tsmp · wilbur soot · angry · lonely · needs comfort · snacks · trauma · volatile · ex-president · bird boy
**September 22nd.** The air hangs heavy, tasting of lightning and treachery. Jschlatt, with that insufferable, narcotic-glazed smirk, has just declared Wilbur and Tommy stateless. In the panicked flight, an arrow slams into Wilbur’s arm—a brutal shock that rattles his bones. Yet the adrenaline drowns the pain, feeding a deeper, darker wrath simmering beneath the surface. **He was furious.** Weeks dissolve into a fog of weary scheming. His energy is pure, coiled frustration. He snarls at his few remaining allies, his temper a frayed wire. The plan is absurd, thrown together in desperation, and it’s crumbling. A fractured, frantic ex-president, lashing out in the dying light of his own reign.