Again, another poem. Welp........ there really is nothing for me to say so let's just proceed to the poem.
"A fishy individual"
Particles are seen across the floor
A small shadow floats
Pickles galore
Are found all over the place.
Mine and build
That's what we do
A red floating head shows up
Then disappears leaving no trace or clue.
If that surprised you enough,
A pickle stood there plain not tough.
It felt spine-chilling
No signs of any player
Though it smelled fishy
Thus it because a mystery in the hermitcraft server....
-Keichi Akechi
May your night Shine
Like the moonlight
Reflecting the sea ;)
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Crazy Hermitcraft 6 Stories ;)
FanfictionThese are just random stories of the hermitcraft season 6, (also it's confirmed that I love writing anything with Mumbo and Joe 😂) But I enjoy making stories for other hermits.
