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Part 1 of The Rebels' Song
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Published:
2022-06-06
Updated:
2022-11-28
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The Rebels' Song

Summary:

Wilbur was still half awake. He sat on the roof of the camarvan, a drink still in hand and a half-smoked cigarette glowing against the sky, which was just beginning to show the pale pink signs of morning. He sang quietly under his breath, a smile on his face.

I heard there was a special place
Where men could go and emancipate
From the brutality and the tyranny of their rulers
Well this place is real, you needn’t fret
With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, not Eret
It’s a very real and not blown up L’Manberg
My L’Manberg
My L’Manberg
My L’Manberg
My L’Manberg

He sang the words to a familiar tune: a stolen tune. No one here knew that but him. How could they? Still, he enjoyed singing the anthem again and again, basking in the words and the light of the sunrise as the horizon was filled with a tapestry of pinks and oranges. L’Manberg’s sunrise. His sunrise.

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What if the Dream SMP was originally a novel instead of the streamed phenomenon it is?

Notes:

For WeevilBug, xinconnexion, and UnintendedMango, my very good friends and fellow enjoyers of this tale.

and

For Technoblade, who inspired so many stories and loved this community to the very end. We all will miss you. Fly high, king.

Chapter 1: Foreword

Chapter Text

There was once a strange, beautiful world of men and monsters and magic. You should still be able to go there, if you know the name of the place. It was a wide world, with many lands that rose and fell, each in its own time. And at one time, there was a land very far away, cloistered away from all those who might search for it. It was protected by a powerful barrier, so that only those invited could enter. I was one of those lucky few (if lucky is the right word for it––there are those who still debate that), and that is how I now come to you with knowledge of what happened there. I wrote everything down, you see: collected the broken pieces at the end of it all. I probably would have forgotten it all otherwise.

But I suppose I must start at the beginning of all of this so you will understand, like the rest of us, what happened in that land so long ago: that land known only as the DREAM SMP.