The first event or so of each story idea that I'm eventually going to develop on, besides exposition.

1: I Wish

"Each of you," The voice spoke, booming in an unrecognisable accent, "Has been granted one wish. Speak, and it shall be done."

The assembled hermits glanced at each other, and then they spoke:

"I, TangoTek, wish I could be human in this day and age."

"I, Xisumavoid, wish for my memory back."

"I, GoodTimesWithScar, wish that Cub wouldn't be hurt by corruption."

"I, MumboJumbo, wish I wasn't such a spoon."

"I, DocM77, wish the NHO hadn't left."

"I, Joehills, wish to give two other hermits the one thing they want most."

"It is done."

A bright flash of light filled the room, and the entire world changed.

2: Jiggery Pokery

Mumbo entered the old STAR base, checking for traps. Doc had asked to meet him here for some reason, and Mumbo had obliged. He took a night vision potion, and searched the area for the creeper hybrid. He was about to give up and leave when Doc appeared, and handed him a few shulker boxes.

"You left your stuff, I thought you might want it back."

"Oh! Thanks, I was wondering where some of this was!"

Abruptly, Grian burst in, wearing a black turtleneck.

"Mumbo! There you are, we're gonna be late to open Sahara!"

"Oh! Sorry righ-"

But before Mumbo could say any more, a cyclone of black flames and red stormclouds surrounded the spot where Grian stood, and when they cleared, he was gone. At that moment, Evil Xisuma peeked in, looked at the residual magic, and muttered:

"Dangit, I'm too late."

3: Enter The Abyss

"Are you two absolutely sure?"

"100 percent."

"99- 100 percent!"

Tango waved his hand, opening a portal to the Abyss. Impulse and Zed each took his hand, and they leapt into the other realm. There was no turning back now. They were off to meet Tango's old friends. This could go one of two ways, and neither were good.

4: Better Than One

The creeper and the Vex stood, facing each other off.

"Scar, please. I don't want to be blind."

"I'm really sorry, but I can't."

"Please!"

"Just... go."

"Scar..."

"I CAN'T HURT HIM ANYMORE!" Scar roared, releasing an uncontrollable wave of magic towards Doc. Doc raised his arm to shield his face, knowing it would do nothing. Until it did. The magic rebounded of the magic-proof metal of his cyborg arm, back to Scar.

Scar couldn't defend himself in time, and as the blue flames surrounded him, he fell to the floor, eyes grey and soulless. And then Doc heard the voice.

"What just-" Scar's disembodied voice cut off into mortified screaming.

5: No hablo inglés 

"You know, Ren, you haven't said anything." We were hanging out by Grand Central, mostly just goofing around. Ren's only reply was an embarrassed glance. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Lo siento, no hablo inglés." He muttered back, turning away from me.

"What?"

"¡No hablo inglés! Comprendo inglés, pero hablo español." He choked out, clearly upset at the situation.

"Look, can you speak any other language?"

"No. No hablo alemán, o francés, o sueco, no hablo nada más que español."

"I'm sorry, my Spanish is very rusty. Look, let's find someone who can actually understand you."

He nodded in reply, an expression of defeat inked on his face.

So, these are all things that will happen before long. Speaking of things happening soon, I might do the next chapter of Duplication this evening if I have time. I my not though.

OdalRune, signing off from the past!