The many, many, many versions of Jaune arc

Hog hunt

(Note: Ren and Jaune are switched from my last Dream smp one, so don't be confused. Jaune is techno and Ren is Dream)

Ruby: So, what's next?

View: next we will be revisiting the Dream smp

Yang cocked her head to the side

Yang: Dream smp?

View nodded

View: the Dream smp is the universe which we viewed the election and revolution. There is only one small change for this version however

Ozpin: which is?

View: Ren and Jaune have switched, so Ren has become the manipulator Dream and Jaune has become the anarchist Techoblade

The scene opens on yang, who is oddly enough still alive. She is somehow smoking however, her body blowing with the wind

Yang: what the hell? I thought I died!

View: you did, this is your ghost.

Yang shivered

Yang: well that's not creepy at all

The scene shifts to a town, one built of wood over a giant crater. This is new L'manberg

Ironwood smiled slightly

Ironwood: good, these people were able to move past the destruction of their home and start anew.

Ozpin: I'm glad my other selves actions are being moved past, it's good.

Next is a person standing on a balcony, looking out onto her kingdom. This is blake, president of new L'manberg.

She looks down at the axe in her hand, which reflects herself back towards her, showing her severely scared face.

Blake was taken aback

Blake: me? President?!

Ruby: Yeah! Why are you surprised!

Blake: it's just, I don't know how to lead!

Nora jumped down towards the ninja

Nora: Well I'm sure your great at it!

Blake smiled at their enthusiasm

Ozpin frowned at the screen

Ozpin: it seems I was wrong to think they would just leave their violent past behind them.

In the middle of the town is a giant pole, with a rope attached to an anvil on it. The anvil is being slowly pulled up until it's at the top.

An observer from the side, Tai, looks worriedly at the scene.

Sun: a anvil? Why would they need an anvil on a rope, that's stupid!

Roman: ah I've seen this before, a real medieval way to do it but it works.

Emerald: do inform the rest of us who aren't constantly getting captured as to what you mean, Roman.

Roman rolled his eyes at the little thief's attitude

Roman: can't you see it? Death by crushing, smashed by an anvil traveling at top speeds! It's an execution!

The scene once again shifts to a small modest cottage in the middle of a snowy field. Sitting there with his crown and robes hung up is Jaune arc, writing several letters to an unknown person.

Winter: this part confuses me, he's not a king is correct?

View: Correct.

Winter pointed towards the crown resting on a coat rack