The Republic of Herculean Misava lives by the saying, “Survival of the Fittest.” The island is isolated from civilization and lives by laws and values that would cause a riot in our modern-day world. Everyone has only ever known a certain way of living and everyone lives by it without question. 

Galaxy, Stone, Major, Icterine, Falcon and 6, try to navigate this harsh world as they try to understand why it is the way it is.

“ Secrets fill every society in the world. Our world is no different. The Misava people live on an island far away from civilization. Our leaders believe it is safer so we can protect the world we've created and so no one can change the values we have. Our world is different from yours in many ways. We live by our genetic material and what it tells us. Our society believes everything is written in there and it reveals information that is vital to our status.

The process of determining this is hidden in the few geneticists available in our world, and they are a rarity that holds this secret. Another important factor is the number 12. The number 12 is used and evident in every society. There are a few rules but nothing too protecting from harm since the motto of the state is, "Survival of the Fittest." The Misava people live by these laws and hold them dearly. Welcome!

The jobs of the republic give you your rank as follows:

(1 is the lowest and twelve is the highest)

1) Dancer

2) Cleaner

3) Waiter

4) Teacher

5) Police Officer

6) Athlete

7) Doctor

8) Singer

9) Writer

10) Veterinarian 

11) Astronaut

12) Leader

12 jobs.

In the 84th 12th year, 1008 years to be exact have passed since the Misava people have existed. It is the twelfth month, December, the last day of the month which will bring us to the 84th 12th year, 1009 years since the Republic of Herculean Misava was created. The country has 12 days in a week and they are called by the numbers representing them.”

Survival of the Fittest

"Hhhh," Galaxy gasps and looks around with fear. Her heart is pounding and her whole body is drowning in sweat. Quade is sleeping without any sound bothering him. 


Hadassah starts groaning and Quade gets up to find Galaxy sitting up. 


He screams, "Goodness, Galaxy." Galaxy sighs, "Seriously, Quade." "What?" he asks her. "I woke up but you didn't hear me," Galaxy says as she shakes her head. "Well, it isn't personal," Quade says as he picks up Hadassah. Galaxy nods and says, "Like I believe it's personal." Quade laughs and looks at the other babies after handing Hadassah to Galaxy. 


Galaxy starts feeding Hadassah while the triplets get up. 


Nightmares