File #XXXX: Evidence on HFD Society
Location: XXX, XXX
On XXX XXX, XXX a tape recording was found near XXX in XXX, XXX, from a satellite image. Officers deployed immediately.
Tape Recording Script:
Ahem. Is this mic working? Testing...testing...Ah yes. It's working.
Well hello there, old government chums of SAMBria! I'm Agent Hyper, which of course is just an alias. My true name is worth something, you know. It certainly wasn't a chosen alias, it was given by my accomplices- I mean acquaintances. I do beg your pardon of my, er, mistake. Think nothing of it. I would have gone for Agent Extremely-Awesome-And-Fabulous, but apparently it was taken.
Anyways, you may be wondering how this tape recording got to you, especially since records were so last century. You also may be wondering why I'm speaking in a slight English accent. To tell the truth, the English accent is rather fake. Fun fact, I learned it from Paddington Bear!
You see, I'm part of an organization that unfortunately, you had no idea about it. I’m a con-artist, which is why I’m assigned to break the truth to you clueless authorities. I’m rather good at telling only what you need to know.
The English accent will hopefully throw you off the trail for a bit, but I’m sure we’ll meet soon. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I will! For you see, darlings, my organization is not on your side. In fact, it’s out to destroy you! Isn’t that just divine? We were hiding for a while, but then we decided it would be fun to surprise you! Surprises are always fun, am I right?
Do you want to know the best surprise of all? There’s agents from my organization right behind the officers who you sent here! Oh no, I’m not lying, Officer XXX and Officer XXX! Don’t be so surprised, my organization's been stalking your government for ages now, of course we know your names! Ah yes, agents you may now eliminate them.
Are they dead yet? Wonderful!
I really do beg your pardon government, but the officers may have picked up clues of our whereabouts, so we just had to eliminate them. You do understand, don’t you?
Oh dear, I have to go now. But before that, you may be wondering about the name of our organization. Don’t stress about it, I see no orders against it. We call ourselves the Hammock Flavoured Drink Society. Now, ta-ta!
Officers XXX and XXX disappeared without a trace. No other evidence on "Agent Hyper" and "Hammock Flavoured Drink Society."
SAMBria is a peaceful place, of course. The government of Sambria makes sure this is always true. There's no rebellions, protests, or arguments. The leader of the government, the Moderator, is loved by all the citizens. She rules them as a dictator, but uses her power so rarely, no one knows or cares. Everyone is happy, everyone has friends! Every day is like the same, perfect. In fact, SAMBria is the definition of perfect! Except one minor detail: It's all an illusion.
Now no worries, the Moderator isn't an evil villain or something. She's actually a good person. Just slightly insane. Anyways, the Moderator wants SAMBria to be a nice utopia, so she works her way up to leader of the government. The good government officials basically follow her command and are extremely clueless that the perfection is just an illusion. The rest of the officials are paid generously to do their work and keep quiet.
The citizens hung on to their new leader. It was a dark time for SAMBria, friends had left and flames destroyed things greater than wealth. The people of SAMBria needed someone perfect to follow, and the Moderator was beyond perfect. She got rid of their stress, as well as any danger, hazards, excitement and creativity. Everyone’s life became as normal as can be. Friends never left, because, well, they couldn't. It was simply against the rules, and no one wanted to get in trouble. So for a long time, everyone lived in their so called utopia.
But then a group of people, a gang, a new society, rose from the peaceful SAMBria. These people realized that the world can never be a utopia. They didn't want to follow the rules of the “perfect” society. Because behind everyone’s back, there's secrets the Moderator has been keeping from the citizens. Experiments are done without consent, and power is being misused.
The gang of people are made up of thieves, murderers, con-artists, scientists, and other people who wouldn't be accepted in the utopia. For years, they hid, recruiting other misfits and training their agents. And now, they finally decided to strike the government, destroying their false utopia and revealing the inner corruption. They call themselves the Hammock Flavoured Drink Society, to show that something that's not factually real isn't necessary terrible. It was taught in SAMBria that flaws were meant to be overcomed, but sometimes imperfection is just what the world needs.
You are an agent of the Hammock Flavoured Drink Society. Are you ready to beat perfection?
- Main Agents should be your FORUMER name
- Gang members will be used for later content, and they are taken away from you
- Any other OCs are PAID to do work, while main agents believe in the cause
- Your personality as a forumer can be different than your agent
- You don't have to be as edgy as Agent Hyper, the agents' personalities vary
- Like Agent Hyper is a con-artist, you should have some sort of misfit job as well. A theif, an assassin, a scientist, a con-artist. Anything creative, but it shouldn't be that normal. If you want to be an artist, try graffiti. Use your imagination.
- Go ahead and ship whatever ya want. LGBTQ+ is allowed
- The setting is in modern era
- All the main agents are working for D.R., which stands for Demetora Thor. Most people call her Doc or Doctor because of her initials.
- Wth this is probably gonna be really cliche
- You're allowed to be related to each other even if you're not irl, just get permission
- Oof I'm probably forgetting other stuff, ask any questions
I'll send forms if enough people are interested. Otherwise, LET IT DIE, LET IT DIE, LET IT SHRIVEL UP AND-
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These wires attached can't keep me sane
I can feel the power run through my veins
I'll bend the time and cause death to relive
For revenge on those I cannot forgive