Yes, I am now finishing all the cliffhanger stories!

This was so fun to write before, so I'm sure I will have just as much fun now. 

'Hey, is that a goat?' Xisuma pointed at a random object. All the hermits looked that way. 

'I don't know. Is it a goat?' False asked interestedly. 

'BURN THE GOAT!' Etho yelled raucously, brandishing flint and steel like a sword. He began setting everything on fire, quickly joined by the rest of the pyromaniac cult. Xisuma quickly fumbled his way out of his trapped position and ran. 

'Burn the goats! Burn the goats!' Jevin chanted. 'Burn the boats! Burn the boats!'

'Burn the beds! Burn the beds!' Bdubs joined in.

'BURN THE DIORITE! BURN THE DIORITE!'

'NOT MY PRECIOUS DIORITE!' iskall screeched. 'DON'T YOU DARE BURN MY DIORITE!'

'BURN ISKALL! BURN ISKALL!' Etho yelled back. 

Several other hermits had run away, including Grian and the other boomers. Iskall and Etho were having a screaming contest, Jevin and Bdubs continued to chant and Scar was bellowing about burning cats and diamonds.

'Let's all do some PvP!' He suggested, wielding his sword like a madman.

'But... but we might hurt someone.' False squealed. 'I don't want anyone to be hurt...'

'Let's sacrifice all the non-obeying hermits!' Stress shouted maniacally. 'Starting with Iskall!'

'No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!' Iskall replied quiveringly. Etho began chasing him. 

'Everyone! Stop!' X pleaded. 'Seriously! Stop!'

'BURN THE ONES WHO DOUBT OUR LOGIC!' Etho responded dramatically. Iskall climbed a diamond tree before regretting it. 

'Noo... not trees! I'm allergic to trees!' 

'Why are there diamonds in the trees?' Scar complained. 'LET'S BURN THEM TOO!'

Scar set each of the trees on fire, while Iskall tried to get down. 

'Someone! Help!' He yelped. Xisuma flew over to help, trying to lift the swede out of the tree. He somehow succeeded, and Iskall activated his elytra too, gliding to the ground. 

'Thanks.' Iskall muttered ungratefully.

X sat down, opening the settings of Hermitcraft. He pressed several things, trying to solve the problem, get the Hermits back to normal, while trying to ignore Tango's screeching as he was chased by the pyromaniac cult. 

'Not fire! Not fire! Anything but fire!' 

'YOU WILL BE SACRIFICED! FAILING TO REMAIN CALM WILL RESULT IN NO DIFFERENT RESULT, SO PANIC ALL YOU WANT.' 

'Excuse me! What you are doing is very mean, and very rude, so please stop!' Grian interfered irritably. 'And it's annoying me!'

'BURN GRIAN.'

'My name is grain. Not grian. And I refuse to be set on fire!'

Xisuma pressed a random button, and one hermit blinked, looked disgustedly at their clothes, entered a shop, and came back out with a burning diorite suit.

'Burn the diorite!' Iskall yelled, back to his normal self. X smiled, but inside he was worried about what would happen if...

'BURN THE DIORITE! BURN THE DIORITE!' 

... Iskall joined the pyromaniac cult. 

Xisuma continued pressing buttons, remembering what he did before. If he could get them all back individually, it would still get them back. Another few button presses and TFC stopped blowing stuff up. Some more and Impulse joined the pyromaniacs. 

It appeared this wouldn't be as easy as the admin thought. 

Several more hermits became their normal selves, but the pyromaniac cult only grew. Grian caused a whole lot of chaos as he jokingly yelled 'burn the mayor' for Scar refused point-blank to be called the mayor, and none of the other hermits were the mayor. 

It wasn't long before Etho was back to normal, telling the hermits to stop setting stuff on fire, and apologizing profusely in the process. Grian, the new leader of the pyromaniacs, just ignored him. 

Once he'd assumed all the hermits back to normal, Xisuma stepped out of his hiding place. 

'Right! No more pyromaniac cult! No more setting everything on fire! No more explosions! No more... 

Tango's rocket shop chose this inconvenient moment to catch, and a flurry of fireworks exploded into the air. The owner of the shop yelled something incoherently chaotic, and the pyromaniacs began again. 

'AS MAYOR OF THE SHOPPING DISTRICT! I COMMAND YOU TO SET STUFF ON FIRE SOMEWHERE ELSE.' Scar boomed, using his mayor voice for effect. Even Xisuma stepped back. 

'But... Scar! This is fun! Whoever started this was a genius!' Grian protested good-spiritedly. 

'That's why I said 'somewhere else' Scar pointed out. 

'Burn the magical village!'

'Wait... WHAT?' Scar looked outraged, until he saw that Grian was laughing. 

'I'd never grief someone else's base!' 

'Unless it was made of diorite.' Iskall reasoned. 'Then I would replace the diorite with a different block and burn it.'

'Are you stopping now?' Xisuma interrupted. 'Good. Now, Etho, Bdub's and Jevin... you're going to clear this mess up, since it was you that started it.'

The latter two named hermits looked up from their job of salvaging objects - namely beds and boats - from the fire. 

'Why us?'

'You started this whole thing! In fact, you're all going to fix it together. Scar, you're the mayor. You're in charge. I'm going to go back to my base and relax.' The admin flew off, leaving the others perplexed and unhappy. 

Yeah... I unfortunately lost the will to complete this and therefore it ended up shorter than the other stories here. Hopefully the next few will be easier...

Word count: 891