#hermitbox

[rendogs-mailbox]

[full moons always have different effects on him. sometimes he'll be more violent, sometimes more energetic, this time he was just tired.]

[he felt like he had been run over by all the cars in the giga colony. he didnt want to pull himself out of bed, but it was too warm, way more fur than normal on him]

[laika was running around his feet as he sat himself down in front of a fan, barking and picking up toys, filled with energy he wished he had. he knew she needed to go on a walk, but he didnt want to leave the house, just wanting to go back to bed.]

[after thinking over it for a few minutes, he pulls out his comm, writing out a message. then deleting it. try again. nope.]

[all the messages sounded weak. he didnt want to sound weak, he didnt want any of them to be concerned for him; its not like he was sick, just exhausted. maybe he blamed his inability to walk laika on something other than exhaustion?]

RENDOG: would anyone be able to walk laika for me :D RENDOG: she is filled with energy but i have so many to do today! RENDOG: happy to pay anyone who wants to do it

[he has to stop himself from adding a bit asking for someone just to come hang out with him on top of that. thats asking for too much, even if he really wants someone to lean again and hug right now- tiredness never made the clinginess any better]

[skizzs-mailbox]

[redstone time!]

[which should not be as terrifying as it is. Even looking at the dust just gives him bad memories, grian’s laugh ringing in his ears as his hands twitch and screams replay in his head]

[that was on the impossible Minecraft server though! This is hermitcraft, he’s safe here]

[plus, it’s not like he’ll get any better by avoiding it. And he has to get better at it, if he wants impulse to finally be proud of it. He has to be good, perfect even. He wants him to be proud]

[he sucks in a breath, taking a few steps closer to his chests, opening the one specifically for redstone- and immediately closing it. He can’t do this. His hands are shaking like crazy, and that laugh is still playing in his head, that crazy laugh that he usually loves but not now, not with this, not at that time]

[docs-mailbox]

He’s cooking fish by the campfire. Completely alone, but hey, what else is new.

[mumbos-mailbox]

<Mumbo starved to death>

[of all his deaths that season, this one had to be the most pathetic. He hadn’t been able to force himself to drink pig’s blood recently, only hungry for player’s blood, but thinking of asking his friends for help with this made him feel sick. So he never reached out, avoiding any animal blood until he ended up here. In his bed, hunger worse than before]

[checking his health and hunger bars, he’s pleased to see his saturation is back up, but its tinted with the sickly green of hunger. He had a bit of time before it would be back at nothing, time he chooses to spend laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to prepare himself for getting up and getting himself blood to drink- pig’s blood had never seemed so unappetizing, but it was most likely one of the only options; chickens always had the chance of being a past villager in his town, and cows and sheep had uses outside of just food]

[he lays there until his hunger ticks back down, sitting at 3. He slowly pulls himself out of his bed, leaving his house and walking through his town, trying to remember which home housed all the animals he kept]

[falses-mailbox]

False was on a run with Laika.

It was good exercise for the both of them, and she was in a slightly better mindset. She had a goal today. Today she needed conduits. The only problem is, she had no idea where to find them.

She made it back to her base, and got some food and water for Laika. As the pup ate, she pulled out her communicator and started typing.

FalseSymmetry: Anyone know where to find conduits?

She prayed someone would give her an answer without question, and she prayed that the Poe Poe wouldn’t see. She wasn’t sure if helping Ren was legal or not.

[sincerely-some-guy]

[That was.. something. I lay on the ground, curled up and just trying to process it all- and I was blue? When had I turned into an allay? That certainly didn’t help the situation.]

[The Allay laid on the pale moss of the garden, its wings twitched as it began to right itself from the floor to a float.]

[Everything was much larger, and more intimidating when you were 6 inches tall, and the last time I’d entered a pale forest was back in wild life, which certainly didn’t help my nerves.]

[The Allay chimed softly, it began to float, staying close to the moss floor and it began its search for literally any animal, or person.]

