Election
In which you brace for the dawn
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Election day dawned in L'Manburg with a sense of anticipation and tension hanging in the air. The sun cast its golden rays over the nation, illuminating the banners of both Swag2020 and Pog2020 that fluttered in the breeze. The streets were adorned with colorful ribbons and posters, each declaring allegiance to one of the two parties vying for power.
As citizens woke to the dawn of decision, the town square transformed into a bustling hub of activity. Residents adorned in party colors milled about, discussing their final thoughts on the candidates, while campaign volunteers handed out pamphlets and shared last-minute appeals.
The voting booths, adorned with rustic charm, stood in orderly rows. Each booth held the promise of shaping the destiny of L'Manburg for the coming era. Citizens queued patiently, the weight of their choices etched on their faces.
Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo of Pog2020 worked tirelessly to rally their supporters. They traversed the square, shaking hands, sharing words of encouragement, and ensuring that every last voter felt the significance of their role in the election.
On the other side, Quackity and Schlatt of Swag2020 exuded confidence. They orchestrated a synchronized display of swag, organizing impromptu dance-offs and distributing party-themed merchandise to energize their base.
In the heart of the square, a makeshift stage had been erected for the final speeches. As the sun climbed higher, Wilbur stepped up to the podium, his voice carrying the weight of hope and determination."L'Manburg, today is the day we choose our path. Pog2020 is about unity, about embracing the Pog energy that resides in each of us. Let's build a future where everyone has a voice and every voice matters."
Cheers erupted from the Pog2020 supporters, their enthusiasm contagious. As Wilbur stepped down, Schlatt took the stage with Quackity by his side.
"L'Manburg, we stand on the brink of a new era. Swag2020 is about bringing style, charisma, and coolness to our nation. Today, let's vote for a leader who understands the power of swag." Schlatt grinned, he smirked at his opposition, he looked too confident for someone who politically shot himself in the foot when he messed with (Y/N)
The crowd erupted in cheers, Swag2020 supporters showcasing their dance moves and party spirit. The square vibrated with the clash of political fervor.
As the sun reached its zenith, the voting concluded. The square transformed into a hub of eager conversations and speculation. Citizens anxiously awaited the tallying of votes, knowing that the outcome would shape the destiny of L'Manburg.
The air crackled with anticipation as the election officials gathered the ballots. The fate of L'Manburg hung in the balance, and the town square stood as a testament to the democratic spirit that defined this pivotal moment in the nation's history.
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The announcer stood on a makeshift stage in the heart of L'Manburg, his figure silhouetted against the fading light of the day. Dressed in a finely tailored cloak that bore the emblem of impartiality, he carried an air of authority. His greying hair and stern countenance reflected the weight of the announcement he was about to make.
With bated breath, the citizens of L'Manburg gathered in the town square, eyes fixed on the tall figure at the podium. The tension was palpable, the outcome of the election hanging in the balance. The announcer cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the square.
"Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of L'Manburg, after a long day of voting, it is my honor to announce that Pog2020 has emerged victorious!"
A roar of jubilation erupted from the Pog2020 supporters, cheers echoing through the square. Celebrations were underway, banners waving triumphantly in the air.
However, the jubilation was short-lived. Just as the euphoria began to settle, a figure hastily approached the stage, clutching an envelope in hand. Panic flickered across the announcer's face as the late arrival whispered hurriedly in his ear.
**Late Arrival**: "Wait! We made a mistake. Swag2020 actually won the vote!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd as confusion replaced the initial celebration. The announcer, now visibly flustered, tried to regain control of the situation.
**Announcer**: "I apologize for the confusion. It seems there was an error in the initial count. Swag2020 is the true victor."
The atmosphere in the square shifted. Pog2020 supporters exchanged glances of disbelief, while the Swag2020 camp erupted in unexpected triumph. The late arrival retreated into the crowd, leaving behind a lingering tension and a sense of incredulity that hung in the air. The once-clear outcome of the election now obscured by the unforeseen turn of events.
