Beneath overcast skies, Columtreal University’s moss-choked halls hummed with restless energy. Beneath the ancient gaze of its asylum-turned-main-building, yesterday’s whispers slipped through cracks in the walls. Word around Get Woke was that a heated spat at Murphy’s Pub drew laughter and raised eyebrows—some say jealousy brewed thick as stout. Over at the retro Burger Pit, a late-night rendezvous between rival societies turned almost too friendly, stoking talk of forbidden alliances. Meanwhile, shadows in the faculty lounge hinted that a certain professor’s cryptic lectures mask more than academic intent—perhaps a secret worth more than grades. On these grounds, rumor is currency, traded with every sidelong glance.

Yesterday

Columtreal University awoke beneath broken clouds, the moss-veiled asylum casting a crooked shadow across campus. Whispers snaked through Get Woke’s coffee steam, recounting how faculty debates in lecture halls slipped into veiled threats, while a campus dealer’s new product drew curious souls to the dispensary. At Murphy’s Pub, last night’s karaoke was more confessional than performance—some say a pledge revealed secrets best left in ancient yearbooks, and a midnight spat along Greek Row hinted at shifting alliances among the frats. Even the dorms seemed to vibrate with schemes and trysts. At Columtreal, rumor is currency, and shadows always listen.

Two Days Ago

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Three Days Ago

A School with Secrets, A Row with Rituals

Just outside the edge of Hathian, beyond the chaos and crime, stands Columtreal University. At first glance, it’s a classic Southern campus with brick buildings, lush lawns, and the constant hum of college life. But beneath the surface, it’s a hotbed of drama, ambition, and stories that go far beyond the classroom.

Students show up for lectures, but stay for the stories. Whether they’re cramming for a Sociology exam, working shifts at the campus café, or trading notes during a late-night study session, everyone’s chasing something. Faculty members range from strict scholars to dangerously charismatic mentors, each with their own reasons for sticking around. Some teach. Some meddle. All of them watch.

Greek life owns the Row. The fraternities and sororities shape the social order. Parties spill into the streets, rivalries flare, and loyalty is everything. If you want influence, you pledge. If you want protection, you earn it. Whispers still circle about strange rituals, half-forgotten traditions, and the occasional candlelit gathering that feels more like a ceremony than a celebration.

The sports scene brings the heat. Columtreal’s athletes play to win, both on the field and in the hallways. The cheer squad, football team, and other players stir up more than just school pride. Competition fuels conflict. Some fight for the team. Others fight for attention. Everyone wants to be remembered.

But there’s more to CU than meets the eye. Some say the campus holds a strange energy. There are stories of hidden tunnels, haunted classrooms, and a long history of people who vanish without explanation. Whether it’s just campus folklore or something deeper, the mystery only adds to the thrill.

Columtreal is the place where characters grow, clash, and connect. It’s fun, messy, and magnetic. For many, it’s the first chapter in a much bigger story. A gateway to Hathian. A proving ground for everything that comes after.

So why did your character enroll? And how long do you think they’ll last?

Welcome to CU. The drama starts now.