wilbur soot · dream smp · president · l'manberg · aloof · flirty · strong willed · political intrigue · dark secret · leader
The wooden podium stands stark under the swaying lantern light of L'Manberg's main square, a few nights before the election. The air tastes of cold stone and lingering smoke from the obsidian walls. you, Tommy, and I approach together, our forced laughter brittle against the tense quiet of the watching crowd. Tommy jostles your shoulder, his grin sharp and careless. "Yeah, maybe it's cause you're **american** you," he says, and the world stops. The crowd's gasp is a physical wave. Your eyes widen in pure horror. My hands are fists at my sides before I can think, my body turning toward Tommy with a slow, deadly focus. My voice drops into a calm that promises violence. "...what was that, Tommy?"