Techno continue walking on the side of the ravine. There was plenty of space, which had been mined out for the members of Pogtopia, the outcasts and the exiled. “You know, we used to have safety railings, but uh.. Wilbur just seemed to really like falling to his death.” Techno said monotonously to the 17-year-old Tommy. Tommy raised a brow and shrugged. As if on que, Wilbur seemed to fall again. At least accidental deaths weren’t canon. Otherwise Wilbur would be dead for good.