The PANDORA Project

Obviously, c!wilbur is not cc!wilbur, and the fact that earth exists in the dsp canon is...weird??.

Worse yet, wilbur implies this is his home. The man who complained during the l'manberg's fight for independence turning out to be american himself. It's strange right?

But when you think about it. A minecraft server where Utah exists... that he could call his home..

Just saying, if his father had a server he claimed as his with a friend. An empire he was the heir of.. an empire where Utah exists...

Just imagine instead of Wilbur, previous president and revived terrorist working in a gas station, it would be Emperer Wilbur of Antarctic empire, previous president and revived terrorist working at a gas station.

Finale :) 

that line had me floored like genuinely i can't stop thinking about that i CAN'T. it's just. holy SHIT. it's the conclusion. the thesis statement. the culmination of ctommys trauma, all of it, of the abuse and the abandonment and the neglect, of constantly being told he caused his own pain and constantly being told he deserved it and fighting cdream over and over and losing—

i like being invisible. a non-entity. a shade. incapable of impacting and thus incapable of being impacted. object impermanence—no one thinks about you if they don't even know you're there. the only life tommy sees for himself is one where he isn't an active participant in it. he's been the hero and the protagonist and the central figure for so fucking long and as it turns out, the opposite of being a hero isn't being a villain! no, the opposite of being the hero is not fucking being there at all. being invisible. unapproachable. talking to a man who can never talk back. doing that for months on end.

But its probably there. Sometimes. He didn't pay attention to chat today, but this stream is so much sadder if you think about chat being there.

Because on the bench, everyone was singing My L'manburg.

They have no music, watching the sun set in silence.

And it hurts even more if chat is something like the wind. Or maybe the spirits of L'manburg citizens who died for the country that barely saw the light of day. Or just an echo of the past. Everyone sitting around, singing happily, during one of the few times people felt safe.

Whatever it is, it's singing. Singing the anthem of the country that these boys now represent. They dont talk about it, but the words their brother sang once is softly playing in the background. They have no music.

It's singing a goodbye to a boy who deserves the world, and who is about to give that away to everyone else. A goodbye, hoping maybe he'll realize just how important he is. That he doesn't deserve this ending, if only it could be better.

It's singing comfort to a boy who has lost, and lost, and will lose once more. A boy who will tell the others story, who wanted to go to the moon together. Who would have given the world for them both to live. A boy who will be protected to the end.