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Almost 100 years ago, in the year 1924, when most of America was busy bootlegging and avoiding cops at speakeasies, the people of Perfectione Defecit were hiding from the truth. Proof of the existence of this somewhat secret community dates back to 1767, the year that the mayor's mansion was constructed. Mayor Thomas Powell, and his family of 8 led this community, making sure it was nothing but happy. Happiness, of course, cannot be forced, or so it would seem. But you never did see a face that wasn't smiling or a child that wasn't laughing. Even babies refrained from crying. This society lived communally. Barracks. There were a dozen barracks that housed hundreds of people. About 5 families lived in one barrack, and most of these families consisted of 6-8 people. The Rogers, the Fraisers, The Wilson's, the Pemberleys, and the Swindles all lived in the west shore barrack, not too far from the Mayor's Mansion. The Rogers had 6 children, the Fraisers had 3, the Wilson's had 4 children, the Pemberleys had 6 children, and the Swindles had 4 children. All of these children, along with 300 other children, went to the same school, which took place in the chapel. The chapel seemed to be the most significant place in the community, seeing as there were several records found there alluding to sacred gatherings. At these gatherings, mayor Powell would often say a prayer and pass around a cup of "holy juice". It seemed as though a spell was put over the people at this time. Frank Rogers was his second in command. Nothing was to be done that he didn't notify Frank of. In fact, everyone in the west shore barrack worked with the mayor. Billy Frasier was the baker, and also prepared the food and drink for any gatherings. Randle Wilson was basically a secretary of the treasury, though there really wasn't any official treasury. Charles Pemberley was a social man. He interacted with society and reported and news directly to Mayor Powell. Donald Swindle was an awkward man that liked to keep to himself, and was probably the least happy of anyone else in Perfectione Defecit. In fact, he was almost always dreary. His dreariness increased after the sacred gatherings. He was the only one that wasn't perfectly content with his surroundings, which led the people to occasionally question him, but Mayor Powell assured everyone that he belonged, and the was never any reason to fear. But there was a reason to fear. Not everyone can be happy all the time. Secrets and lies were constantly spread around and had the power to ruin this utopia. One slip up would assure a chaotic self destruction. If one goes down, we all fall. That was just the start of the event.