The night draped L'Manburg in shadows as Jschlatt ascended the grand podium, the Swag2020 banners rippling in the breeze. Dressed in a regal crimson robe and donning a triumphant grin, he surveyed the exuberant crowd below, a sea of Swag2020 supporters who eagerly awaited his words. The air buzzed with anticipation as Schlatt adjusted the ornate gold chain around his neck, a symbol of newfound authority.
"L'Manburg, my fellow citizens, tonight marks a turning point! We've claimed victory under the banner of Swag2020, and let me tell you, it's only the beginning." He grinned.
Tommy and Wilbur felt as if they had been hit by a train. There was no possible way they could have lost.
Cheers erupted from the crowd, echoing through the town square.
"Now, let's get down to business. Tubbo, my man, step forward." He smiled.
Tubbo, wearing a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, approached the podium.
"Tubbo, you've proven your loyalty. You're staying on as Secretary of State. Together, we'll forge a new path for Manburg." He smiled, hopefully that would keep the Pog supporters in check.
A roar of approval greeted Tubbo's continued role. Schlatt raised his hand for silence, a knowing glint in his eye.
"And speaking of forging a new path, it's time for a change. From this day forward, L'Manburg shall be known as Manburg. No more taking L's and losses. It's a symbol of our strength and refusal to accept defeat!"
The crowd, caught between confusion and excitement, absorbed the symbolic transformation. Schlatt's gaze turned steely as he addressed the next crucial act.
"As Secretary of State, Tubbo, you'll oversee the establishment of a Manburg security force and military. We're taking control of our destiny and protecting what's rightfully ours!"
The cheers grew louder, but the atmosphere became more charged as Schlatt approached the final, decisive point.
His expression suddenly became dark as if he were about to hammer the last nail in the coffin. "Now, for the matter at hand. Effective immediately, I hereby banish Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit from our great nation."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd, and Schlatt reveled in the tension he had orchestrated.
"Security forces, it's time. Remove them from our territory. We don't need the likes of them in Manburg! Get them!" He screamed.
Tubbo could only watch as his friend were chased out of a nation they had worked so hard to build.
As Schlatt signaled, a group of stern-faced security forces emerged, ready to carry out his orders. The crowd watched in a mix of anticipation and unease as the security forces approached Wilbur and Tommy on the outskirts of the square.
The night was now defined by the echoes of Schlatt's victory speech and the dramatic shifts in Manburg's landscape. The crowd stood divided, caught between the allure of change and the unsettling reality of newfound authority.
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Wilbur and Tommy raced through the dimly lit streets of the newly dubbed Manburg, the weight of defeat heavy in the air. The glow of torchlight flickered against the cobblestone paths, mirroring the uncertainty that now gripped the once vibrant L'Manburg.
"I can't believe it, Tommy. Swag2020 winning, Schlatt in power—it's like a nightmare." Wilbur said in disbelief
"Yeah, and all that talk of security forces and military. Man, it's a whole different place now." Tommy screamed as they tried to dodge the new security of L'Manburg, they were on their heels, luckily for them they had terrible aim.
Their footsteps echoed through the quiet streets as they navigated the maze of buildings. The mood between them was a mix of shock, anger, and sadness. Suddenly, an idea sparked in Wilbur's mind.
"You know what we need, Tommy? We need someone who doesn't play by the rules, someone who can help us take Manburg down." Wilbur's face turned dark, this country they had built it wasn't theirs anymore
"Technoblade." Tommy assured excitedly.
"Exactly. If there's anyone who knows how to dismantle authority, it's Techno. We need to get him on our side." Wilbur grinned
As they continued running, the plan to enlist Technoblade's help took root. The once familiar landmarks of L'Manburg served as a stark backdrop to their urgent conversation.
"But how do we even find Techno? He's always wandering, doing his own thing." Tommy asked.
**Wilbur:** "We have to try, Tommy. He might not care much for politics, but he sure as hell hates oppressive regimes. We just need to show him what's happening in Manburg."
Determined, they sprinted towards the outskirts of the town, where they knew Technoblade often ventured. The darkness of the night seemed to match the uncertainty of their situation.
