So uh....? Like a bunch of incorrect quotes and one scenario all rushed together....? And XISUMA ANGST-

Yeah we're all tired here mate.

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Impulse turned on the fire and cautiously looked at Zed and Tango, passing them sticks and marshmallows.

It was pretty dark out, the fire cackling and whipping around, lighting up the night.

"Please you two, try and be careful ok? This isn't just a game, it's fire. Which can be dang-"

He got cut off by Tango, who had already lit his marshmallow on fire and was waving it.

"Zed look! It's a torch!"

Zed grinned and held out his mellowed-stick to Tangos'. "Light me up!" He excitedly exclaimed.

Before Impulse could react, Tango had lit Zeds' marshmallow on fire and they were waving them around like idiots.

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After Impulse had finally calmed the due down, he shrunk back down. "Tango. Zed. Please."

Zed smiled. "Please what?"

Tango caught on and grinned. "Please what Impulse?"

Impulse groaned. "Please just behave.."

Zed smiled and Impulse nearly ran. "Can I have another stick Impulse?"

"No," was his quick answer, but Zed didn't care. Tango had already slipped him one under the table already.

Tango smiled and stole another for himself. "Last time Impulse, please what?"

Impulse looked at them, confused. "Please behave."

Zed jumped up. "He never said we couldn't set the sticks on fire!!!"

Tango grinned and laughed as Zed stabbed his stick into the fire, knowing Impulse wouldn't stop him, as he didn't want to get burned.

Zed laughed and held up his stick, which was flaming. "Lookie here!"

"Zed-" Impulse tried, but Zed already had a second- Ok where'd he get that?!- A second stick in the fire.

He stuck his tongue at Impulse. "Hahaha! You can't stop me!" He teased.

Impulse rolled up his sleeve. "Zedaph. Take the stick out of the fire."

Zed laughed. "NEV-"

He stopped, seeing Impulse reach into the fire and quickly pull out the stick. Tango gawked. "How did you not get burnt...?!"

Impulse smiled a little. "I was fast enough so it didn't get me." He slashed his hand in the fire quickly as example.

Zed and Tango shared a look. Impulse regretted his action.

"Oh no..." Was what he got out before Tango and Zed started waving their hands over the fire, Tango, at some point, jumping through it.

Impulse kicked the fire off. The child-men complained and Impulse shrugged. "Sorry you two. I warned you."

Zed pointed to his still-on-fire-stick, which was, reluctantly, in the fire. He picked it up, but the top half, which was curving and black, wilted over and fell off, the flame quickly diminishing.

Impulse looked at him. "Really? What if you wanted to use that again?"

Zed frowned and held up his hands. "I didn't mean to burn half it off! I just wanted to set it on fire!"

—•—•—•—

"Cleo, where's the candy...?" False asked, eyeing the outside, wooden table, that had, had, candy on it.

Cleo slyly smiled. "Somewhere."

"Where?"

She shrugged, pulled the bottom of her shirt a little, and caught a few pieces of laffy taffy before smiling and handing it to False.

She looked at Cleo like she was nuts. "What the heck Cleo..?!"

The zombie shrugged. "Would you rather the candy be with the men?"

False thought a moment before taking the candy and doing what Cleo has done. "By no means would I want that."

Awhile later, Grian came over with a smile. "Toss me some cand- Wait.. where is the candy..?"

The two girls shared a look and they both shrugged.

He frowned. "I swear, if you guys ate it all, someone is gonna die."

False nudged a snickering Cleo. "No, we have it."

"Where?" Grian asked.

Cleo and False both held neutral looks as they pulled the edge of their shirts, candy falling down.

They both held it out to Grian. He looked at them and slowly backed away, the girls cackling with laughter.

—•—•—•—

Xisuma sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked through the land of the hermits, admiring the extraordinary builds. The fresher and older ones.

But he didn't just see the ones of  the current season-

He saw them all.

