Deep within the wilds of the outer reaches of the server, if one wasn't too careful, you could find a few non-hermit entities, seemingly to have built a civilization of their own. It was as if they were drawn to this jungle by some sort of force.

General Angryeyes, temporarily relieved from duty at Area 77, found himself drawn here as well. Of course, at the time, he didn't know that it was a haven for the bizarre creatures and alter-egos of the Hermits, (Who couldn't be in the main sections of the server for too long without the Void trying to pull them in unless they had a specific place to stay.)

The General found himself standing in a clearing, looking at crisscrossed rope bridges from tree to tree, small wooden buildings nestled in the wide branches of the canopy. A town in the treetops that no one had seen before, that none of the Hermits could have built. Should this be reported to the HIB?

It was then that he heard the sound of splatters around him. Like artillery fire, projectiles fired at him with next to no delay. Wave after wave of shells spat at him, and General Angryeyes grimly realized that he had been ambushed.

Well, so be it then. He took cover behind one of the trees, before taking off his blue jacket and shimmying up towards the branches above. After hoisting himself over a particularly thick limb, he landed feet first on a wooden platform. Dark oak? Whoever lived here must be pretty self-sufficient, or importing supplies from somewhere else.

Nevermind that. Focus on the assault now, muse about build styles later.

More projectiles landed near his head, the gooey substance contained within smelling of sulfur. They had come in at 2:00, in front of him and slightly to the right. He looked over in that direction and saw a flash of white between the branches of a neighboring tree.

So he leapt from this platform to the next one. A stupid decision, perhaps, but one that worked. His sudden appearance seemed to startle the attacker, who dropped what he was holding.

General Angryeyes was ten feet away at this point, and closing the gap. With a tackle, they ended up spread against the wooden platforms that were thankfully there.

"What in the Nether was that all about?!" He shouted at the man in the chicken mask.

He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Look, you were approaching on our territory. Since I'm the only one here right now, I've gotta defend the place."

"From what, exactly? And why use eggs as a weapon?" the General questioned, not sure if he was more annoyed or confused about what just happened.

"I'm Poultry Man." The masked figure said, as though that explained everything. General Angryeyes decided it wasn't worth pursuing. There was something else the chicken man had said that caught his attention.

"There's others like you?" He asked.

A shrug. "Not exactly like me. But similar. Say, you remind me of someone. You wouldn't happen to know a Jangler, would you?"

The General found himself taken aback by this. "Jangler? Yeah, but he disappeared a while ago."

Poultry Man let out a laugh. "Well, maybe you should stick around. I hope you don't mind the eggs too much. The others should be back from resource gathering soon."

"I don't understand."

The man in the chicken costume chuckled. "Well, don't worry about it. Welcome to the Far Reaches, the Outlands, whatever you want to call it. I'll be glad to show you around, but for now, I suggest you take a quick shower over there. You smell a bit like rotten eggs."

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Well, this exists now. I challenged myself to describe the attack without using the word egg. I hope you enjoy this nonsense.

Sea you later!

-Aqua