Originally Posted by Me
The pain, anguish, uncertaintey of some people drives them over the edge. To suicide, to death. The Republic Of The Living Dead are an unknown, charity to some, that are dedicated to keeping the hated, the ignored, the lonliness from knocking on deaths door. When somebody goes missing in Nottingham, nine times out of ten, the republic have got them. They commited suicide, but are not dead. Simply, reborn.
How you ask? Easy. The Republic's Soldiers, all dead and reborn, catch and violently kidnap suicide attemptees. They all understand what the victim is going through and they help.
Who are in this cult? Over 200 people are in. Every single one lives in Nottingham, living after dieing. Every one gothy, emo. Even the forty year olds. They all live in 3 or 4s in lofts, storerooms above shops in stolen cars and vans. All guided by heavy metal, emo music and their long lost dreams. Every one used to live. Eventually, they lived in pain and suffering and tried to commit suicide. They failed. They live on.
Every small clan live together tightly, taking drugs and drinking all day long, while trying to keep themselves secret. Guided by the lyrics and the crashing of the guitars of the music they listen to, living in fear of being caught and what would happen, they stay unknown.
Their old lives are simply erased, there name erased, there likes and dislikes erased, there mind erased. New names, replace them, old dreams are replaced by new ones. Simply to live to stop the death that they almost subjected themselves to.
Some people may think that they are being used as zombies and drones. Living for nothing, as love is hard to come across in the community of the republic, dreams have been shattered the day they tried to kill themselves. Some people may think they are better off dead.
Number one, the leader, which nobody has seen his face, as a balaclaver is always worn. He tells them of how he started the republic. He tried to shoot himself after he lost his job, his dad got arrested and his mum died. He did succeed, his heart no longer beats, the bulllet passed through his brain, but god sent him back to earth to keep the suicides from getting too high, and try to lead them to unity and happiness.
It is hard to tell if any of the members of the republic are happy, as every one has been brainwashed by Number One. Brainwashed to be told that they must live secretly as a community, only meeting at night. Stopping suicides by any means than exposing themselves.
How do they live without money? Easy. God creates money and gold for number one. Number one splits it for everybody. Everybody buys pizza, drugs, and booze to live off. The music is stolen.
Anybody leave the republic? Number one allows everybody to leave when they are well enough to seek new challenges in their life and will fund them. But everybody stays put, seeking out to fulfil their dreams of saving somebody from death. Erasing them and starting them afresh.
Is it right or wrong?
By the way, this cult doesn't exist.