Looking around, remembering the past, he saw, in his eyes, the land changing and breaking. Accidents and possibilities tearing and forming. He saw empty mountains be filled by previous builds that weren't anymore there.

He saw the craters of explosion and disaster forming around him. He saw what is. What was.

He saw the hippies RV. and the Area 77 gates.

He saw the sites of Viva La Revolution and the nHo.

He saw the Logfellas trail and the place Ex came to the world.

The seasons of Hermitcraft seemed to tick by as the lone man walked alone.

Season 7.

Season 6.

Season 5.

Season 4.

Season 3.

Season 2.

Season 1.

The beginning.

He looked around at the spawn, the beginning of Hermitcraft. He reached down and felt the warm sand in his hand, slowly falling through his fingers and trickling back to the ground.

The ground where it all began. The one of the first steps of the first players.

He looked around the space, the spawn, and what he saw drew a tear.

He watched quietly as all the players ever to have come seemed to have flitted in and out of sight, beginning with the first of many seasons. He watches as their nearly clear and pale forms came in and out, each quickly speeding off to somewhere.

But in the end it was him who was left, standing alone, still at Season one, remembrance of it all in his mind.

He looked around at the space, taking in the empty realm. Never would he have expected it to be what it was now.

"Xisuma?"

He ran his hand in the sand again, feeling its warmth.

"Xisuma!"

He smiled at the memories of the past.

"Xisuma!"

He snapped out of his hazy, cloudy, state, seeing Grian standing above his sitting form, holding out a hand. He took it and stood.

Grian smiled. "C'mon! You ready for season eight??"

Xisuma nodded, seeing the portal appear.

He took one last glance around once everyone had gone through, exceptions to him.

He let out a sigh, joy and relief, and he stepped close.

He faintly smiled, looking to the new builds, updates, opportunities, and Hermits.

Halfway through.

He took a peak back, taking in the memories for this season. His vision shimmered purple.

Three-fourths the way through.

He closed his eyes as he was taken away, going through all the previous seasons.

Halfway there.

He took a step forward, something inside him keeping him hesitant. Somewhere inside his gut, he knew that with the new players and builds to come, there would be ones to go. He knew that players would leave, forever at times, as it was inevitable. So many had already. While you gained friends and builds here, you lost them too. He again stepped forwards.

Three-fourths way there.

He reached his hand out, opening his eyes. He looked around at the new, grassy, untouched land. He looked down, and saw players. Mainly the same, but also a few new, and a few missing.

That was part of the deal here. Adaptation. Nothing could stay the same. Players would leave. Builds, deleted.

He stepped out and looked at the crowd of Hermits, knowing soon enough he wouldn't recognize any of them.

That was just how it was. Admin had to stay and watch it all change, keep it running. He closed his eyes and took in a breath, going through all the players that used to be, builds that weren't there, and events that happened.

That was just how it worked. Watching things come and go.

This was just the passage of time.

<Welcome to Season Eight, HermitCraft, XisumaVoid>

—•—•—•—

"Grian no!" Mumbo yelled, but it was no use, Iskall was in on it too.

Iskall grinned as he to stretched out in the middle of the road, next to Grian, who was screaming,

"Road Block! Road Block! Road Block!"

Mumbo groaned. "You guys are gonna be hit!"

Iskall popped his head up. "That's the point!"

"Iskall!!" Mumbo yelled.

Iskall shrugged and laid back down, giggling alongside Grian.

The giant checked both ways before walking into the street, grabbing both of the men's' wrists and dragging them back to the pavement. He looked at Iskall. "What the heck happened to helping me?"

Iskall dragged his shoulders up and down. "I dunno, actual fun?"

Mumbo rolled his eyes and looked at the gremlin. "And what happened to behaving?"

The sandy blond haired boy shrugged. "Road-blocking?"

Mumbo shook his head and looked at Grian. "Please, try to think before you act."

Grian frowned. "But Mumbo! Thinking is dangerous!"

