Garfield Town, US. An experimental ethnostate consisting primarily of Garfield Clones, with slight variation in each individual, such as appearance and personality. These traits are sampled from volunteers and scientists working on the project. I am Subject 3105, otherwise known as "gay idiot Garfield". My parent is a homosexual man with a below average IQ. This reflects in me. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but it always ends in trouble for me.

Regardless, this ethnostate isn't a very good idea. As you can easily infer, bringing fictional characters into the real world AND mixing them with real life people is a recipe for disaster. We've had a few tourists come in but they quickly leave due to how freakish it is to see the same guy, times a thousand walking around. Garfield isn't biologically the most ideal organism. The proportions are fucked, the 4 finger cartoon shit interferes with our daily lives, and not to mention how much goddamn lasagna we eat. Within the first month, two hundred out of the ten thousand of us died. Not to crime or disease or anything, but to how fucked up those guys were specifically, due to the mix of human and cartoon cat.

We are planning to overthrow the local government, AKA, the science facility which started the experiment. We are going to show that we are more than artifical labrats forced to run around in a small city for fun. We are going to rise up, and obtain the right to travel the world. I hear one of us already got a gun. If we can get enough of those, we are getting out of here, living freely among the humans. Maybe I can meet the "gay idiot" who donated his blood for me. Maybe I can see something other than the grey sky and taste something other than the pasta and tomato sauce in lasagna. Maybe, one day, we'll be free.