𝓐𝓫𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮ᵍᵉⁿˢʰⁱⁿ

00 - 𝐌𝐲 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠

Victory was upon us.

The sun shined down on L'manburg, all mobs around having seemingly disappeared from the server, as the Pogtopians celebrate their victory.

However, L'manburg was not the same. It would never be the same. His unfinished symphony, his legacy, his life. It had been tainted by the whims of tyranny, and needed to be cleansed. Yes, cleansed...

[ ] looks up at the horizon, the clouds far away in the lands of Dream SMP. After Jschlatt, the tyrant ruler of 'Manburg', died from a heart attack, they had won; and now, it was time. [ ] walks up to the stage, where the same tyrant had exiled them, where Tubbo was executed...The blood of many was spilled on this stage. But most importantly, this was were POG2020 lost the elections...and from there on, all went downhill.

If only they won, this wouldn't have happened.

"Ahem...hello, everybody." [ ] says as he scans the crowd, spotting his son, Fundy, his allies...Dream and Technoblade...most, if not all, of the server was present.

Taking a deep breath, [ ] started, "I am glad to hear you all have...helped us pursue the enemy, and while Schlatt took a pathetic fall, it was a victory for us nonetheless." Cheers.

"But." the crowd went silent, confused as to where this was going. "I'm afraid I have to renounce my position as president and founder of L'manburg..." gasps were heard all around. THE [ ] 'Wilbur' [ ] would quit!? Impossible. He's crazy about this land. How could it be?

Tommy, especially, was shocked. Dumbfounded, even. He's known [ ] his entire time on this server, and there was no way he'd actually give it up...but, Tommy sighs. All good things come to an end, don't they?

"I, [ ] Wilbur [ ], President and Founder of the nation of L'Manburg, hereby abdicate my position in favor of Tommy Innit. My friend and ally, my brother." Tommy came up to stage and hugged [ ], soon saluting the former president and leaving him to his own business.

Walking past the stage, past everyone, [ ] continues strolling leisurely to a fixed location. The place was hidden underground, but was a place...filled with memories. That place would soon become a memorial, for him and his unfinished symphony...

Looking back at the stage, [ ] finds himself smiling when he hears Tommy's loud voice, giving a not-so-professional speech. Whatever, this would all end soon enough. He continued walking.

"PRESIDENT TUBBO!!!" Tommy yelled, followed by a triumphant uproar from the crowd.

Scoffing at the audacity of Tommy to immediately resign, [ ]continues his stride, walking and jumping around, soon finding himself beneath a cliff, in a familiar room... The TNT room.

A room filled with wonderful messages, of the emancipation of L'Manburg... too bad it would all go to waste. [ ] reads the echoing words of the national anthem one last time, craze and longing filling his being as he yells out with unbridled rage, his body shaking desperately as his hand reaches out to press the button.

"THE THING THAT I BUILT THIS NATION FOR DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE! MY PURPOSE- THE THING THAT I WORKED FOR DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE! IT'S OVER!" He repeats, wallowing in insanity. Surely someone would've heard him, right? Surely- surely someone would help him snap back to his senses and-

"What are you doing?"

[ ] froze where he stood. His anger melted away, and he choked on air. He lowered his hand, shaking. "Phil?" he whispered, hoarse.

"What are you doing?" the man repeated.

"Phil... Where are you?" [ ] asked, deciding not to turn around as his hand shook, tightening into a fist as the desperate urge to press the button overwhelmed him...but he restrained himself. He restrained himself, just to listen...just to listen, to his father.