The Chained Watcher

Moon Angry

Third Life had been a rousing success, leaving their fans all begging for more. It was pretty different from most of their usual content, so seeing their viewers enjoy it this much was relieving. They had all agreed to hold a second season of Third Life, though after a small break to attend to their usual servers. This brought Grian back to Hermitcraft.

Things were not better.

The moon had started outright stealing blocks off their builds, and the ground was starting to look like swiss cheese. Xisuma had told all the hermits to finish what they could and prepare to switch to a new server, leaving all of them scrambling to put the final touches on their builds before the moon could take them away.

Grian was putting all his time into working on his Midnight Alley, both to finish it faster than the moon stole it and to get his mind off of certain recent revelations. Some of those logs had hit a little too close to home, and he'd rather not think too hard about what they might mean at the moment. It was almost finished too! ...As long as you ignore the back of the mountain.

Xisuma had brought in several other admins with the hope that they might, by some miracle, be able to figure out a solution to the moon problem. Judging by the current size of the moon, that had not worked. The moon was bigger and angrier than ever, and it had stopped returning the blocks it stole entirely. Let's not even mention the earthquakes and low gravity, just the removal of blocks was causing problems for everyone.

Now, you might be asking, 'Why doesn't Grian do something about this?' And to this he has only one thing to say: What do you take him for, a miracle man? His magic can do a lot of things, but what is he supposed to do to the moon??? Fly up and slap it into submission? Ah, what a lovely idea, except for the problem where Minecraft's celestial bodies aren't really there. You can go up and up and up and never leave the atmosphere, and when going back down it becomes apparent that you didn't end up as high as it felt like you did.

Either way, unless some miracle happened, this world was done for. Xisuma had already given all the hermits a heads-up, warning that they will probably have to switch servers soon if the situation doesn't get better. Some of them had started making silly plans for how to close off this season for their viewers or in some cases, genuinely attempt to remove the moon. This resulted in several flying machines lined with TNT being sent up into the sky, where they promptly exploded and did a whole lot of nothing.

Honestly, what were they expecting? It's not like a single stack of TNT could decimate so much as a single biome, let alone the entire moon. As for a backup plan, well... the less said about the multitude of half-baked moon-murdering schemes that got shot down before they could take off, the better.

With all that tried and marked as a failure, the only option left seemed to be to just move on to another server and be done with it. None of them actually wanted to abandon their unfinished builds, but staying behind to work on them just wouldn't work if it got any worse. After all, it was almost to the point where the builds were being deconstructed faster than they could be built.

The final straw was when the edges of the moon started to glow a fiery red, like a meteor entering the atmosphere. That was enough for Xisuma to immediately gather all of the scattered Hermits to the hub portal, no matter what they were doing. Most of them had already recorded a finale of their own, though a few of them hadn't quite gotten around to it in time. Clustered around the portal, they all gazed up at the gradually reddening moon taking up most of the night sky.

The silence stretched out for several long seconds before someone broke it.

"Hey Mumbo, I think the moon's big."