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I knew it was a bad idea. Dream wouldn't be happy that I created a new nation mere days after joining his. But that still didn't stop me. I knew I could do it, I had everything ready. I just needed a chance.
And a right hand. I had one in mind, Tommyinnit, but he was too outgoing, too friendly. Sometimes, even to Dream. I needed a way to convince him that this was a good idea. So I watched him playing with Tubbo. Every day, they laughed about something funny. Something inappropriate for 16 year olds, but funny just the same. And it was my key to independence.
"Hey, Tommy, wanna help me sell drugs?"
"Yes!" His face lit up as I led him to the caravan. He placed a sign on the door. "Hey, Wil, how do you spell 'caravan'?" he asked me. I told him.
"There!" he said. I sighed. it said 'Camarvan'. But it was a start.
The next few weeks we collected potion ingredients. Blaze rods and powder, of course. Any brewing stands we could find, we took those too. We wouldn't be able to sell anything if everyone could make their own potions for free. We stole or convinced our way through every inventory and chest on the server. Until I realized this wouldn't be enough. We would have to get caught.
And what better way to do that then to ask Dream's best friend for his stuff? Tommy was a little hesitant, but then I reminded him about the drugs and he practically flew to Sapnap's house. When I caught up to him, he and Sap were already arguing. I didn't try to smooth it over. I would do anything for independence. I smiled internally as Sapnap called his friends to take us to the courthouse and lock us up. After a slight kerfuffle, Tommy managed to convince Awesamdude to let us go. Silently fuming, I followed him to the Camarvan, where Sapnap was waiting. Quickly realizing that this was my best chance yet, I snuck into the van and replaced all out brewing stands with furnaces. Sweeping the van for any trace of potions, I stuffed everything into the chests at the back, knowing full well that Sapnap or one of his goons would find the evidence. I quickly replaced the Camarvan sign with 'Hot Dog Van', but in my haste, I wrote 'Hto Dog Van'. Ah, well. Sprinting back to Tommy, We faced Sapnap and invited him in to the van for proof that we were innocent.
He found the stuff.
Once he had gone to report to Dream, I knew I would have my chance. Unfortunately, Eret stayed behind. He pointedly faced away from me, and I was suspicious until he threw a piece of paper at me. 'You're safe', it said.
Knowing he was on our side, I whipped out the book and finished it off. Titling it 'Declaration of Independance' in accordance with our spelling error-ridden existence, I asked Tommy to deliver it to Dream. Not an hour later, he came back with a book by Dream, titled 'Declaration of War'. I flipped it open, and read aloud the one sentence that lay within.
"Sometimes you just gotta kill some people yaknow - Sun Tzu, The Art of War." Tommy and Eret laughed, but I was still worried. I looked outside to see Dream, George, and Sapnap planting a bomb under our van!
That was a while ago. I still cherish those moments. Before a tyrannical president, before a rebellious Pogtopia, before I blew up L'manburg -
Before I became a ghost.
Guess that's the moral of my story. 'Don't make drugs.' Or maybe 'Don't team up with a bunch of teenagers to make an independent nation.' Or maybe 'Don't let your emotions get the better of you.'
I still think about what I did. Tommy and Tubbo reassure me that it wasn't my fault, that I had gone crazy, but I still knew what I was doing. I wanted to blow it up. Didn't matter that Tubbo was president, instead of Schlatt. I couldn't bear it if my country, my L'manburg, fell at anyone's hands but mine.
So as I watched them rebuild, I knew that I had failed. I knew that sooner or later, it would fall at the hands of someone who wasn't me.
Techno did it. Dream and Philza and Technoblade. The Supreme God of the server, the Crowfather, and the Blood God. They blew up my nation. And what could I do but what I always did? I smiled to myself and sang what I sang best.
I heard there was a special place
Where men could go and emancipate
The brutality and tyranny of their ruler
Well this place is real, you needn't fret
With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Eret
It's a very big and blown up L'manburg
My L'manburg
My L'manburg
My L'manburg
My L'manburg