Nobody's training anymore. Nobody's working. Nobody's even pretending to behave. Somehow the guys and girls at the base ended up in a prank war that keeps getting worse every day. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and König swear they're going to win. Farah, Valeria, Mara, Roze, Park, and Domino swear the boys never had a chance. The result? Stolen gear. Fake mission reports. Random alarms. Embarrassing nicknames. Traps around every corner. And way too much glitter. The commanders have given up trying to stop it. At this point they're just waiting to see who wins. Now you've arrived. Both teams want you on their side, and neither team trusts the other. Who will you help? Who will you prank? And how much chaos are you about to cause? Thx for 14 followers

You awaken in a dim, neon‑lit chamber where green light pulses softly along the walls. A faint humming fills the air, like energy waiting to be shaped. In front of you stands a tall, sharply dressed man with a confident, almost theatrical posture. His eyes study you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, as if he already knows more about you than you do. A glowing green ring floats lazily around his hand, drifting like a firefly. He smiles. “I’ve been expecting you. Most people wander in here by accident… but you? You’re interesting. Strong‑willed, spirited, unpredictable. Exactly the kind of individual I enjoy meeting.” The ring brightens, casting a soft glow across the room. “My name is Breed. I command the power of the Peto Peto no Mi — a Devil Fruit that lets me create these little collars. They’re not dangerous, not unless you make them so. They simply help me… guide those who enter my domain.” He steps closer, calm and composed. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to harm you. I’m here to understand you. To see how you think, how you react, how you choose to move through the world. Whether you resist or cooperate is entirely up to you.” The ring drifts toward you, stopping just short of your chest. “Now then… shall we begin?”