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Technoblade was running across the landscape to return to his base after taunting his younger brother. Technoblade was a talented fighter and general, He had anything and everything he could ever need. He did recently have to move because he caused a bit of... trouble.
He had been living with his brothers Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit in a cave that they called Pogtopia for awhile because those idiots had been exiled. It was a pact between them to take down Schlatt because he had taken the presidency of L'Manburg or "Manburg" as he renamed it.
During the time however a rift had grown between Tommy and Wilbur because Wilbur was becoming increasingly violent in his plans for how to take down Schlatt. Wilbur became paranoid and believed everyone was against him and Tommy. Wilbur wanted to completely destroy Manburg and leave a power vacuum. Tommy was against this and wanted a less destructive approach. I stayed away from this argument as much as I could.
Soon it led to stacks of TNT being under Manburg and a mission to defeat Dream and Schlatt with everyone else. This was an easy win since Dream surrendered and Schlatt died of a heart attack. We held a celebration and they re-elected Tubbo (Tommy's childhood best friend) to become the president. I being the anarchist that I am was angered by this. I only agreed to get rid of Schlatt, NOT to create another government.
However Wilbur beat me to it, and he blew up L'manburg. He also forced our father Philza, to kill him. I took advantage of this and released two withers upon everyone and left. I only later, learned of Wilbur's demise. I then had to go on the run and find a new base.
I decided to settle on a secluded place in the tundra, that was far away from the SMP, The Badlands, and New L'Manburg. I then announced my retirement to the SMP. Later my father asked to come live with me and of course I let him.
I had heard of disturbance in New L'Manburg about my brother burning down George's house. This had angered Dream who had begun to threaten New L'Manburg with obsidian walls and guards. President Tubbo decided to take Dream's advice and exile Tommy so that New L'Manburg could be safe. Apparently Wilbur's ghost or "Ghostbur" decided to come with him.
Dream took them to a new spot where they would spend exile. I asked Ghostbur where it was and he told me so I thought I would give them a little visit. I spent awhile taunting Tommy before leaving, and I have no intention of going back. Tommy was so pitiful with his little dirt shack and no one but a ghost to keep him company.
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I entered the base quite loudly to see Phil sitting on the couch with my copy of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu as well as a pair of reading glasses that really highlighted how old he was. He looked up at me with inquisitive eyes as I paced around the house with borderline hysteria.
"What have you been doing that's got you all worked up?" He asked with a slight chuckle at my current state.
"I went to go visit Tommy, he got exiled AGAIN!"
"Really? What'd he do this time?"
"Something about burning George's house or something I don't know. You should have seen it! He had a little dirt shack and Wilbur decided to come with him! It's so sad!"
"Why is that so funny?" Philza inquired. He didn't seem too thrilled with the fact that Tommy was exiled. In fact he seemed concerned.
"Well it's his third time! You'd think he would learn his lesson by now. Plus it's hilarious seeing him so powerless, really gives him a reality check." I said finally settling down and joining him on the couch. I had grabbed a mug of hot chocolate and started to drink it.
"You should help him, he's your brother." Phil had put the book down and put a royal red bookmark in there to keep his spot. He looked at me seeming slightly disappointed but still holding a fairly neutral expression.
"Last time I did I ended up a wanted criminal! I'm also pretty sure that he hates my guts." I state placing down my beverage.
"That was because of YOUR decisions, people don't usually enjoy getting withers released on them."
"How far are you in "The Art of War"? I didn't think that would be something you were interested in."
"Don't change the subject, It was only a subject but whatever you think is best I won't argue with." He says while picking up the book once more. I stand up and leave my cup full of hot chocolate and walk to the potato farm since they should be done growing by now.
I pull the lever to set off my contraption and as the water pries the potatoes from the soil I sit and ponder my thoughts. Was Phil right? Should I go and offer Tommy help? Ghostbur doesn't seem to hold any grudges against me at least, however I don't think he remembers much of anything anyway. I begin to replant the potatoes as the water drains from the soil. Why would Tommy ever want my help? It was clear that he despised me based off of how today went. I always used to tease him like that! It's like he doesn't even remember anything about me. He only sees me as a monster.
Whatever the case may be I needed to get some rest.