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Why an island? Nay, my fictional friend. Don't ask why an island, ask why not an island. I fully intend to be an empress queen someday, so I figure I should plan ahead. Also, it's really cool to have your own island. You should try it yourself. Also, if you're prone to asking why, then you probably have no imagination of your own. You may as well read about mine. Government
My island is governed by me. Two rules: Industry The island is not very industrious, come to think of it. My minions fish and make candles and sing for their supper. I philosophize and watch butterflies and sing for the joy of it. Sometimes we all force feed a model or torch a few math books or go swimming in the village's famous Chocolate Fountain. On good days we do all three. Agriculture My minions eat food. So do I. I hope you do too. Transportation The island is typically reached by a ferry operated by a crotchety old geezer named Harold Frimseth. The island's other forms of transportation are feet, carriage, horse, moped, or chaise lounge held aloft by muscular cabana men (queens and special guests only). Surgeon General Don't smoke, punk. Regional Holidays
January 15: Gorge On Chocolate Day Officials
Official Island Flag
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