The History of The Blub SMP

The Fall of L’Manberg
And so Doomsday has begun, All citizens have evacuated safely across the cold sea, among them was I, Ren Von Takagi. I stood alone in the Battle of Doomsday and was severely injured after the assault on the explosive battery of the anarchist army who have been raining down heavy explosives below L’Manberg. I was rescued by my superiors as we escape the menace of the anarchist, knowing well that L’Manberg has fallen. So it was clear, The anarchists’ won.

The Settlers of Snowchester
It was dark, cold, and dreary, nothing but pure snow. Freezing as it may be, I have to keep it together. Still wearing the army uniform, I feel ashamed for what we have lost. No nation to call home, no home to go back to. As I sleep in a make-shift tent, sleeping cold that night, a letter arrived with my name on it. Who could it possibly be from? O’ Hanz, my dear old friend, how have you been?

The Journey to Oceanopia
I fled from Snowchester and set sailed to Oceanopia, which Hanz fled to after The Red Festival Disaster. He described the place he settled in as a beautiful place, where there was peace at last, away from the reach of tyranny. As soon as I reached our meeting point, I would hear machinery working non-stop, a more nostalgic sign as I remember. We then headed to Hanz’s house where I would settle in for now and built a short dock to tie my boat in. And this was the start of a new beginning.

Theft Do We Tear Apart
It was an ordinary day, I was back from the depths of the mines, Hanz was asleep in his usual spot. I would then start writing on my diary inside the house. Then there was a knock, I approached the door and met a pair of individuals by the name of a river fish and a young boy. Without warning, they forced themselves in as I warn them about trespassing I and Hanz's privacy, but to no extent it was effective. They refer to what they're doing as an "inspection" by the orders of their leader of a place which I have not heard of yet, suspicious as I thought it would be but I had no choice but to yield to their orders. They left after a few moments after rummaging through the house and noticed nothing out of the ordinary, it seemed like a normal inspection to me. Hanz woke up not so late and began his routine, he would cook himself a meal and head down to the mines. But surely, he did notice something out of the ordinary. We were then mad at the fact that we were stolen from, such a shameful act. And so, we swore to get revenge.

The Sword and The Shield
Outraged we are, we pleaded to the mighty leader of Blub Town, Blub Fish, of our misfortune. But even through the mighty leader’s powers, justice was not served. Then came Impavidus, a friend of I and Hanz whom stayed behind in Snowchester, joined in the cause to escape from the chaos caused by the tyranny of the anarchists and their so-called Blood God. We grinded our way through sweat and pain and to find a way to bring those two to dismay. But as I reflected upon recent events, war was not the solution. After experiencing countless battles from revolutions to duels, violence was not the answer. Thus, I began to build a wall grand and high, around the landscape to the beaches that we soon would call Hanzenburg of L'Continentia De Filipinas. To defend the nation from further attacks and keep trespassers off of our backs, to unite under one flag and one nation, and to be recognized for our isolation. A few days past and nothing new other than a few skirmishes but nothing serious. So, we thought it was peace at last but who knew it would go down so fast?

Down with the Tyrant
A knock on the door and a shout so familiar, I went up to the door of The Blue House and met a boy not that old, he was young and was a commoner to our glorious land, yet neither the lord and I will never remember his crimes from the past. Impavidus crept up behind me as we looked at the boy, the boy pleaded to let him in like we did before. We've had enough I and Impavidus both thought, as we raise our swords and stabbed the boy both from the front and back. A silent death we granted him and so it was true, we became what we feared to do but in the name of our country it was justice served at last.

The Great Fire
The land felt silent as I shepherd the sheep, as I color them one by one as the color of the flag, weave I did as many as I could, A banner we carry as a revolutionary would. I rest in my bed as I gaze in the ceiling, "Peace at last" as silence fell and I could feel myself breathing. I wake up the next day with a darkened sky, smoke all around as it grew sky high, I took a bucket and grabbed some water only to see the wood farm on fire. The fire's just begun from what I can see, a dark silhouette behind the smoke is all that I can see, I chased it through the fire and smoke, the feeling that I may choke, it hid in a cave full of water, as the prey has fallen in the hands of the hunter. As I grab my lamp and illuminate the darkness, it was the boy that we killed that set our beloved home on fire. And with the justice's might, I swing my sword in anger and end this poor souls' fight.

