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In Sunset Valley, if you weren't with the nouveau riche Altos you were with the old money Landgraabs. The Goths, despite helping found the town alongside the Landgraabs didn't matter. The supposed lycanthropic Wolff family didn't matter.
The Altos had moved in a few years ago from a large city called Bridgeport, and immediately bought up most of the businesses. This earned them the ire of Landgraabs, who immediately viewed them as rivals. The Altos didn't care about this until they learned that the Landgraabs began to look into their background. That's when the two families went to war.
Not literal war, mind you, but their conflicts ended up splitting the town in two.
The younger adults showed their support for Altos, due to them being more in tune with modernizing the small town. The older generation supported the Landgraabs, to keep up with tradition. The other rich families even picked sides. The Wolffs helped out the Altos because in this town, they were also nouveau rich. The Goths sided with the Landgraabs due to their kinship with each other from building up the town.
The teens and children, however, were different. The Alto's only daughter was nothing like her family, yet she still felt like a bit of an outcast in town due to the dirty looks she sometimes got from older people. The heir to the Landgraab fortune was somewhat more popular, but he didn't particularly care about the feud either. In fact, he and the Alto girl struck up a sort of friendship despite their differences in age.
Even with the younger generation trying to reverse the damage done, will it be enough?