On July 14th 2008, the retiring Mediterranean nation of Paipae found a mine-laying ship in the fishing waters, courtesy of the inhospitable mountainous country Proznha. Paipae Coastal Guard ordered an identification of the ship and captain in charge but received nought in return but the increasingly ominous white noise. With in hour, six ship were dispatched to hold the minelayer at bay while the Prozhnan embassy was contacted and - quite urgently - asked to clarify this exponentially agitated situation. The response was one of doom; the Prozhnan embassy was stating that their intelligence had picked up reports of increased sub-naval movement in the Thraiks Strait which joined the Horall Sea, upon which the lazy, golden-spewed beaches of Paipae gazed over, and the Krikat Ocean, where the Prohznan's claim to the water resided. Due to these reports of movement, they had decided that they would mine their side of the Strait to maintain security. This, of course, begged the question, what was the minelayer from Prozhna doing seventy miles from the Strait and anchored in Paipan waters? According to the embassy, it had turned rogue and was now stretching out in the sun. The Paipan ministry increased all levels of alert and ordered the ship and the Prozhnan government to remove themselves from claimed waters before lethal action had to be invoked. The ship did not move and the Prozhnan's did not reply. The Coastal Guard moved in to surround the ship, and board it for closer inspection, but their advance was halted by the eruption of a hull and the sinking of the Swan. The minelayer had deployed sub-sea drones that planted mines, but were undetectable by sonar due to the angles of the design. In the stand-still, the remaining five ships opened fire and tore the minelayer apart. Within four minutes, the bubbles ceased to tinkle at the surface. Within six minutes, Prozhna declared the act one of 'undeniable aggression' and stated they were now at war with the holiday nation.

Nine years later, the same beaches that once hosted many a sentimental fire-pit were now ablaze. The hotels that housed the rich and famous were makeshift hospitals maintained by the few that dared to stand up, and stand out. The police were ragtag militia soldiers used as shooting targets by the Prozhnan military. Missiles pummel their way into the fertile ground of Paipae, some 'accidentally' causing enormous damage to refugee convoys. Hate crime results line the streets in the gutters, on the walls, splattered on the faces of their children. The consequences of mistakes can be found spread over a street in the remains of a shoe with the foot held in place or a tooth embedded in the wood framing. No-one stayed in the cities any more. Many had fled to the rural areas of the nation to live in the forests and focus on their family, while others had set up refugee camps. The government had tried at first, but the mass movement of supplies was too great of a target for the Prozhnan Air Force. Millions of dublo's worth of food, water, tents and medicine were engulfed in flames as Paipan's dropped dead from malnutrition and disease. After that, the civilians tried and succeeded, mainly due to the natural camouflage of destruction. A bittersweet success, to only succeed because of failure. In 2017, neighbouring Shibla opened its borders limitedly to those in greatest danger (women, the elderly, and anyone under the age of 19) and those that had passed medical and security screenings. By the turn of the year 400,000 Paipan's were entering the country to restart their lives in whatever form of peace they could pull together.



This story is based on the lives of six teenagers (this number may change in the future) between 13-18 who are among the 400,000. They have been relocated from Ref-2 (refugee camp 2) to the third largest city in Shibla with a population of 4 million, Thandy. You must tell that tale of you and your friends as you readjust from the war-torn refugee camps in Paipae to the comfortable suburbs in Shibla. You will have to face the nightmares, the scars, the wounds, the bullying, the hate; you will also be able to witness the beauty of compassion, love, and recovery. How you end up is entirely your choice.



1. This story has deep roots in the troubles in the Middle East. Due to that, I am stating now that any discussion of the events are forbidden and consequences will be decided on a case-by-case basis. I don't care if you support the actions taking place or not, there will be no discussion on any grounds. Take it to PM's if you so need to.
2. As this contains some very sensitive content, the utmost respect must be given to the choices and actions of the writer. This also goes the other way, and you must respect the content and if I see any ridicule taking place you will be removed from the story and hopefully more. I will not stand any disrespect.
3. Saying as I have above, be creative. If you want to try something new, go ahead, but keep it within the boundaries. I encourage creativity and ingenuity, and will myself be trying to work with the writers to develop personal storylines for each of you at some point so as to never feel as if someone is being excluded.
4. Be comfortable with the adult themes which will be present here. That includes strong language, possible strong violence, and - if you are particularly talented - some horrifying scenes of war violence. Romance is not banned, but don't make it trite, and don't overplay it - these people didn't flee to find love next door.
5. This is at a High-Casual to Low-Advanced level. When I say Low-Casual that means at least three solid, well-written paragraphs. Anything above that is wonderful. I require high grammatical skills, because anything else is nothing but a chore to read, for me and presumably for anyone else who writes at a decent level.



Paipae has the landscape of a beautiful love-child between Greece and Thailand while the architecture is more Spanish, and the people are directly based off of the Spanish in terms of Mediterranean appearance and accent.

Shibla has the landscape of Italy but it is much more developed so has many American-style cities. It's people are based on the Germans.

Prozhna has the landscape of Nepal and Tibet, and has only one or two large cities due to the mountains. Almost permanently cold, it is resembling more and more Scotland, as the people are a hybrid of the pale, short Scots and are generally blonde or fair-haired. It's accent is thick and very tricky to comprehend, a bastardisation of the Northern Scottish and Russian accents.



I find CS' almost entirely pointless. They're useless and are almost always eventually void due to character growth and development. Therefore, I'm asking for the very basics.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance (image preferable, with written portions of any significant details i.e. scars, tattoos etc.):
History (optional, I certainly won't be filling this out):
Anything of significance:

See? Barebones. Everything else is going to be displayed clearly in the story and writing.