique animal, but still join a clan? Want a high position of leader, deputy, or medicine cat? Want silver rewards for being active?
    Well, you've come to the right place! In FieldClan, all is accepted, and all is highly appreciated!
    We range from non-advanced to semi-advanced, to advanced role-players, accept all kinds of names, and allow all animal species (provided you buy them from the store, of course).
    Sounds like fun, right? Well, in order to join, all you need to do is click on the advertisement in my siggie, and fill out a beginner-roleplayer's form!
    Go on! We're waiting for you! :P

    Starting this thread, looking for interested humans ♡


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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 490px; height: 30px; margin-left: -15px; color: black; font-family: none; font-size: 18pt; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 32px; margin-top: 40px;]The Most Dangerous Game.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: solid white 2px;; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; margin-right: -10px; background: url(http://pre05.deviantart.net/9d…by_nanomortis-dae8kqv.png); background-size: 120%; margin-top: -78px;][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-bottom: solid black 1px; width: 340px; height: 15px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial; margin-left: -16px; margin-top: -15px;][I]The Necessary Introductions [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 350px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -16px; margin-top: 0px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; min-height: 100px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial]“The world is flat.”
    “Man will never fly.”




    [b]“Magic does not exist.”




    Sine the beginning of time, man's sole purpose has been to seek and extinguish--to demonize individuality and crush opposition. Between a span of 30 impossible years, gossiped rumors and billowing stories bloomed of extraordinary children who could perform extraordinary deeds. A neighbor next door could threw cars when in the heat of a fit. A toddling brunette baby sang so loud the eardrums of every other being within her vicinity lost their hearing. Word spread fast, and with it went trepidation. Fear among humans took root and easily gripped the intelligent thoughts of ordinary adults. How could it be that they had acquired these strange powers? These unusual features? It wasn’t normal--they weren’t normal. Were they of the Devil? Were they aliens, sent to invade and destroy? Surely they were evil. Witch hunts and terrible public executions of these children began to take place, and any opposition by the child was crushed with overbearing numbers and hushed with violence. They dubbed these children “Dandelions.” A true weed of their world and none too short in abundance.
    So where was the authority in all this?
    The government only stood back and viewed at first--simply observed as these gruesome events transpired. They took notes--calculated the number of Dandelions and charted surviving individual’s unusual characteristics. This blatant indifference couldn’t be kept for long. Soon it became blatantly apparent that action needed to be taken in order to wipe these odd children from society and therefore end the chaos that was tearing at it’s seams. Their abilities were too great for this world--too impossible to understand and so they became an emblem of blame, a whipping boy for society to place their explanations on. All that went wrong were their fault, and any good they did was false. One politician, a hawkish woman by the name of Veronica L. White, presented a pristine idea to the white house one crisp autumn day. She threw a manila folder on a mahogany desk and grinned. They would take these unfortunate children and raise them in asylums--far from society and scathing eyes. They would grow to forget their abilities. ‘This was nothing pills could not fix.’




    The government approved this idea without batting a single lash.




    Ms. White was given every resource and boundless funding limits. Children with heightened ability and clear celestial talents began disappearing. The simplistic description is that they were kidnapped. Objecting parents were killed. Witnesses were killed. Strict laws against speech and mention of disappearances were laid out. Soon the people would forget. Soon the children would be nothing more than an old fad; posers made famous only by old rumors.




    White and her numberless teams bound these powerful specimens with injections and debilitating drugs--pumping them full till they arrived at their hidden facility. They forced the children to simply call this building by the name of “Home.” Instead of smashing their abilities like White had told her government, however, she instead had ‘Home’ staff encourage them. The drugs were halted, and the kid’s minds were cleared. Tutors helped each specimen hone their skills and figure out exactly what they could accomplish. They explored and charted and smiled. This continued till each child turned 8. On each individual birthday, the child was taken to a room. It was a white room with pink tulip wallpaper. this was where the horrors surfaced and walls of false niceties fell. A special doctor took a special device, and wiped each special child’s mind completely. Every memory and experience was taken except the full knowledge and honed skill of their abilities and how to use them. After the wiping, each child was given a new name, but only a first. To give them any more would be giving these sub-humans too much. With their name and skills in tact, the Dandelions (Lions for short) were knocked out then placed in cages, where planes secretly carted them off to a vast and diverse island located off every known chart. After arriving, the children were then gently deposited on this island. They were alone with its rich natural resources and many possibilities. The ‘lions would not have to try hard to survive starvation, or the controlled weather, or any kind of bodily threat. No, the only fear they had was much, much more malevolent.




    The only debilitating terror they now experience comes from Tourists. Some were scientists--rednecks and stressed businessman came as well.
    Their only fear is man, and for good reason.
    The men and women that come to the island are, in fact, not tourists.
    Instead of cameras they carry guns. Instead of tacky Hawaiian blouses they wear armor.
    They are not paying to see sights, but plainly, to murder them. Members of high-class society and rich folks pay not for sights, but the sheer thrill of hunting the ‘Liones, who are described as ‘sub-human’ viewed as demons. Rather, horrifyingly dangerous humanoids with expert skills and supernatural might.




    And if a Dandelion is caught, they are killed. The body is then cleaned by White’s lackeys, and deposited into the ocean. There is no casket--no funeral service. They aren’t even given the time to say goodbye to their comrades. "Its a sport. Its fun, and it does wonders for your stress."




    This is a story of survival, and what it truly means to be human.
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