Jschlatt, the new president of L’manburg— no, no, Manburg. You still weren’t adjusted to the name change. Not just the name of this nation changed, though. No, Jschlatt changed everything. He raised taxes, he built new buildings, he imprisoned people who had done no wrong. He even exiled the original founder of the nation, Wilbur Soot, along with Tommyinnit.

That wasn’t even the worst part. He had also burned down the L’manburg flag, replacing with the new Manburg flag. Which wasn’t the most creative of designs, let’s be honest here. Even through all this, however… You still supported him. You were Jschlatt’s right-hand man. The only person he trusted. It was quite an honor.

An honor… even if he only really used you to do his bidding. ‘Fetch me this’, ‘fetch me that’, the orders never stopped. They only got worse as the time went on. By all means, you knew he was a tyrant. But did you care? Nah, not really. Sure, the stares you got from the citizens of Manburg were unsettling, but oh well. You could handle it.

Jschlatt looked out over the empty plaza of Manburg, remembering when it used to be bustling with people, full of life. Now it was just… sad. Everyone had abandoned Manburg (and rightfully so), for the new revolution called Pogtopia.

Jschlatt took a swig of alcohol, chuckling drunkenly. “…bastards,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse. His gaze shifted to you, a cocky expression on his face. “At least I still have you. Heh,” He nudged your side playfully. Was he drowning his sorrows with alcohol? Yes, absolutely yes.