"The dawning of a new era is upon us.
New mornings bring new chances to gain the control that should be ours.
If there ever was a time to strike-quickly and at the heel of the Order-it is now.
A reign of terror shall hail down upon this world like that which has never been seen, and the likes of which shall never be known again.
1955 was only the beginning."

January 1979. The decade with which the Marauder's have grown comfortable is drawing rapidly to a close, and so is the common state of the world. Even those who claim neutrality are in danger of execution at the hands of the Dark Lord; indecisiveness is no longer a shield. The curses from such evil wands-brandished like swords-rain down upon the human and wizarding worlds like nothing seen before. And it has only just begun.

"So long as there is one of us strong enough to fight, our cause shall not perish.
Only in surrender do we find defeat, and only in despair do we find loss.
There is the one thing that we have that the Death Eaters can never-we have hope.
Death is not the final answer, and there are some things in this world worth fighting for.
There are some things in this world worth dying for."

As the Dark Lord and his potent forces encroach on the boundaries of peaceful society, it becomes evident that what once was can no longer be. No one may be out of it-the cowards will lay slain with the brave, punished for their apathy. Sides must be chosen; for only in the knowledge of one's place can true power arise. Some may choose on moral fiber and ethics, while others will rely on fear and peer pressure. Some yet will not know until the very end. Even more, all the while-some will be traitors. Some can never be trusted at all.

No longer is the fight contained within the boundaries of the Britain alone.
For evil can never be contained.
With the war barraging all of Eurasia, no one is safe.
Crashing like waves on the shore of every nation, no matter the history.
Everyone shall be recruited.

Voldemort is violently pressing on, and so is the extent of his grasp. The evil slits of his eyes seem to glower over every country: England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, France, Germany, Poland, Italy, Greece...so long as there are people there, there shall be his evil presence, and there shall be good to combat it. There shall be a war. From all over Europe, wizards are flocking...battles are being fought. England is the primary frontier...but the tides are changing.

In the end, you will be stripped of your wealth.
Nationality, blood, social status-it all will mean nothing.
All that will remain is the principles on which you stood.
The friendships that you made, the company with which you kept.
The voracity with which you loved, the passion with which you abhorred.

Where will you stand?
Good?
Evil?

The gray area is diminishing. A decision must be made.