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Hermitcraft Recap presents: The Granrooms
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actual brother behaviour oh my god💀
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there’s been so many amazing moments during the Hermitcraft charity livestream day but this is one of my favourites. Skizz’s horse just died and Grian gets him to try a jaffa cake for the first time. seeing these two interacting IRL is so emotional and wholesome 😭
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semi historically accurate king Ren and knight Martyn for @akuroshi1 . pozdrawiam
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kinda bonkers how the first thing ren gave martyn was a stone axe
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From Gem's stream today, at around 1hour30minute mark
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is this entertaining?
<Join Game?>
The text on his communicator is odd–Mumbo can’t remember the last time he had been asked to join a server, not since Xisuma had sent him the invitation to Hermitcraft. Ever since, season hops had been done differently, with Xisuma sending the server address privately so that Mumbo could join on his own time. Nothing else about the day seemed off–the sun shone brightly overhead, with the ancient monument casting shadows over half his shulker boxes. The vines growing over it seemed to have gotten twice as long overnight, which Mumbo personally felt added to the atmosphere of his base.
Then again, that didn’t really matter now, did it? Season seven was coming to a close, and most hermits had already headed offworld to visit private servers, other friends, or just explore. The ones left were simply wrapping up, preparing for the move to season eight. Grian hadn’t left yet–Mumbo was sure he’d stop by later to check in first.
Except–
<Grian left the game>
Mumbo frowns, his eyebrows creasing. Surely Grian hadn’t just left?
<GoodtimewithScar left the game>
<Etho left the game>
<Bdoubleo100 left the game>
That…that was odd. For a fraction of a second, Mumbo glances down at the glowing purple text still taunting him on his communicator and wonders.
And then he tucks it away with a shrug. Whatever the invite, he had no idea what it was, so maybe he’d ask X about it later. Or something.
The others would be back soon anyway.
They would.
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<Join Game?>
Oh, hell. Mumbo stares down at the purple text, not nearly as confused as he had been last time.
Season eight was underway, with the Boatem crew growing closer and closer. Mumbo had found out fairly quickly what the glowing text meant when Impulse, Grian, and Scar had seemed distant, only for Grian to come flying into his bedroom late one night in tears.
“A game…” Grian had whispered, face tucked away into Mumbo’s chest. In the moment, Mumbo’s face was a mixture of bafflement and concern for his friend, but as Grian had whispered out his actions, whispered out the alliances and deaths and kills, he’d started to understand.
Now, Mumbo stands, gazing down at it. Easy decision. Not pressing that join button. And he was quite sure nobody else would press it either, not following the aftermath of the first game.
But then again, Mumbo should have known Grian couldn’t ever turn down a chance to press a button.
He should have known that to some it was only ever a game to some, should have known that it had never been a game to others, should have known there was unfinished business drawn in the sands of a desert he’d never been to.
<Etho left the game>
<Bdoubleo100 left the game>
<ImpulseSV left the game>
<Grian left the game>
<GoodtimewithScar left the game>
<PearlescentMoon left the game>
<Renthedog left the game>
<Tango left the game>
<ZombieCleo left the game>
“Seriously?” Mumbo feels lightheaded, watching the chat fill almost instantly. “Whatever for?”
The other hermits are talking, wondering and worried. Mumbo should join them, chime in with what he knows.
Instead he does what might quite possibly be just his dumbest decision he’s ever made, and that’s saying a lot.
<MumboJumbo joined the game>
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<Join Game?>
“We can still be friends, Mumbo!” Grian’s crazed smile doesn’t slip from his face as he stalks forward, pickaxe clutched in his hand so tightly Mumbo can see it shaking. “There’s a way we can still be together!”
That text shouldn’t be there. He’d disabled any and all chat messages from his comm the moment he’d arrived on the singleplayer world he’d found.
