Paradoxicon

Paradoxicon, a place of peace, harmony, homicide, and sunbathing. From her glass shard strewn beaches to her plastic forests, the country of Paradoxicon is known for the high quality of her exports. Among these, smallpox is one of the highest tourist attractions.   Bordered by the warring countries of Parachutes and Lexicon, she stands as the last bastion of hope on a wartorn globe. But deep in the heart of her capitol city, Principality, a trauma grows. A wild hurting, an eons old pain, there is a cancerous rot in the deep sideways haunts of the country. Like a sub-dermal bruise, this hurting thing colors the streets of her cities, casts a dull ache on her inhabitants, and smarts like a bitch when anyone comes in contact with it.   She is rumored to be the birthplace of true evil, but also, the origin of the greatest truth. Literal manifestations of her nature litter her, from the sinister influence of politicians, to the abundance of civil liberties her people have the singular right to continuously fight for.   Despite being a democratic nation, her people manage to survive her tyrannical rule.   -- Like most inhabitants of Paradoxicon, The & Their bond over trauma, drama, and mutual hatred of many different people, while attempting to foil a sinister villain in his plot to foil their attempts to foil him.