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Wilbur was not a man of substance, but rather ideology and persistence. When people think Wilbur, they used to think he was a vicious yet kind leader, the memories of him dance in my head. He was true to those words. Who he was at Pogtopia wasn’t the same as when I met him. It is only now that I've realized L'Manberg was never about freedom. It was about fighting and the thrill of conflict. It was about facing an oppressor, only to become what we sought to destroy. Maybe that's why L'Manberg was blown up twice. Maybe those who caused Doomsday saw a different piece of history. Wilbur wanted justice for all, but he didn't want freedom. Sure, he played into the ideas of independence from the SMP, but that was never his intent. He just wanted to stir up trouble. It was only halfway through the war that Wilbur realized he had something to fight for. Something to believe in. Once that was taken away from him during our exile, he had lost his purpose, and went mad trying to replicate it with Pogtopia.
- Tommy