- @itlw-mailbox

[ the sound of rustling leaves and someone humming came into earshot. and then - from behind a bunch of bushes, someone appeared. ]

[ a rather tall elf with a multitude of scars all over his skin, with an axe in hand, singing a little song to himself, came into view. his hair was grey and tinted purple at the ends, his eyes the same colour to match. however, upon seeing the allay, he stopped moving, tilting his head curiously to the side. the axe was immediately removed from his hands and put into his inventory, as he crouched down to get a better look. ]

well, hello there, little guy. [ the elf said, with a friendly smile on his face. ] i've never seen something like you in the pale garden before - how did you manage to get in here?

[ this must be him - the penpal. ]

[xisumas-mailbox]

She was following you into a cave. She heard a lot about you, being an admin at all, and frankly, she was curious on how you handled things.

she wanted to know if you’d be an obstacle or not.

It would be hard to spot her, the only bright color being her purple accents. Or the glitches. Or the static. Or the lingering gut feeling that something was different.

@shaz-mailbox-exe

[the gut feeling was quite normal to him, being on this server again. Nothing ever went well here for long- always a war or a glitch or someone getting stuck across the world after the spawn reset went wrong]

[he keeps mining, though he can’t help but glance behind him, looking for mobs or for whatever felt like it was watching him- his eyes narrow behind his visor, staring into the dark, before returning to mining]

[bigbs-mailbox]

@pearls-mailbox Alright, let’s go over this one more time. What’s the plan once we get into the forest?

[heras-mailbox]

She was in the shopping district.

She had memorized most of it by now. She took some shops and made mental landmarks so she could navigate easier. She walked by the hourglass, over to the dirt shop. She looked around the shop, eventually locating the van. She knocked.

"BigB? It's Hera!!"

she called, waiting patiently outside the van. @bigbs-mailbox

[pearls-mailbox]

@impulses-mailbox do you wanna meet up and talk terraforming? I had a new idea for the plant shops area :)

[mined-mailbox]

Test #: MJAAFK06 Date: ██/██/████ Subjects: Player █████ █████, CH-██████ Head Researcher: Dr. ██████ Experiment failure. Transfer failure. Player █████ █████ returned to daily life, test ██████ ordered on CH-██████.

[rendogs-mailbox]

Continuation with @itlw-mailbox

[Martyn was asleep]

[ren felt a lot more awake now, definitely glad he slept. He sits up, looking over at martyn, making sure he’s properly passed out. He does his best to make no noise as he gets up, looking at a few of the weapons scattered across the floor]

[the diamond axe is gone, probably just buried in the mess- he’ll look for that later, picking up an iron sword for how, looking over the enchantments to figure out whether it’s best to just throw it out or keep it]

[skizzs-mailbox]

<Zedaph> SKIZZ <Zedaph> super important <Zedaph> we dont have exile insurance anymore <Zedaph> i will be receiving a refund soon he said i could take it directly out of the casino

@zeds-mailbox

[he reads over the message and feels a cold spike of dread in his chest]

<Skizzleman> zed how did you find out we dont have the insurance <Skizzleman> zeddle <Skizzleman> where are you

[he had seen the death messages the other day but he thought- he thought- oh god. where is his friend. his wings ruffle anxiously, and he chews on his nails as he waits for an answer]

[docs-mailbox]

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[mumbos-mailbox]

[his things are scattered everywhere, half made blueprints barely drawn out]

[he is no where in sight, but if you listen, maybe there is soft crying under the desk, hiding away from where he can’t see the moon. Sure he can’t confirm what others are saying like this but.. but he can’t make himself look at it]

[this can’t be happening again. He can’t do this again. He can’t let another season be lost like this, more proof he’s good luck, god they should have never let him start the season off.. magic mountain would think he’s crazy if he asks them to hide in a bunker somewhere but he just wants them to be safe, he can’t lose them, he can’t let them be in danger]

[the world is shaking around him. Thunderous waves, almost knocking things off his desk]

[or maybe the world isnt shaking. Maybe its just him as he struggles to gasp down air]

[he’s fine. This will be fine. He’ll make sure its fine, he’ll fix this. He will not let a moon destroy another season even if trying to get rid of it destroys him in the process]

[falses-mailbox]

False knew she had to be fast in exile. She would need to continue business after all. Yet her mind was a mess. Her heart was in shambles. She did not prepare enough for this. She was going to press the button on the desk. Maybe it was instructions?