Chapter 1: Boundless
No, I don't own anything form hermitcraft or diary of an 8 bit warrior or ANYTHING ELSE
Scar, the mayor of hermitcraft sat in the HEP tower, thinking about his next move. The mycelium resistance stole the mycelium for there moo pop factory, and they where going to cover the shopping district in mycelium. How can he prevent this? The only option was to find the base, but where can it be? He searched everywhere underground, even built the death ray and drill underground, but came up empty handed. Then something came to mind. There was a little shop built on the outskirts of the island, a red stone shop by the genius himself, mumbo jumbo. Scar wondered if he had any red stone that can help him?
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Grian was depressed. Sure, he managed to accidentally find the mycelium in the moo pop factory. But that doesn't mean much if most of it blew up. He only has a few stacks of mycelium to show for the raid. And now that scar was partners with mumbo jumbo, what can he do? He probably has a super drill that can mine threw the entire shopping district. What can he do?
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The mayor looked past the wall, into the forest. How long until Runt and Breeze and the other irrelevant kids come back from their rip off Harry Potter school? He looked towards the forest. How long until the war between villager and mob ends. But then he looked to the ocean. Towards hermit land. When will he ever get his land back? It shouldn't be long now.
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"A piece of their DNA. Hmmm… that would require some grave robbing. The will of one strong… let's take breeze. She's fodder anyways." The man in the creeper costume said. "But we will need more. The will acts like a magnet for the soul, if we split the will only so much of the soul will return. The cryonics will lose out on there magma stars and end end cubes." The zombie in the gold complained. "But your forgetting if the cryonic does the ritual again, it can gain its stars back" the tiny endermite reminded them. "But shouldn't we be worried about hermit town? They have grown quite powerful" exclaimed the wither skeleton. "No need to worry, they are only powerful near there beacons. They will never get a magma star, they struggle with a single wither! We are far to powerful for either the hermits or the villagers to retaliate against us!" Laughed Urf. This was met with silence. The air in the room was quite tense. All of these guys where former servants combining there power to revive there former master via the reanimation ritual, but nobody knows what will happen after that. It could be all out war. The gang left for rip off hog warts to take breeze.
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God, I am so done with these guys! This was the third time grian put my hand in warm water, and recorded it! Will this guy never get satisfied? And mumbo jumbo put redstone in my coffee! And scar put a creeper in my closet! Iskall85 was thinking all of this as he made his way back to his base, a giant tree in the jungle. But not just any giant tree, a tree hundreds of times bigger than all the other trees surrounding his. Right as he walked into his door, his foot hit a pressure plate and a stone block smacked him in the face and he fell over. A dispenser hidden in the ground clicked and sent a paper into his inventory. Iskal took it and read, "you are a… bat farmer!" Iskall85 stared at the paper in shock. Never in his life has something so horrible happened. Not even the time grain tapped him to ethos roof above his bed and was stuck there for 6 days. Not even the time scar burned down giant tree, twice! But a bat farmer? Mumbo has taken this to far. Iskal felt worthless. Meaningless. What's the point of even farming bats?! He decided to end it all. That's probably the best way to get back at them anyways. He stood in front of a dispenser, filled with lava ready, to leave this world. But before he could pull the lever, he blacked out. Iskall85 woke up in a plains biome. There was no life around for as far as he could see expect for grass and colourful flowers.
Until a being meterlized behind him.
Iskall85 fell over trying to look at it. It was multiple times taller than his tree. It didn't really have notable features. It was just a humanoid being, made of grey flesh. Twisted, grey flesh all over its body. No face, no hair. That's all, towering over Iskall85, standing perfectly still. But for some reason he didn't feel afraid, even though he wanted to be. His body felt heavy, to lazy to even get up. You don't need to cut it loose. I can sense the potential in you. In your philosophy But most importantly, in your skills of PVP. Will you let me help you, Iskall85? The being didn't say anything, it had no mouth to speak with anyways. It just stood there. But it was all in Iskall85s head, and somehow he could tell the voice that said that in his head wasn't his own.
He didn't have to say anything.
The being knew his answer.
After he woke back up in front of the dispenser, he lowered his hand away form the lever.
He felt boundless.