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i'm asher, they/he but do what you want pronoun-wise. l'manbergian vet. don't talk to me about soot.
dream supporters dni i'm done playing games with you all.
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(( Hi! My name is Zelie and this is a roleplay blog in the same continuity as a few friends' blogs. Asks welcome from all.
Currently set post Doomsday))
so who was going to tell me the ex-president was raised by the angel of death. two of three ex-presidents raised by the angel of death. thats too many presidents raised by death.
is there something wrong with death having a trophy husband with an adoption problem?
hows it feel to have failed us so badly we couldnt even rebuild
oh so sorry i didnt want to rebuild a crater that touched bedrock after my dads literally threatened to destroy it AGAIN. not my fault they have a grudge against governments
what, you think we thought it would be easy? you people always fucking forget the rest of us. it's just you, tommy, dream, and your dads, isn't it? no reason to think about all the people who fought and died for it. who cut down the logs we built the stilts on, who dredged the gunpowder out of the crater, who couldnt do anything but run when the sky exploded.
this was never fucking about government. this is just fucking pettiness.
so who was going to tell me the ex-president was raised by the angel of death. two of three ex-presidents raised by the angel of death. thats too many presidents raised by death.
is there something wrong with death having a trophy husband with an adoption problem?
hows it feel to have failed us so badly we couldnt even rebuild
Hey. Pssst. Even worse information: Schlatt is Tubbo's bio dad as far as we're aware.
well yeah thats not news
so who was going to tell me the ex-president was raised by the angel of death. two of three ex-presidents raised by the angel of death. thats too many presidents raised by death.
I love the concept of exile. like dude just get out
yeah you fucking would wouldnt you
i think all the country leaders on this server should just play risk and whoever wins gets to do whatever they want
yeah why not. cant be worse than whatever's going on here
oh no this cant possibly end well
Fallen warriors, gone too soon: The best, the brave—bold and bright. Like a comet thrust from the skies On a late-summertime night. Men who'd taken up the cause— Giving no less than their all. Thirty-one brilliant, eager minds For whom we silently pause.
In behalf of the motherland, They've paid the ultimate price. We acknowledge now their families In memories of their sacrifice. And of their story, time will tell. For they shall be remembered well.
Walterran Sally, "A Fallen-Soldier's Sonnet"
Can you explain how you’re still proud to be L’Manburgian despite everything? Isn’t it painful to love something that keeps getting destroyed?
until the day we stop breathing. that is when l'manberg has fallen. he can destroy the walls, he can slaughter our friends, our family, but until the day we stop breathing and the moment we let go of that dream we have of a self-emancipated nation, that is when he has won.
its not destroyed until all of us are broken. and im still fucking here. still breathing still believing.
I will never mentally shut up about how L'manberg was made in protest to brutality done by Sapnap and co, standing in defiance of someone in more armor and resources then tommy and wilbur had ever seen and them going "no, that doesnt mean you get to make the rules we're not doing anything wrong, you don't get to say we are just because you're stronger" and how they held onto that point until the very strongest in the land looked at this country of no armor and attempts at peace and went "how dare they not be as strong as us yet try and be equal to us and say that we were wrong for what we did to them" and bombed them to fucking bedrock, and even THEN when the physical L'manberg broke, as long as Tommy was there, as long as Tommy was fighting, L'manberg never truly died.
Tommy kept saying "no, i was wronged, i don't care that you're stronger then me, you still wronged me." Perhaps over time, the sentiment grew more bitter, but to the very end Tommy stood for L'manberg and stood for equality amongst players and factions, said "no you don't get to always win" Like I'm a L'manberg defender to my dying breath, you can't change my mind on that ever.
happy fucking. whatever im drunk.
y'know. tommys not as bad as people make him out. i mean he's a prick but being a prick's pretty mild here. he was loyal. he was a shit vp but that's what you get when you choose from server players. he was a decent neighbour and a good firing mate.
fuck the controversy.
and you know what ill say something nice about tubbo today. he always did what he thought was best for the country. wasn't always right, but he always wanted the best. best president we ever had, somehow.
prime. woke up with the sun in my eyes today and thought i was seeing the canals.
there's a world where this didn't happen, y'know. where lmb's just another country on the map.
kinda wish i could see it
Fallen warriors, gone too soon: The best, the brave—bold and bright. Like a comet thrust from the skies On a late-summertime night. Men who'd taken up the cause— Giving no less than their all. Thirty-one brilliant, eager minds For whom we silently pause.
In behalf of the motherland, They've paid the ultimate price. We acknowledge now their families In memories of their sacrifice. And of their story, time will tell. For they shall be remembered well.
Walterran Sally, "A Fallen-Soldier's Sonnet"
hey if youre doing recovery work around the crater be careful. theres a couple of unexploded bombs somehow. also the ground hates you
sentinels usually refer to village sentinels. the mechanical ones were substituted for more... organic ones a long time ago. they're calling him nothing but a weapon meant to protect someone. human sentinels have been out of practice for a while, however, and most of the methods died with them.
huh. neat.
poor kid.
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