#itlw mailbox

[rendogs-mailbox]

[Ren recieves a shulker just full of stickers. This was clearly culminated over the days of Martyn’s silence, and it is unclear of his motivations or reasoning.]

- @itlw-mailbox

[he opens the letter which is nearly overflowing with these stickers. He stares at them for a few seconds, pouring them into his lap]

[theres so many. He cant stop his tail from wagging and a smile from coming on his face, this is such a nice gift, he doesnt get gifts often.. he should probably write a thank you note]

martyn,

thank you for all the stickers! Not sure if i forgot my own birthday or something but i didnt expect a gift, which makes this a lot more special

thank you. Is there anything i can do for you in return?

RD

[eyesremain]

[Martyn still had one friend left that wasn’t 30 million blocks away, or now hated his guts.]

“Cain?”

[He called out, voice scraping against his throat from disuse. He hoped this’d work, it let him communicate with Vast a few times, after all.]

@itlw-mailbox

He appeared as soon as he was called, towering over Martyn. His eye staring at him through the crack of the mask.

YES, MARTYN?

[mumbos-mailbox]

[Martyn’s incredibly disoriented, his world is spinning, and he felt as if he might throw up at any wrong movement.]

[He didn’t know how long it’d been since he slaughtered Doc, time was a funny thing, slipping through his fingers with no regard for his cries. He was still in the same outfit though, dried blood painting such a pretty picture upon the fabric.]

[He found himself at Mumbo’s (when did he get on the hermitcraft server?), Martyn kind of throws himself against the door to a building.]

[Martyn groaned, burying his head in his hands, it was still churning and rippling and swooping and lurching and-]

[He threw himself against the door again, where the hell was Mumbo?]

[He had just wandered upto a random building, unable to tell whether his was Mumbo’s actual house or not.]

@itlw-mailbox

[he was up at the top of his base, working on the machine up there. its coming along nicely, he's proud of it]

[he can see someone in his village. He leaves them for a bit, assuming they can wait a few seconds as he finishes up what he's doing, fixing redstone in the place and watching as another fan turns on. it blows air at him, and he spreads his wings, the wind catching on his feathers, causing a small stumble back. he falls, and catches himself, gliding down with his elytra.]

[okay. time to find that person]

[he can hear someone, can hear their feet drag as they wandered around. theyre in his actual house, the flamingo slightly tilted like someone had run into it. he pushes it back into place before turning to the door. god he hopes its a person behind there and not a zombie]

[he rests his hand on his sword, not bothering to take off his goggles as he heads inside to greet the person]

hello?

[its easy to find where martyn is, his home not very big. his eyes flick up and down, and he moves his hand away from the sword, rushing forward to guide martyn to seat]

oh devs- martyn are you okay?

[is that his blood or did it have to do with the earlier death message? he thought it had just been another stupid war with doc, or maybe dueling practice... did whatever it was cause martyn to be like this?}

[docs-mailbox]

[Martyn has just returned from getting his pets from Mumbo, and was stood outside of Ren’s house.]

[He spent a good 5 minutes hugging each of them, and was now struggling to brush through Steve’s shoulder fur. Unfortunately for both the Wither and Martyn, it was incredibly matted, which meant the process was absolutely gruelling, honestly, he’d rather be back in that loop than here right now.]

“My god- stay still, you-“

[He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh.]

[Martyn decisively ignored the small wither roses pushing their way out of his arms.]

@itlw-mailbox

His house was almost complete by now. Aging the copper for the roof was tedious as all hell, even without the risk of Scar’s interference. All things considered, though, the experience was pretty relaxing. It was easy to find himself lost in his thoughts during the building process.

And he was just about to lie down for a nap when he noticed the sky.

It was…

Dark.

Unnaturally dark.

Oh no.

In all his life, Doc had never made a quicker mad dash to his Ender Chest, equipping himself with full Netherite plus a totem to deal with the issue at hand.

And then he saw Martyn, with the very same Wither that demolished his swamp all those weeks back.

And he fucking froze.

[scotts-mailbox]

Scott hates the Mailboxes.

That would be a lie--but it seemed as though the hermits and everybody using them were nocturals! or maybe there was some soft oftimezone issue between servers?! Either way, Scott didn't know, what he did know was that after the tenth You've got mail!, he finally got up from his bed, out in the world---why was it so cold;, Scott hated the cold, it always reminded him---to his mailbox.

But, when he opens it, he's surprise with a lack of paper, but a glowing..blue?

[twhnn]

[Martyn needed another kill. He began aimlessly tearing through servers until he found his next victim.]

[The mass of chaos? Yeah, that’d do nicely. Martyn was pretty bloodied by this point, and his axe gleamed bright as ever.]

“Hey, dude.”

[He approached twhhn, grinning.]

@itlw-mailbox

{Twhnn's form flickers in worried uncertainty as they notice Martyn's bloodied appearance. A million questions shoot through their mind, though they doubt they'll have time to ask any of them, not with the axe Martyn has; it's clearly gotten much use.}

...hey, martyn. you, uh, doin' alright?

[falses-mailbox]

[There was a distinct tugging- an urge. Martyn needed to hurt someone, he’d made that deal, and he had to stick to it.]

[He grabbed his axe and tore open a portal, arriving outside of False’s base. A vision- a vision of the worst outcome, it hurt behind his eyes, searing itself in his retina but he’d made a deal.]

[He knocked, well, more slammed his fist against her door a few times.]

[The smell of ozone and rot lingered in the air around him, announcing his presence pre-maturely.]

@itlw-mailbox

False had just woken up. As she walked to the door, she froze from the rotting smell. She knew it was Martyn. Laika was with her. Maybe he had come to see Laika. False opened the door, peering outside.

“Hey Martyn, come to see Laika?”

she asked. Laika’s tail wagged happily behind the door.

[lizzies-mailbox]

@itlw-mailbox

[I just processed the weird ass love triangle thing we're going to be in now thanks to GUIDE what do we do about that actually]