chapter iii - new horizons

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time and space is only a parallel, there is no limit nor a deadline for all is just a system. no time to worry about mistakes.

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Many people volunteered to go explore with him. He had to choose people, actually. The hard decision between over fifteen people.

In the end, he presumed he should go with a mix of personalities. Maybe it would come in handy?

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Schlatt, Connor, Ted, Joko, Charlie, Poke, Carson, Travis, Ty, Cooper and Phil all sat installed on the docks, a few talking; others planning for the point ahead. Wilbur had been restless for the past few days so he would never find himself as excited as the people around.

In all honesty, he was sincerely grateful for the support he'd gained overall for his statement, many people had agreed- others had just wanted to take up an opportunity.

He'd already packed essential items; guitar, kazoo, melon, whale plushie, and things he required to live. He'd miss Milo, but Grunk had promised himself he would take care of him, which reassured him. Frequently he felt bad for his decision even against Schlatt's words; he indeed trusted many people here.

However, he did regret the decision to bring along certain people, that had caused him pain in the past. Cough, Joko, cough-

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[ irl switch ]

Earlier, he had decided on the fact that he would no longer stream on SMPlive. He was midway through giving his goodbyes as he conversed with InkTea, Grunk, Michael as well as Jamak. Luckily, Schlatt did skip onto the server to ban Michael, to his fortune.

WilburSoot: WOOD FIRED PIZZA?
WilburSoot: HOW'S PIZZA GONNA GET A JOB NOW?

Wilbur snickered to himself as he played the song, it was time for a change. He spotted much melancholy in his chat, even after soothing the thousands of people that: "This wasn't meant to be a depressing stream, just a trip down memory lane!"

Nevertheless, he'd been enjoying the time, whether or not it had gone the way he wanted or not.

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[ irl switch ]

The sails on the schooner ship had been set. The SSMilo was ready for departure, rocking lightly on the deep blue sea. Once, for the perhaps last time, he'd glanced at his towers. Saluting proudly, he waved goodbye to the remaint of his friends on the shore.

It was time for a new beginning.

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