Thump- Thump- Thump-

That- was the sound of the Timber Wolf Pack sprinting in the forest. It was late evening, after all. They were likely- as Apex Predators- on the hunt. The moon was out and upon them.

On a Posterboard, two new posters had been plastered on;

WANTED: Tommyinnt

WANTED: Wilbur Soot. Both for “Crimes” against Manburg. If sighted, contact Vice President of Manburg, Quackity. Do not attempt to approach them.

The two had been exiled after Jschlatt had been made the new President of Manburg. After the dreaded election… it hadn’t been good for ANYONE.

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Meanwhile

Some miles of block radius away, dipping below the treeline, underground- about 100 blocks under surface level- awaited huge, stable caverns.

That- was Pogtopia. It had been made in secret. Away from the prying eyes of Manburg and DreamSMP Factions. The sounds of swords clashing could be heard, indicating training.

TOMMY: “Huff- huff Hey- I was close that time, Big Dre!”