The Amazing Protectorate of
The Nerf Bat Of Justice
Tired of simply being one of the masses in the ooc universe one day, I set off to the west, foolish and brave, to find a place i could call my own, answering to no monarch or lord. After a while of travel, I do not remember exactly, due to the nature of the OOC world, i came across a place that suited me perfectly. It was a warm place, on the shore of the southern sea. A mountian range ran close to the shore, with swamps in between in the lowlands turning slowly to drier forests as the land neared the mountians. For me, it was ideal.
I set up my own camp and summoned my allies from the ooc world, my stuffed animals. Led by the trio of Mr. Fishy, a raccoon, The Cheat, whatever he is, and Rosita, a dragon and my eldest companion, the stuffed animals and i started construction on a palace. Soonour home, simply refered to as the protectorate, in the heart of my lands, was finished. With the finishing of my home other groups came to my realm, specifically the OOC police. It seemed only right that they be there, because I was the official wielder of the Nerf Bat of Justice, and they were given permission to create a complex for their own use.

I also Installed my fortune cookie factory, and the problematical fortune cookie fortune writers.
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