The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship
Once he manages to recover from his shock and confusion, Mumbo grapples at the ground around him, letting out a sharp gasp. He sitting – in a very undignified positions for a CEO of his calibre – on bedrock. He’d recognize that texture anywhere.
“How–? It’s real, solid? But how?”
Propping herself onto her elbows, Pearl squints as she tries to ignore her pounding headache to take a glance at their surroundings, quickly realizing that they’re not in the Boatem hole anymore.
Instead, they’re at the bottom of a deep, massive, and clearly TNT made canyon, though Impulse, being part of the Wither Duo and a Wither Warlock who managed to tame not one, but three Withers, has an inkling that TNT was not the only thing involved in the destruction of this place.
Boomers know their explosions, after all.
With Wither minions like Log, Screech and Skizz, he’s more than familiar enough with the kind of destruction a wither causes.
He’ll eat one of his early prototypes of iDimpy bars if Withers didn’t have a part to play in the destruction surrounding them.
The area is rough and messy, with jagged edges and unstable piles of rubble making the place a deathtrap. A grid of obsidian blocks stretches above the canyon, obviously having been used to destroy this place. A fell empty shells of obsidian remain, along with floating lanterns and a hot air balloon. A few feet from them, a massive flag stands tall yet alone in the remains of the fallen country they figure it represents.
For a short, heartbreaking, moment, Grian and Scar feel as if they’re back at the Sandlands, laying their eyes on their newly Fallen Kingdom for what might be the last time as the sun set upon the aftermath of the Red Desert Battle. Standing on the edge gigantic crater that surrounded the Sandbunk after Scar activated the Hale Mary, blowing up a massive chunk of the Sandlands that Grian had rigged with several stacks of TNT in an effort to trap the Red King of Dogwarts and his army. Memories of the hole gutting he side of the once proud Sandcastle flash through their minds.
They lost everything that day.
They’d thought what happened was bad, when they were forced to declare the Sandlands and the Monopoly Mountain a fallen kingdom.
They were forced to flee, moving in with Scott in the Hobbit Valley, patching up their wounds, helping the ally they had bury his husband’s body. They remember it all. They remember fearing for their lives while planning an attack on Dogwarts, hearts burning with a need for revenge.
Third and Last Life might have been games, but that fact didn’t help diminish the trauma.
This canyon, however, is the gruesome result of a whole other level of destruction. How many people lost their lives and their homes when this place fell?
Grian, however, can appreciate the beauty that can be found in this battlefield that left a deep scar on the World.
The dramatic shadows the rising sun is casting against the bedrock, the new potential this place has now that it’s been razed to the ground.
The rest of the Boatem crew stare at the destruction around them, all very much aware that this is the fate that could’ve befallen Boatem if Doc was a bit more insane, and the rules about griefing less strict.
“What do you guys think we should do now? We’re obviously not in Hermitcraft anymore, X would never allow destruction of that scale…” Being the first to break the silence, Scar trails off sombrely, gesturing around them as he picks up his top hat and places it back on his head.
Mumbo gets to his feet, clearing his throat as he dusts his suit off. On his head is the black cowboy hat Scar crafted for him, with the word CEO in gold letters on the buckle of the hat’s strap. He’s looking distinctly like a pig hybrid, instead of a potato or a golden carrot, but they all agree at once not to ask about it. It’s probably better for their sanity if they don’t know. “Isn’t it obvious? We do as we always do in a new world; we gather resources and build a starter base. Right here will be fine for now. I don’t think anyone will come back to this place for a while.”
“Then when we should craft an end chest and if our stay here extends for longer than it take to build our started base, well, we ca get started on another giga-base!” Chirps Grian gleefully, wings ruffling in excitement. The rest of the Boatem crew shoot him fondly exasperated looks, chuckling, but Scar had to admit that he too is excited to build something epic on this server, if only to show the people here how the Boatem crew do it. Having reached an agreement, they start digging a starter base into one of the sides of the canyon. Scar takes care of making sure that their base is well camouflaged, working his terraforming magic so that the changes they make to the terrain blend in with the rest of the crater.
It takes them two days to finish their starter base, and in no time they’re happily settling into their brand new HQ.
Grian names it the B-Base.
Grian only lasts a day before deciding to fly around the server, secretly hoping to find an out of the way desert, and maybe some gravelly mountains, so he can start making concrete. He’s already thinking about what he wants to build for his main base, and while he wants to be as prepared as possible.
Spruce, iron and deepslate are not that much of an issue, he can take care of it later, but sand and gravel are his speciality, and he’s already thinking about introducing the G-train to the server.
Packing a few gapples and downing a potion of invisibility, Grian waves his friends goodbye and takes off. It only takes him five minutes to decide to turn back after he sees the amount of buildings sprawling around the deep canyon they’ve set up in.
Landing in front of the B-Base with a stumble due to his rising panic, Grian barges through the intricate redstone door Mumbo built, every second it takes to open feeling like an eternity.
“Boatem, assemble!” He bellows urgently, typing down and sending out the same message on his com just to make sure this won’t time his rallying cry won’t end up being ineffective like the last time.
Once the crew has joined him in the temporary meeting room he set up in their base as the Head of Boatem meetings, he locks eyes with every one of his friends and colleagues.
“People of Boatem, I’m afraid that we are not safe in the canyon. I’ve flown around the area and there are so many buildings surrounding this ravine that it seems as if this place is part of a community hub or central area of the server. It’s only a matter of time before someone discovers our presence.”
