#boatem lore

[aggressiveglockenspiel]

okay so.

scar is going to build a lovely spaceship as boatem "are all in need of off world escapes" to get away from the growing moon

from what i can tell from the hermits i watch, their bases are pretty much done, or more or less completed by now

in mumbo's new ep, grian mentioned that he had saved up diamonds in his hourglass for "the whole season"

i'm gonna say that they're going "off world" to a new 1.18 spawn smile

(and that phantom totally killed scar whilst he was talking because they don't want them to leave. and it was very interesting that impulse wasn't there for the meeting at the end...)

[boatem-cult]

A lot of weird things have been happening on the server recently. Boatem- the epicenter of it all. This week it's fake bedrock.

Mumbo sounds the alarm as soon as he finds the Hole filled in and panic quickly takes over. It’s only a moment to realize its fake, saving himself at the last moment from the void. He's confused as he lands on one of the solid sides of Boatem Hole, sure, but now it's an opportunity.

Grian flies over the moment he gets Mumbo's message.

Mumbo cackles as Grian slips through. Laughs turn to screams as he follows him down. He loses his pickaxe in the chaos.

It’s not enough. The void is still hungry. The void needs MORE.

They know the bedrock is fake but they can't figure out how to fix it.

If the bedrock isn't real... then what is? Are they real? Is the Boatem Hole real? What if this is all a- NO no… can't think about that. That's... no.

The existential dread doesn't stop the duo from repeatedly shoving each other onto the fake floor. The void SCREAMING for a sacrifice buzzing in the back of their heads drowning out all other sounds they need to MAKE IT STOP. They can't find a solution but there's one thing they know- the other members of Boatem can figure this out for themselves.

It's night by the time they pull themselves away from the Boatem hole the screams quieting down to a whisper. The phantoms are out in full force- it takes Mumbo a minute of cowering while Grian fights to realize somethings wrong.

     "Is the moon big?"

     "That is... considerably... bigger."

At least they are pretty sure it is. Probably. It's hard to remember how big it was by the time the sun comes back around.

There is a lot of weird stuff going on around the server. They don't know what's real anymore. The bedrock's fake. There are boats everywhere. The moon's big.

The dread is becoming hard to ignore.

     "I need a hug..."

Grian is quick to supply. It isn't enough.

[boatem-cult]

Despite everything, the Boatem village still finds themselves clinging onto their humanity. The void calls for a sacrifice and the cult happily provides... yet they are not quite willing to give themselves. Not yet.

Mumbo builds a failsafe- a quick way out of the Boatem hole.  He shows the rest before the void can stop him he can think better of it. It doesn’t take long for Grian to hijack his work.

Initial tests are conclusive and the real test is ready.  Standing at the edge of the hole, Grian knows its only a matter of time before one of the others hears the call of the void and pushes him in.  Scar proves him right, Pearl supervising. 

The Boatem pole laughs as they try to save themselves. 

The village is too far gone. There is no saving them now.

The rest of the continent can only watch in horror as Grian throws himself repeatedly in the hole, praying redstone will be enough.  It isn’t.

It never was.

The copper hour glass has run out of time. A mountain and crushed dreams left in its wake.  Start the timer once again. There is work to be done.

[aggressiveglockenspiel]

i am literally just so concerned by hermitcraft.

[aggressiveglockenspiel]

i miss boatem

[boatem-cult]

The boatem hole is too small.

It starts like an itch in the back of the mind until it the only thing Grian can think about.

The village can be bigger.  Better.  The hole isn’t big enough.

Gather the village. Bad news- boatem hole is too small.  Good news- Impulse can fix that.

They meet under the boatem pole, in the boatem hole, to make a boatem goal. 

Llamas as sacrificial thrones, Pearl floating above.

The village agrees- its not enough. They need to be bigger. Better. Giga.

The void demands blood. The llamas and head wounds were not enough.  Mumbo and Scar pay the price.

A copper hour glass slowly ticks down on the far end of the village. 

No one knows what it is counting down to but they all know they have to achieve something before time runs out.

Something big.

[boatem-cult]

It's rare the eldritch deities pay any attention to the mortals on the surface, but the Hermits are different. They've always been different. They build colossal monuments and move on as soon as the project is done. Ghost towns in their wake. It comes as a surprise when the Void feels some of the Hermits poking at it not long after their most recent move. They fracture the bedrock, creating a tiny window to the surface. They don't know the bedrock was for their own PROTECTION. They don't know the mistake they've made. The danger they've unleashed. The Void is amused by their antics and the false idol they create above its hole. Boatem lives to see another day, now unknowingly devoted to the eldritch being beneath their feet. Manipulating them is laughably easy.  All it takes is a couple of whispered messages, begging for blood. For a sacrifice. Before long, it is fed more than it has been in a millennia. The other deities notice. Finally seeing that the mortals can be of use to them. The Great Lunar Neighbor is the first to make a move. They approach slowly. It takes the Hermits weeks before they notice how close they get. Hovering over them, watching their every move. Whispers and screams of "Moon's big" echo through the continent. Emergency bunkers and safety plans are quick to be crafted. But not Boatem. No, not the Void's people. They do what they have always done- they form a cult. The Mooners rise over a sleepless night, dragging the man in the desert along with them. And the Moon loves every second of it, enchanted by these little humans who wish to greet them warmly. The Void fumes as it watches from its window, unable to squeeze through the crack Boatem so lovingly carved all those months ago. It hasn't properly eaten since the Moon took over the sky. The regular messages the Void would whisper in its followers’ ears are ignored, passed off as a result of the sleep deprivation they have subjected themselves to. It can do nothing but watch as the Moon grabs at the ground the Hermits walk on, affecting the gravity drastically as time goes on. Everything changes when the Moon pulls that stupid pig from the Void's depths. It’s already so hungry. Why would they DO THAT? It is meant to be a cheeky greeting as the Moon finally arrives, as well as a trick on one of their most devoted followers. But no. No, it's much more than that. It’s the final straw and the Void refuses to keep losing what belongs to it.

[boatem-cult]

Its about sending a message.

Boatem Incorporated needs to constantly be growing and its hard to do that when stuck in your own head. So Grian takes matters into his own hands.

It starts with a floating sign in the skies above his base. If Scar builds above him, that's so much less work for Grian in the long run. Pearl and Impulse follow suit. Giant signs advertising real estate take over the village and yet Scar continues to be indecisive, the Swaggon growing bigger by the day.

Trapping Scar in the Boatem Hole was never part of the plan, but Grian is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Impulse did his job well and the whispers are louder than ever. The larger Boatem Hole demands blood. Its near impossible for Grian to negotiate while he and Scar fight the urge to push the other into the void. Underhanded tactics grow crueler until Scar, with genuine fear in his voice, agrees to build where Grian wants.

An ender pearl for a mountain is a fair trade after all.

The void screams as Scar is freed and Grian is unable to resist. He mines the ground from beneath him, triumphant as Scar falls.

Clarity comes right after and the reality of what he just did hits Grian like a truck. He screams as he jumps into the hole- a futile rescue attempt. The void feeds once again.

The copper dam is rebuilt and the clock is ticking. There is less time now. Less time and more work. Grian doesn't know why he loves his hour glass so much but he knows something must be done by the time the copper oxidizes. Otherwise something bad will happen. Something apocalyptic.