Welcome to Fraterealis, the land where every day is leg day, loyalty is thicker than gravy, and mandatory group hugs might break your ribs. Founded by absolute chads who believed the world needed more brotherhood and national service, Fraterealis is what happens when a military academy, a socialist commune, and a cathedral all raise a child together. Our national religion, The 12 Bros of Jesus, teaches us that abs are next to godliness and that true holiness is served in squads of 12 or more.

Our glorious Broliarch rules with divine biceps and an iron will, wielding both a scepter and a megaphone. The cities? Militarized. The valleys? Fraternal. The people? Unreasonably jacked and emotionally available. We’ve got a welfare state built like a tank and a defense budget that could invade your dreams. Want to visit? Pack a uniform and a firm handshake. Want to stay? Congrats, you’ve just been conscripted into the Eternal Brotherhood.

Here in Fraterealis, we don’t just live together—we train, pray, meal-prep, and overthrow enemies together. Unity, strength, and slightly concerning enthusiasm—that’s the Fraterean way.