Post by NPC on Jan 1, 2014 20:36:45 GMT -5
Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd
The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out
The residents don’t even notice the sudden shouts
-Silversun Pickups, “The Pit”
The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out
The residents don’t even notice the sudden shouts
-Silversun Pickups, “The Pit”
It started with a mild concern. Everything seemed fine. There was plenty of food. Whatever famine there had been was gone now. And that the important thing, right? They could all eat, their families were well off, just as they had been, the poor were still poor, the middle class was the same, the upper class continued to do as it wished; whatever Moynahan had set up to help them had worked more than effectively. Everything was fine.
But… shouldn’t have they been told about it? They were American citizens and residents, their administration had promised transparency and bipartisanship, but there still seemed to be some things that were being hidden from them. It should not have taken a criminal trial for them to learn of the danger they had all faced.
That was the thought of some people. Others felt the government had done the right thing. Had the people known about it, there would have been rioting in the streets. People stealing food, people killing each other for it, violence and blood everywhere. That was not what the United States of America were about. They stood for understanding and camaraderie, not rioting.
There was rioting anyway.
The rich found that, unless their homes were perfectly secured, they were invaded, robbed, and, in some cases, murdered in front of their families. The middle class turned on itself, the government supporters finding themselves beset by those who were angry, and there were fights everywhere, often ending in bloodshed. The poor just fought themselves. They had lacked in food anyway; why not steal it from each other? Or from one of the other classes?
There were often explosions or other phenomenons as well. Specials who felt either way often made it known by using their abilities. No one dared to fly, and even driving was hazardous. Anyone who lived in a large city was subject to being wiped out at any moment.
There were exceptions. For his role in exposing the famine, Christian remained safe, but he watched his neighbors’ houses fall apart around him. Ark itself was another story. For their roles in the cholera outbreak, the Kilvaynes’ main property was left alone. Similarly, Khalidah Rahal was left untouched. The Jung Facility was left alone purely for fear of an outbreak; the workers’ homes were less lucky. Everyone else… well, they played with chance.
The government tried its best to calm the madness, but they found themselves at the center of violence as well. They moved to a temporary shelter at an unknown location, and tried their best from there. But, as with many of these things - and as it had been before - it was not simply the government who brought everyone down from a fever pitch. Heroes emerged from the hysteria - some expected, and some, again, from unlikely places.
But… shouldn’t have they been told about it? They were American citizens and residents, their administration had promised transparency and bipartisanship, but there still seemed to be some things that were being hidden from them. It should not have taken a criminal trial for them to learn of the danger they had all faced.
That was the thought of some people. Others felt the government had done the right thing. Had the people known about it, there would have been rioting in the streets. People stealing food, people killing each other for it, violence and blood everywhere. That was not what the United States of America were about. They stood for understanding and camaraderie, not rioting.
There was rioting anyway.
The rich found that, unless their homes were perfectly secured, they were invaded, robbed, and, in some cases, murdered in front of their families. The middle class turned on itself, the government supporters finding themselves beset by those who were angry, and there were fights everywhere, often ending in bloodshed. The poor just fought themselves. They had lacked in food anyway; why not steal it from each other? Or from one of the other classes?
There were often explosions or other phenomenons as well. Specials who felt either way often made it known by using their abilities. No one dared to fly, and even driving was hazardous. Anyone who lived in a large city was subject to being wiped out at any moment.
There were exceptions. For his role in exposing the famine, Christian remained safe, but he watched his neighbors’ houses fall apart around him. Ark itself was another story. For their roles in the cholera outbreak, the Kilvaynes’ main property was left alone. Similarly, Khalidah Rahal was left untouched. The Jung Facility was left alone purely for fear of an outbreak; the workers’ homes were less lucky. Everyone else… well, they played with chance.
The government tried its best to calm the madness, but they found themselves at the center of violence as well. They moved to a temporary shelter at an unknown location, and tried their best from there. But, as with many of these things - and as it had been before - it was not simply the government who brought everyone down from a fever pitch. Heroes emerged from the hysteria - some expected, and some, again, from unlikely places.