Justice and Independence
"We've had enough, we want to be free, down with the tyrannt, leave us be!" we pleaded to the mighty leader of Blub Town, Blub Fish. A meeting will be held the next day, finally the tyrannt shall fall in dismay. As I write our wishes in a form of a declaration, Independence we plead to the mighty leader. As I write a song that will forever carry on in the wind, a flag that will flow like the river to the sea, a declaration I write that my people need. As the founder of our nation settled in this land, it was peaceful and all was in hand, I followed soon and settled down, a fresh holiday vacation from the heavens I found. Yet the brutality and tyranny of our rulers was quite enough, they've stolen from and they've burnt our homes down, we erect a wall to protect ourselves from devastation, to unite under one flag, one nation, I, Ren Von Takagi, declare Independence to our new found country, welcome to L'Continentia De Filipinas.

Chaotic Harmony
In the town of winds and idylls, with it's streets filled with life, as the townspeople and guards walk along the streets of Hanzenburg, there was little to no trouble, but rather peace throughout Hanzenburg, L'Continentia. O' the twilight serenity of the moon as it shines it's light upon the dark whistling woods, as darkness lurks in its shadows, a path of light shines to guide thee whom are lost in the night, as the streetlights illuminate the dark and ward off the evil presence of hostility. Tis was a bustling afternoon in Hanzenburg, as dusk approaches, the shining beacon of the east, it would seem that a new nation has formed. But not too soon it fell. As it dissolves into faction that serves under her illuminated Goddess, Oceania, to attone for their sins. But not one supports the crusaders anymore for they to yearned control over nations and not for thy mission given by their past grandmaster, and so they to dissolve to nothing but a small trace in the wind. And tis it was all repeat of a windborne hymn as another day in L'Continentia has begun.

The Threat to Unify
As I gaze upon a moonlike smile, a sinister mist I see, upon the horizon I saw a shining light, what does this remind me? The battle horn of a different faction I hear from the distance, dark creatures that pillage villages without mercy, have dared to challenge the great nation. We then hurry to defend the trade hall from the upcoming slaughter, knowing well that we will be victorious no matter what. Meanwhile ashes fell from the sky, what does this remind me of? As we slaughter the invaders one by one, wave by wave, we were then victorious. The villagers cheered us on and we were heroes, but ashes fell more. This reminds me of a great fire that once happened, the one thing that sparked our revolution against tyranny, but where is this ash coming from? For the source is nowhere near my country. Then I remember that shining light from afar, and then I saw it. How has the tyranny reached this far? Why invade this peaceful land? And thus, we separate from our fragile fantasy, the reality we know, peace was never an option. In this vortex of legends, what shall happen next?

The Last Wisp of Wind
There was a rhythm from ancient times, where endless echoes would shout your name, where reality intrigues against all odds with the perpetual motion of wind. “You made it, finally…” “Care to tell where you mean next time? I looked everywhere. So. Did you at least manage to secure your iron trade?” “Mhm! Well, sort of… We did make a trade deal with the Suwen Trade Guild… when actually, Hanz had other plans and utilized a nearby iron deposit. Ah, this takes me back.” “The first time I saw this view, I was just an ordinary fellow.” “…What?” “It was about a few years ago, before the world I knew it had come under what I knew at first was the rule of Anarchy. At that time, L’Manberg was ruled by tyrants, who were selfish, corrupt, and traitorous. Even I can’t handle it anymore, but I kept on fighting.” “L’Manberg? Oh, isn’t that the nation that was blown into oblivion, right? You mentioned it before.” “Mhm, That’s L’Manberg alright. A nation which I once called home. Back then, I was but one of the citizenries within the nation. I wasn’t a political figure – I didn’t even have a role to play… I was nothing more than an ordinary citizen within the city, a person within the workforce, a spectator, a peasant…” “An ordinary citizen? Spectator? Peasant? That doesn’t fit your description at all.” “Mhm. Just like any other normal human being. My current self is nothing like what I used to be.” I told my story to the boy with a ballad of my own… “So then what? What happened to your friend?” “Say, do you really want to hear the rest of the story?” “Sigh. I’d rather not at this point. It all leads to the same results as far as I’m told.” “Ah… You know, you’re almighty and all and it makes me uncomfortable sometimes… But then, maybe it’s for the better. As two friends, two allies, can tell what the other is thinking of at times like these. A clear night sky, a gentle breeze, a drink or two and maybe a bottle or more, moments like these are to be remembered. Remembered… as it lasts.”

Mirage of Balance
Dwelling in the past this young boy was, reminiscing the journey of hope, thy forsaken child of ancient times past, how long do you think will you be free? Other nations have fallen into despair, how was it all so fair? How was it fair to you? How was it fair to me? Look into my eyes and see, the traitorous bastard that you were meant to be… Everyone has their secrets they do not wish to share. What really was the purpose of creating a nation or was it your own personal affair? Who’s behind those closed doors? What really lies beneath those wooden floors? Just who are you exactly? What is your true goal in these lands? So many questions, yet so little answers…