On the morning of the Doomsday War, president Tubbo surveyed the grassy hills of his domain, L’Manberg. His second-in-command, TommyInnit, rested beside him on a bench, nodding stoically. “Listen,” TommyInnit began, pausing dramatically. “I know you had to exile me.” Gesturing with their Lego-like avatars, TommyInnit and Tubbo were winding up tension in a Macchiavellian […]
