Henry Harrington was on the run again. He knew it would happen, just not this soon.
In his head he weaved between the trees like a jaguar. He knew any onlooker would liken it more to a drunk bison, but he didn't care. He was free. Free from public ridicule, federal prosecution, and the threat of imitators. Finally he and his revolutionary invention would be safe; he was now somewhere far away from civilization.
Here in the deep backwoods he would be able to start a new land with none of the restraints traditional society shackled to him.
The former billionaire, genius, and inventor of the 'Hamster Hand' founded a country where other misfits were welcome. He called it 'Hamsterdam Hill' and it is a damn fine place. This is the website of that place, a portal into a land defined by its people, no matter how many genetic defects they may have. Feel free to explore, comment, and pass along the word of this great yet mystifying place.
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Great guy, but mildly uncomfortable at how much he is supposed to enjoy cupcakes. Why do you always have to act like they're fucking fantastic? It's a fucking cupcake get over yourself.
President and Founder
Haikus are simple
But sumtimes they don't make sense
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He doesn't even go here