Society Cannot Survive Without Gossip and Rumors |
 Do you know what happens four years after a community finally stops being at war? No one is hiding. No one is just fighting to survive anymore. As people rebuild their lives, they find the foundation of life hasn't truly changed at all. People have friends, jobs, and lives. Now they just can relish in a sense of security they thought they may never have again.
Unexpectedly the generation emerging as adults now have the attention of those around them and, mainly, the attention of those reading the pages of the Witch Weekly. In truth, they have became almost celebrities in their own right in the community without their permission. Some acknowledge this status for themselves or their friends; others try to hide from it and keep their lives private. | In the aftermath, people seem to want to live a quieter life, but those who are watching from the outside don't always want to keep it that way. Those who were students are now adults, trying to build their own life outside of war and the hallowed halls of Hogswarts. But the social pages of the Witch Weekly have gotten more and more popular as the writer began to shine a spotlight on all many. Readers at least have decided to just embrace the new attitude in the media. Gossip is just right the corner at every turn for just about anyone.
With the spotlight on them, no one is safe from being written about in the gossip pages that seem to try to build scandal and rumors on anything they could find.
Now in the year 2002, will you try to hide from the light or embrace it? | Premise
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When You Awaken
Your eyes open and you might not recognize your surroundings immediately, but have no doubt about it; this is Earth. More specifically, Las Vegas, or at least what Las Vegas used to be, before everything happened. What ‘everything’ was, you don’t know, but the sky glows in a rusty haze, the sun hidden behind thick clouds of smog for as far as you can see. When you look around, what you encounter depends on where you landed, but there’s an undeniable theme here no matter where you are. You’re in the largest city of south-eastern Nevada, and you’ve never seen it so empty before. The streets are riddled with abandoned vehicles, some cars brand new with the doors still hanging open, as if hundreds of drivers simultaneously decided to leave their seat and never return. The buildings are crumbling and are scattered with broken glass and debris, and everything seems to be out of place. There are oil tankards beached up on shores, monuments and statues turned on their heads, and there’s blood. A lot of it.
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