#dec 12 2022

[berlinini]

"There’s been a long time in my career where I felt like I was swimming against the tide"

12.12.2022

[youre-so-captivating]

No cuz now I'm just upset. 7x10 I hate u. 7x10 ur one of my favs this season but thats no excuse. Im gonna be butthurt for days now.

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

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It wasn't known by the Hermits, at least not very well known, but everytime someone joined the server a copy would be made.

It was some odd quirk of code, an old addition that didn't know what to do then broke down. It formed its own home, mistyped and rushed code that resulted in a merge of the three dimensions.

Splintered islands that went on forever. Nether wrapping around itself like uncomfortable tunnels. The Overworld's trees were gnarled and starved.

Grian's Hels copy didn't have a name, he didn't even have an identity, he was simply blank.

Which was a mix of funny, odd, and even sad. He'd been there for years, started the same process all creatures of Hels went through, then suddenly stopped.

He guessed it was almost fitting, his hermit was so many things so it simply made sense for him to be so few things. Grian was what he wanted to be, a true person. A true being.

He'd heard it wasn't normal to want to be someone else, the usual sentiment was to be a trickster and trade places, but he wasn't normal. Or maybe they were lying, he could never tell.

Blank eyes looked out of the world, being a copy of Grian meant that he'd been a Watcher. Able to look upon the world in ways others couldn't. Able to see into his copy's eyes and see them return his stare.

Grian knew of Hels before others did, his copy had a tendency to stare through into him. See from his own eyes. It was more than just a little uncomfortable.

But unlike his Hels, he knew why the creature remained unfinished. The Watchers didn't want their special little boy to be copy and pasted.

No, a few of them were obsessive and aggressive. If another existed then the whole universe might as well end. Grian didn't blame them, he'd already made a copy of himself that wasn't good.

Which led him to wonder who NPG was, why had he been created if a Hels already existed? Sure there was EX and Waspsuma, one a creation and another a Hels copy, but Waspsuma was fully formed while he still has no name.

He could name himself, but nothing for. He wasn't a full being, he had no limbs. He had no code. He simply existed.

Grian had grown tired of the endless silent thoughts and how fuzzy half-developed eyes looked at him, sometimes he felt like gouging out his own might just work.

[maraczeks]

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