Their resolve echoed in the quiet streets as they approached the outskirts of Manburg, ready to face the challenges ahead and seek the help of the one person who might tip the scales in their favor.
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The night was awash with the merriment of the election celebrations in Manburg. The once vibrant town square now echoed with the boisterous laughter and cheers of the Swag2020 supporters reveling in their victory. Flags and banners hung proudly, but Tubbo felt a growing sense of unease.
As the crowd succumbed to the celebration, Tubbo seized a moment when the revelers were too absorbed in their jubilation to notice his departure. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, and the distant echoes of Schlatt's victory speech still lingered. Tubbo slipped away from the festivities, his expression bearing the weight of a somber secret.
Tubbo hurried through the quieter streets, seeking the familiar abode of (Y/N). The night was shrouded in shadows, and the glow of torchlight cast flickering patterns on the cobblestone paths. He found her residence nestled among the trees, a comforting haven amidst the chaos.
Tubbo knocked softly, a mixture of urgency and concern etched on his face. (Y/N) opened the door, her expression questioning. "(Y/N), we need to talk." he said hastily.
(Y/N) ushered him inside away from prying eyes and ears, he shared the foreboding news about Schlatt's victory and the looming threat. "Schlatt's won the election, and tomorrow... tomorrow he's planning something. Revenge, he said. I don't know what kind, but it sounded serious. You need to be careful."
The gravity of Tubbo's words hung in the air as he scanned (Y/N)'s face for any sign of understanding. The weight of the information settled in, and Tubbo couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for delivering such ominous news.
"Stay vigilant, (Y/N). I wish I knew more, but he didn't give specifics. I just... I had to warn you." He blurted
"Wilbur and Tommy?" (Y/N) asked.
"Banished," Tubbo said sadly.
"Thank you for warning me, I'll deal with this," she assured as Tubbo walked to the door
With that, Tubbo left (Y/N)'s home, his footsteps carrying a burden of worry. As he disappeared into the night, the celebration in the distance continued, oblivious to the impending threat that lurked in the shadows of Schlatt's revenge.
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The dense canopy of the forest enveloped Technoblade as he wandered through the untouched wilderness, his only company being the whispering winds and the rustling leaves underfoot. It was in this solitude that a wandering trader approached him, bearing a letter sealed with crimson wax—the unmistakable signature of Wilbur. As Techno unfolded the parchment, the words etched on it painted a grim picture of political upheaval and the rise of Schlatt in what was once the independent L'Manburg.
Techno,
Things are bad. Schlatt's taken over, and it's not the same. It's like a dictatorship now, man. We need your help. Meet us on the outskirts in a ravine.
The inked plea resonated within Techno's mind, stirring a mix of conflicting emotions. As he contemplated the situation, the weight of a realization pressed upon him—the mention of (Y/N), who lived near the upheaval.
"(Y/N)... she's nearby. What's happening must be affecting her too." He mumbled to himself
His usually stoic demeanor faltered for a moment as the gravity of the situation sank in. The quiet moments in the forest seemed to amplify the turmoil within him.
"Why bother, Techno? It's not your fight."
"It may not be my fight but blood for the blood god," he smirked. He regretted saying that as the voices began to cheer the mantra.
The voices in his head argued back and forth, mirroring the internal debate that raged within Techno. Yet, a pang of concern for (Y/N) remained at the forefront of his thoughts.
"(Y/N) deserves better. She shouldn't be subjected to a place ruled by corruption. I have to check on her." He mumbled, she was so free spirited that he'd hate to see anything happen to her.
With purpose in his strides, Techno navigated the forest, his thoughts weaving through the tangled branches of worries and determination. The journey toward the outskirts of L'Manburg became more than just a response to Wilbur's call; it transformed into a personal quest to ensure the well-being of someone he cared about, even if from a distance.
As he approached the fringes of the troubled land, the shadows of the trees seemed to echo his internal conflicts. Technoblade steeled himself for the challenges ahead, ready to confront the realities of a changed L'Manburg and to ensure that those he cared about found solace in the midst of chaos.