TFF #2 Refugee Camp

Long ago, there was a tiny Somalian village that stood somewhere in Ireland. Every day, the villagers would hang out and smoke weed in town square, because that's how old the village was. Weed was shamefully still a thing.

It was a peaceful village, aside the occasional discrimination against outsiders from the neighboring village. Some outsiders were even impaled on a chopstick if they were loud enough. This little place nonetheless was home, and every day went by with laughs, fun, and a little bit of salt.

Until one day, when the villagers were evicted because of debt. They lost their home, and were forced to find a new one. Unfortunately, they all chose to split up and go down their own path. Some traitors left to join the Overwatch. Some moved to the Glub village, where gamergirls were plenty. Some are even roaming the lands to this day, still searching for a village or just stomping on newborn children in the pub lands. Going to the neighboring village was also an option, but it smelled and the villagers had standards.

Months later, news somehow came that the village has been rebuilt. The villagers were alerted, and some stopped by the reconstructed settlement to relive the good old days.

But nobody stayed. They had all found other places to be, and the village was disbanded.


anyways thats my fanfiction lol
this group is for us friends to hang out together :)