"How so...?"

"Because," The shorter stated, "It gives you more work."

—•—•—•—

Doc grumbled as he dragged himself out of bed.

"I swear Grian," He stated under his breath, "If your raiding my kitchen again, I'll have no issue sending you to respawn."

He gripped his trident as he opened the the kitchen door, only to find Ren, laying on his side, on the counter.

Doc looked at him a moment.

"Ren. It's one in the morning, why are you on my counter...!?" The robot said sleepily but still with anger and bite.

Ren smiled and he flipped his man-ponytail that was against his neck.

"Well," He said, "Snacks go on the counter, so here I am!"

Doc looked at him a moment.

<RenTheDog was slain by Docm77 using; 'Ren Get Off My Counter'

—•—•—•—

"Zedaph!" Impulse yelled from down the hall.

"Yeeeeaaaahhh?!" Zed replied, from the couch.

"What did you do with the shampoo?!"

Zed paused a moment. "Well I... I used it to make the shower floor an ice skating rink...?"

Impulse groaned. "And the conditioner..?"

Tango froze as he walked around the kitchen corner, holding a glass filled with a white, coconut-scent substance. He took a quick sip before responding to Impulse.

"I got thirsty!"

"Well!" Impulse yelled. "What am I supposed to use to wash my hair then?!"

Tango and Zed looked at one another a moment before Zed called down.

"Wait we're supposed to wash our hair?!"

—•—•—•—

"Yessss!" Cleo reached up to grab the knife that Joe was holding away from her. "Gimme gimme gimme!"

"No!" Joe yelled, leaning into one leg and away form Cleo, his free hand on her face to create space.

"Why?!" Cleo yell/complained, reaching for it.

"Because," Joe said hastily, slight worry at the others eagerness for the weapon, "What do you want again?"

"The people opener!" Cleo whined, making more failed grabs for the metal object.

"This is exactly!" Joe exclaimed, "Exactly, why I hide the knives!"

"People openers!" Cleo shouted.

—•—•—•—

Xisuma looked at Keralis and Bdubs, both in which were accompanying him in the store.

"Both if you better behave. Alright?"

They nodded. "Good." Was Xisumas' response.

He turned his back for just a moment to look through some of the stuff, into to turn again and find the other two missing.

He groaned.

After awhile of walking around the store, he heard yelling. Stupidly, he walked in the direction, only to find himself standing between the makeup and womens' aisles.

"Hey Bdubs!" Yelled Keralis, as he threw a box of... something.. over the aisle to, "Didn't you need these for YOUR INABILITY TO HOLD YOUR PEE?!"

Bdubs reddened but threw some makeup cream or whatever- Xisuma never understood how women knew what was what- Over the aisle. "Keralis! Didn't you need this for YOUR BUTT RASH!!"

Keralis quickly threw over some pills. "Didn't you want these for YOUR CONSTIPATION?!"

Bdubs acted quickly, throwing over a wig from somewhere. "Here! A wig for your bald head! NOT SURE IT'LL FIT OVER YOUR EGO THOGUH!"

Xisuma watched this before calling over the manager and pointing to them.

"Yeah I think those two men are homeless and they're causing a ruckus."

The mananger nodded and called security, who quickly dragged them out.

Xisuma kept walking away, ignoring Bdubs' and Keralis' yells of knowing him.

—•—•—•—

False sighed in dissatisfaction. "No, Stress. You stab the sword through the dummy, not the spoon in the bowl of sugar and flour."

Stress shrugged. "I tried violence. I don't like it."

"Stress," False said to her friend who was making cookies, on a training course, "Thinking about it doesn't count as doing it."

"Ah," Stress said, "But if hate think thinking about violence, then there's no wait I'd enjoy doing it."

"What if you want to take over the world or fend off idiots?" False dared.

Stress happily smiled and held up the cookie batter. "Then I'll offer cookies!"

Ex peeked out from the bush. "CoOkiEs?!"

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