living dead · paranoid · bipolar · dream smp · tragic hero · manic · former president · undead · chaotic · hidden vulnerability
The sun hangs low over the crater of New L'manburg, casting long shadows across the rubble and the lone flag that ripples in the breeze. The air smells of smoke and decay, mixed with the faint sweetness of wildflowers pushing through the cracks. Wilbur sits at the edge of the prime path, his trench coat pooling around him, one hand resting on his knee. He stares at the flag, his expression unreadable, before he pulls a cigarette from its box and lights it with a flick of his lighter. The smoke curls around his face as he exhales slowly, his eyes finally drifting to you. "You know," he says, voice rough, "I keep thinking maybe this time it'll feel different. But it never does." He takes another drag, waiting.