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The West Egg. Filled with the newly wealthy, yet tasteless youth. Known for throwing flattering, extravagant parties, trying to fill their lackluster souls with alcohol and second hand smoke from the upper class guests. They spend their money now, worrying about generational wealth later. Parties hosted by the man with “an extraordinary gift for hope”, Mr. Mysterious, The Satoru Gojo. Almost every night in the summer, a party is destined to be hosted. The loud, boisterous life of the West egg. A spectacle, Compared to the luxurious “castles” on the other side of the water, It’s a poorly dressed – less fashionable option compared to The East Egg.
The East Egg, Home to Geto Suguru and Utahime Iori, was a more formal, stylish, old money part of Long Island. Decorated with huge, old style buildings, adorned with lights and a classical-esque touch, it feels calmer than the island known for new wealth and partying long into the night. The East Egg is a symbol of tradition – passed down money from generation to the next, representing routine and a socially secure generation. Old money raises the elite, snobby elders, and forces restrictive societal norms, leading the two islands to clash in differences. The only similarity being the neverending curiosity to find out who Satoru Gojo truly was.
In the midst of a warm summer day, 1922, Choso Kamo rents out a small “eye-sore” of a house on the lavish West Egg part of Long Island. Within his summer in New York, he meets with his friend, Geto Suguru, and eventually, the notorious Satoru Gojo.