Grian Angst |~One Shots~|

|~Evo Education P.2~|

Part two per request of someone i forget
(Dissapointing ending)
Grian's POV

Remember in 1986 Ukraine, a nuclear power plant had a huge accident? Chernobyl? An accident born of greedy narcissistics who cut corners and in turn stole so many lives... A disaster on all accounts. But despite that, people insist on making money off it, allowing people to tour Chernobyl. This isn't so different from Evo. The server notorious of violent history and such great pain. The place where, supposedly, Grian's "brother" was admin.

In a way my lies felt like a truth. No, I didn't have a brother. I was Xelqua, not some fictional relative of mine but after years and years caked onto eachother, each spent trying to forget and disassociate from my watcher persona, I had reached a landmark where I could write off all the events that had been endured as simply a retelling from someone who had actually experienced them. The only proof that those memories of Evo wasn't some sick hallucination while I had a nasty fever from the winter time cold were the horrible, vivid nightmares. So detailed, sharp, like a camera had focused in on them and printed to my mind. But during the day all they were was a fuzzy understanding of my time on Evo which I could easily dismiss from my mind. And so, I had met with peace which I certainly wasn't gonna complain about...

I was not expecting Xisuma to unintentionally resurface all my trauma with a simple meeting among all the hermits in hopes of ensuring our server stays protected. Who knew such an innocent act could lead me to connecting myself to Evo and putting myself in risk. I had been impulsive and emotional, a bad combo, when I had, with jittery hands and legs stumbled up on that stage and blurted out a half-baked explanation and plain stupid lies that make me cringe thinking back to it. The reckless emotion controlled state I'd displayed reminded me of Sam, to my discomfort. A lot, infact.

For year Evo had been closed to not just the public, but admins as well. After the final bunch of members had died the server was effectively shut down from the reach of anyone who could want to enter for two reasons. The most obvious, a fear that the watchers would still be there or that they had established a city or civilization of some form on Evo. And the second reason which was after so much tampering with the code and world/ player generation, the world was, to put it mildly, significantly unstable. The server was prone to frequent crashes, item disappearance at random, and randomly occuring death. In one instance when the server was first explored by a team of players not even a year after these events had taken place, one of the players had died and not respawned which should've been impossible since it wasn't a perma death server. But alas, till many many years later when the defects of the server had become mild it became open as a tourist attraction of sorts.

I found it sick, the prospect of people walking through Evo perhaps trying to sympathize, imagine the pure utter
unrepeatable primal fear that left such a heart wrenching feeling of dread that all you can do is sob. Maybe they walk through the nearly constructed paths following their jolly tour guide who'd occasionally stop and point, "Oh, this is where watchers struck some of the Evo members homes, destroying them." And maybe some idiotic person who pretends they can even fathom such a level understanding and presence in the events of Evo to even begin a mild degree of sympathy might coo, "Oh how sad." "Hmm...how awful it must've been, having your home taken away." "A pity. Yes, such a pity. I give my respects." I'm bitter. Evo should've never been turned into some money snatching business of tourists, the only acceptable thing should've been to turn it into maybe a graveyard or memorial of some sorts.

I'm ranting.

People on Hermit craft now thought I had a brother who I deeply missed, they asked about him alot. It was so repetitive I got irritated and started avoiding social gatherings at some point just to escape the constant mention of "Xelqua." As much irritating as this is id be lying if I said I'd be even more upset if everyone had just moved on and not expressed any sort of apologies or care. I loved Hermitcraft..I wish Taurtis could've been here with me. He deserves this level of belonging and care... safety.