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

Galaxy sits in the garden as the sun rises. She watches as the colors change from a dark purple and blue to beautiful mixes of yellow, orange and red. 


“Ooh,” Peony says happily and points at the sun, “pretty, mummy.” “Yeah,” Galaxy says sweetly, “it is pretty. What do you think Nerine?” “Play,” Nerine says happily and starts running around while falling intermittently. Galaxy laughs and smiles at their differences. 


She turns her head towards Valerian who is sleeping soundly with Hadassah is her arms. 


Quade steps outside and sits down next to her, “What’s going on?” “Your father insisted that Mazarine, me and you be ready for today,” Galaxy says honestly, “so I decided to spend quality time with my children before I go do stuff today.” Quade nods, “You could’ve invited me.” Galaxy nods, “I know. I just wanted to spend time with them alone.” Quade nods in understanding, “I get it. It’s fine.” 


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