Wicked 101

Wicked 101: Public Announcement

Extract from WickedSave.com, 15th March, 2126:

Let me spin you a tale! You all know what happened. But I'll go over it, because a lot of young people of the new generation may not have a great knowledge of the fall of Earth, and that is a vital part of my story. And if this was a movie, I suppose this part would be a painfully obvious exposition whilst panning over a city full of skyscrapers, a shot of a government building, the earth in the distance- you know the deal. Well, do you? How many people actually watch movies?

So, not so long ago, we all lived on Earth. And it was great for a few thousand years. Humans evolved and advanced, finding new ways to survive and get food and build families. By the time we got to the 2000's, the new millennium, things were looking great. Humans were advancing faster than ever before. Yay, space travel! And then things started to go downhill. Basic human rights started being stripped away, President elects across the globe were just greedy for money and power, and big companies were destroying the environment. Wars started and they didn't stop. Western, 'powerful' countries began to deteriorate into chaos as citizens refused to submit to the oppressive regimes and the wars. Nuclear war reigned supreme, entire islands and countries were underwater due to global warming. The population drastically declined as deadly illnesses awoke and swept the globe, killing everyone in their path. And then came the idea. It wasn't perfect. I think that it was China that proposed it.

Anyway! I'm going on and on and on. I know. Bare with me. (Bare? Bear with me?) So, every major nation rushed to create their own cities. It took a couple decades, but it happened. It was a last hope- if it didn't work, then humans would die out, but who cares? The world was falling apart anyway. It worked. Scotland was one of the last to leave, I think- we knew that this was our last chance to break off from England, and got our own ship.

Okay! So, Scotland had this royal family. And they were great. I know, destroy the monarchy and all that, but this was more of a government. It was a democracy, but for history's sake or some shit the leaders of the government were called the King and Queen, and their descendants would be trained to take over and be good, kind leaders. This was supposed to last for centuries. It was, in hindsight, an alright plan. However, the second King and Queen had to go mess it up. They hid their young daughter away until she was a bit older and ready to be exposed to the brutal world of politics. Okay. Terrible plan that they told NO ONE where their daughter was, seeing as they both tragically died when she was still quite young and the bloodline was lost.

In a hurry, a President was elected. It was supposed to be temporary until the heirs to the throne were discovered. The Queen, who was the daughter of the original King and Queen, had no siblings and the rest of her family were dead. But there were a few people who had worked for the government and knew that somewhere, there was a child. As scientists scrambled to find her, a new President (who was elected only because of connections and money rather than actual ability to, I don't know, run a country) began his regime.

And oh, boy! What a disaster! He couldn't grasp that this kind of incapability and reckless behaviour was one of the main features of the fall of Earth. It's... baffling.

Okay, enough exposition! If you read all that, congrats. If you just skipped to this part, y'know, I don't blame ya. I'd probably have done the same. But this isn't the President's story. I mean, he's a big part of it, but it isn't about him. Spoiler alert: he's an asshole. This is the story of Willoughby Brown, Willow Wilson, Hope Schul, and me.

You don't know my name, and unless you've seen me at work (by the way, guys, someone must've seen at my day job, so if that's you, good on ya for not telling anyone! You a real one.) But you will know, because I'm finally going to tell you, and hopefully, I won't be bombarded with constant people on the street or have any private secrets exposed. And if this does destroy my life, well, you know, that's my problem. But it might result in me stopping being Wicked 101, or I might do it a lot more. Who knows yet?