Welcome to Gaia! ::

Like any fiercely regulated system, people are judged and everyone has a label on them. The goths the freaks the elitists the snobs the wimps the wannabes, and many more putrid titles of this sinfully gorgeous school campus.

Every breath you take and every move you make will determine just where you will fit in. Don't try anything righteous and try to claim your majestic uniqueness, there's already a group for that and they get beat up every Thursday by the bookworms. You can't win, but that doesn't mean you're free from playing the game either. If anything, blame your parents or whichever guardian thought it would be a great place to send your sorry behind to.

And don't whine either, or else the school's poster boy will come put you in your place. Do you know how humiliating it is to get put down by a dude who spends more time on his hair than the entire female population?


Pansy's probably lactose-intolerant too. And he's still better than you.

In fact, it can be very embarrassing since he's pretty too. The guy's a flipping Marty Stu if you ask anyone, but that's his biggest problem besides the fact that he's too perfect and he's too pretty. His temper is that of a bull and he's got a big superiority complex - he's go no friends either. A really awesome example of what striving to be the best gets you, a truck ton of loneliness.

At least you'll make some friends, right?

...

Right?

Well that's probably up to you and your first impression. So get ready to be wronged in every way by your peers and trampled on by those closest to you. Toodle-pip.

And before you stab your eye out with the pen you used to write your information down, someone pops into the room from the door right next to you and walks right in front of your peripheral vision. He - she? No, definitely a guy; what's with all the pretty guys at this school? - grabs you roughly by your arm and begins dragging you through the halls. On his middle finger (you chuckle, you immature brat you) is a ring with the school's emblem on it. That symbol represents compassion and encouragement-

"Listen up you little cog, you're lucky you got all the paperwork done before school started. I don't have time to show your slow mind around since there's ten minutes to class and I've got more snots to bring to their locker. All you have to know are a few rules:

1 - Obey the Terms of Service.
2 - You aren't god and you can't defy gravity.
3 - So help me if you turn out to be one of those Mary Sues.
4- Sure you can swear and hurt people, but you'll probably get detention.
5- Keep your words legible, but also on tangent and without anything too ostentatious. Don't want to be called a drama queen on the first day.
6- ... I'm not sure, the principal hasn't come up with a sixth rule yet."

The blond-haired teenager releases you in front of one of the turquoise-painted lockers with a steel plate over it that had a number engraved into the front. He turns to leave as soon as he knows you can stand.

"Don't come asking me for anything, I won't be your nanny," and he sashays off. You watch his golden hair swish from side to side as he distances himself away from you, remember the wide blue eyes he had that held such ice over the surface. If you had to guess, he was a fashion model.


Holy crap the money you could make if you sold a picture of him

You sigh and turn to your locker, only to realize you're all alone. Suddenly you now know what it feels like to be stuck in the wilderness surrounded by hundreds of bears and wolves. s**t.