The War of L'Manburg

Chapter 4: L'Manberg

"We are going to make this the greatest business empire in the world," Wilbur said. "Tommy, we need to build a wall. Let's make it bright colors so costumers can spot it easily." 

For many days and nights they labored. Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy worked well as a team. They first gathered all the different supplies and tools: yellow and black dye, sand and gravel, pickaxes and buckets. Sweat dripped from their forehead's and they were caked with dust. Their land wasn't huge and the men kept each other's spirits up. "Guys," Wilbur said. "I don't think we can be part of DreamSMP anymore. For too long they have suppressed us. We have been striped of our rights and held under gun fire."

"Yes Wilbur, I agree. I don't think I've realized until now. Our business has grown, it is no longer our simple dream to make potions. So many people have joined our cause, Fundy, Tubbo," Tommy said, nodding at the two other men.

"And even Eret," Tubbo added.

"Yes, we are part of a revolution against the DreamSMP," Tommy said.

"Well said my friend. What should our new nation be called?" Wilbur asked. "We're Europeans, and from personal experience, we aren't the ones who threaten innocent citizens without reason and almost kill them."

"Oh my god, I have an idea!" Tommy exclaimed. "We don't have any women in our cause, and most of them are American. Why don't we call it Manberg or alternatively, Mantopia."

"I like those, but how do we make it European?" Wilbur said. "What about L'Manberg? Like how the French would spell it."

"L'Manberg, L'Manberg!" Tubbo exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"I love that!" Fundy agreed.

"Yeah that's perfect," Tommy said. "Now we need some rules."

"Here in the great land of L'Manberg, we don't wear armor and no weapons are allowed. We don't win wars through fighting and unnecessary bloodshed. We win wars through our words," Wilbur said.

"Yes sir!" They were both filled with pride as they looked at their home. Their half finished wall and the caravan that had started it all. Tommy squinted. "Hey, who's that?"

There, in the woods, was the masked king himself, Dream had arrived.