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Dear Angel of Death, Dad,
I hate you.
I hate you for what you did to Tommy. You looked after Techno more than you did him. I hate you for what you did to Mum, the one who you married and who raised me. You put her through all that grief, and for what? I hate you for what you did to Techno, putting him through all that pain with the voices and the training. I hate what you did to me, pushing me aside to work on other ‘important things’.
Training Techno instead of helping me with homework. Flying around with Tommy instead of teaching me how to do basic shit. Working on monuments for dead gods while I fought and prayed on a floating hell to spare all that I had.
You probably won’t get this letter, so why bother, right? This doesn’t matter, I don’t matter, you don’t matter. Nothing matters. It feels nice to talk to you though, even if you’re not seeing this, it feels like you are. Maybe I’m going insane. Haha.
I was thinking about killing Tommy in his sleep going on a trip back to your world, but I heard that you moved onto another one. The great Philza Minecraft, leaving a world due to a bad spawn. Pitiful. You used to be such a great man, what happened?
Was it the stress from training Techno? Was it having to take care of Tommy by yourself? Was it the voices?
Is that why you cheated on Mum?
Anyways, I wanted to update you on Vienna. I took your advice, but it didn’t work, of course it didn’t work! It was the same thing you used on me and Toms, wonder why we’re so screwed in the head? and she ended up crying. Who knew babies were such hard work? I wonder how you did it, taking care of me and Toms, while training Tech at the same time. Mum was a huge help, I suppose. Speaking of Mum, tell her that I said hello!
During our travels, Tommy and I created a country! It’s called L’Manberg, and it’s in a server called the Dream SMP. Dream, the owner, is a bit of a wanker, but he’s good company. He reminds me of you. I held an election after we gained independence, but Tommy and I lost against Schlatt. I’m going to have his hide when I’m through with him. I’ll use it as a carpet. Your probably don’t remember, but you know that ram-hybrid that got his horns stuck on that tree in SMP Earth? That’s Schlatt!
Tommy and I had to leave L’Manberg, and we created another nation called Pogtopia. It’s in a ravine, and it’s a bit dank, but it’s alright. It’s hell. Reminds me home. Techno’s here, as you probably heard. He told me that some of your ravens came with him, but got lost along the way. I saw one of them. I killed it. It felt nice to rip its’s wings off its’ body. I’m using one it’s feathers to write you this letter. Funny, isn’t it? Anyways, I heard that you were visiting soon, and I’m excited to see you! No I’m not. If anything, I want to never see you again. Out of my life, y’know?
Sincerely,
Your son.
Your enemy.
The one you’re going to kill.
I hate you.
Wilbur Soot.
Found in the hands of Wilbur Minecraft Soot, founder of L’Manberg, after his death. Soot was a musician, politician, and even a drug dealer. He is often regarded as one of the, if not the most important figure in the history of this SMP.
As someone who’s worked with Soot before, I can only describe him as charismatic. He could charm anyone, his words flowing sweet like honey. A poet and a politician in every sense. He wasn’t much of a warrior, but made it up with the use of his words. “The pen is my sword,” he told me once, “and the paper is my shield. I’m the most powerful man on the battlefield, able to cheer on my comrades, degrade my enemies, and sway people like the tides say the moon.”
Soot was a great man until his eventual downfall and spiral into insanity, which lead him to destroy the nation he founded, L’Manberg, with TNT. We remember him as a founder, a leader, and a traitor.
-King Eret, Museum Curator.