Welcome to the most exclusive club for those who refuse to be themselves. Where the only rule is that there are no rules. Unless you're the president, in which case, you're in charge, and everyone else has to do what you want.
We're not a cult, we're just a group of people who are really, really tired of pretending to be normal.
Join us for a weekend of debauchery, self-expression, and questionable life choices. Don't worry about the haters; we'll provide a sufficient amount of existential dread for you to deal with.
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It all started with a spontaneous decision to abandon the societal norms and expectations that have been suffocating us for far too long. A group of disillusioned individuals came together, and, well, here we are.
We've been called everything from 'a bunch of misfits' to 'a group of people who are clearly on the brink of collapse.' We've heard it all.
And you know what? They might not be wrong.
We're a group of people who are, well, not.
We don't have a motto, but if we did, it might be something like 'We're here, we're not, get used to it.'
We have no schedule. Because who needs one, right?
Meetings are whenever, whereever, and however we feel like it. Don't bother checking your watch; just wing it.
Meet our fearless leader, Bob.
Bob is a man of mystery and intrigue. Or, at the very least, he's a man who has a lot of opinions.
Bob's vision for the future is to make sure everyone else has fun while he reaps all the benefits.
This isn't here. Or is it?