He’s alone, he’s on a world right at the edge of the universe, somewhere caught between the past worlds and ones not yet created. There’s experimental elements, plants Mumbo is sure shouldn’t exist in the overworld or any realm, combined with elements that he’s also sure disappeared many, many servers ago. The world itself is unstable, and it’s perfect. Nobody would think to look for him here, and in this way, Mumbo can have his much needed solitude.
He’d reassured Grian it had nothing to do with Last Life.
It didn’t. That was months ago, after all! Months! And they’d been on season nine for weeks! Moon crash and all that aside, he was quite alright, he just needed a break.
And it had absolutely nothing to do with Last Life.
Definitely.
So when he takes his communicator and tucks it into a shulker with shaking hands, before deciding to explore the opposite side of the world instead of even thinking about clicking that damned Join Game? button…it’s only because of his interest in the experimental elements.
He wonders how many of them went back this time.
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<Join Game?>
“No thanks, I’m good mate!” Mumbo shakes his head, already turning back to the flooring of his definitely full vault.
(Although…)
“No, no,” Mumbo keeps his hands away from his communicator. He knows at this point nearly everyone will go back, having heard about it from Grian and the others when he’d come back from his break. Honestly, he still doesn’t get it. Out of everything they could be doing, between base work and pranks, he can’t imagine why everyone consistently chooses to go back. It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe he ought to ask someone other than Grian, since his friend seemed to enjoy them in some sort of sick, twisted way–almost as if the red life in him had never fully left after enough times.
But not this time.
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<Join Game?>
One more time. He just wants to understand.
And maybe…maybe he missed using those end crystals more than he’d like to admit.
<MumboJumbo joined the game>
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this is an addition to this fic!
#god the secret life discovery in hermbi was legendary#everyone watching namemc and impulse's utter incapability of lying#also lmao nearly rb'd that on main
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i read a wonderful little sickfic that had phantom!etho in it, and despite never even considering the concept before i now can't stop abt etho phantom mechanics and him just being silly with it <3
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theres something so funny to me when hermits are talking about redstone and theyre like "and then theres an etho hopper clock here-"
like. of course they use etho hopper clocks, itd be weirder if they actively avoided using it, considering its like. a redstone thingy that is very useful and still works even after all this time, and from what i understand it was like. a pretty big deal in terms of useful things you could do with redstone back when he first made it because it opened up ways to do even more things with redstone
and like for the most part theyve probably been referring to that particular thing as an etho hopper clock for longer than theyve even known etho personally, considering the etho hopper clock predates his joining hermitcraft by at least 1-2 years, and several of the other hermits joining hermitcraft by even more. so of course they still call it that
on a related note, most of them likely had at least heard of etho before meeting him, even if they didnt personally watch him (tho i know some did) since he was an old school minecraft youtuber. like his original season 1 of "lets play minecraft" started when minecraft was so new it hadnt been officially released yet. literally back in minecraft alpha. he was a minecraft youtuber OG
so with those two points taken into consideration it completely makes sense that "etho hopper clock" is something ingrained into the terminology of anyone that does stuff with redstone somewhat regularly. theres no reason it wouldnt be
but when you put it into contrast with like. their actual interactions with etho. it kind of cracks me up???
its like. in my head the vibes are this: imagine building something and being like "okay guys, for this machine we need to use an archimedes screw, which is named of course after its inventor archimedes, a man so genius that to this day he is regarded as one of the most brilliant inventors and mathematicians to ever walk this earth" and then like thirty minutes later you go to a restaurant and you see archimedes, of classic antiquity fame, trying to eat a sandwich but the ingredients keep falling out in increasingly comedic manners. so you of course call him pathetic to his face, and then ask if he wants to try out your new totally-not-a-scam product that you carry on you at all times for opportunities like these. and for some reason he doesnt just say yes, but buys two
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Hermitcraft / Life series funnies
I made these at 3:24am this morning (not the original posts of course). I hope you enjoy :333
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