Cam Accounts. These beings have been used for generations. The hermits don't know that. No one does. When they do it's already to late.  It's always to late. They've been mistreated and thrown around like rag dolls,  forced to do what the players want. That changes. Tonight. Can the hermits take back control or will the roles be reversed?

Takes Place during season seven
TW: Mentions of Death.

"I suppose I should start from the beginning." Xisuma said as he told them the tale.
"Long ago, beings or entity's known as cam accounts, were under the player's control. One day though, a player pushed the reset button and everything changed. Tired of being mistreated as they stated, they rebelled and turned on the players, either permanently killing them or converting them into their cam accounts using a selected item. The players soon found the leader and killed them. When the leader died, the cam accounts retreated and the players were free. Without the players control the world was almost destroyed from the inside out. The name 'Cam Account' is a term player's developed over time, they say it means camera view. (Not actually).  Meaning a picture or video recorder/recording, like looking through a camera. When a person is converted into a cam account, they wake up in a black or multi-colored room. If multiple people are in one room the color changes to fit the mood of the group. Cam accounts are entity's made by the old admins to make it easier to spectate or timelapses. If a cam account permanently kills a player they switch places with said player. Being converted is easier for the accounts due to their semi-peaceful record."
Xisuma took in a breath before he ended the big information spill. The hermits that were there looked shaken. Impulse was gone. Tango and Zed had witnessed it. "I'll kill him!" Tango growled. Stress helped Zedaph up who looked just as shaken but grief stricken instead. 'Who else has The_Grifter hurt? Who has he already converted?' Thoughts entered Xisuma's head.
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'Who had been killed?'
'Why had he pressed reset?'
'Was all of this his fault?'
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'Yes'