Current Universe: OS2w
"Bye G!" Iskall waved as he walked backwards through the nether portal.
After fixing Sahara for the millionth time, Iskall needed a well needed break doing some work on his villager vending machine of doom. The purple-ness quickly was blinked out of his vision without a second thought and he headed to his mushroom island. What Iskall wasn't expecting, however, was the ambient sound of nether portals blasting into his eardrums. What was normally slightly annoying was now turned onto max volume, contained entirely in his ears.
Iskall stumbled forward, hands over his ears. Neither helped. The sound did eventually subside on its own, luckily. Iskall's first thought was 'oh gosh I'm going deaf'. That wasn't the case, as a ghast floated up next to him and loudly shot a fire ball at him. Iskall instinctively slayed the ghast and went on his way, hoping that was a sound glitch or something. Are sound glitches a thing? Probably.
Okay, that's a problem. A big problem. Iskall had been hunched over his mushroom island portal for the last 20 minutes, trying desperately to light it with his slowly breaking flint and steel.
"Why won't this thing work!" Iskall shouted to no one in particular.
Eventually he gave up trying to light the portal, steeling himself for a massive rubberband of the server. Mumbo must've made a melon sphere again. Maybe he should try to see if anyone else was stuck in the nether as well.
Iskall had almost given up trying to find anyone when he spotted a player out of the corner of his eye. Looping back with his elytra, he landed near a thoughtful looking Scar. Sitting himself down next to Scar on the ledge overlooking a large lava ocean, Iskall watched Scar almost fall off the edge in shock.
"You need to tell me before you scare me like that!" he gasped, catching his breath.
"So I'm guessing your stuck in here too?"
"Yeah, I've checked every portal, made new ones, nothing."
"So, what do we do?"
Scar seemed to think for a second. He turned back towards the glowing lava and frowned.
"According to my calculations, we have about an hour until we succumb to the heat" Scar said slowly, as if he wasn't sure he should say it.
"So your telling me, we have less than an hour before we die."
"Pretty much, yeah"
Iskall huffed and threw a handful of netherrack into the bubbling lava. That was not what he was expecting to be wasting his afternoon doing. He supposed he would respawn afterwards, but no one had ever died of staying in the nether too long. Who knew what would happen to them.
"Don't give up hope," Scar spoke hopefully, "maybe X is just doing like a Nether chunk reset?"
"What, so we get erased from existance? That sounds much better" Iskall said half-heartedly. The optimistic smile fell off of Scar's face as he realised the implications of a reset in a chunk they were in.
"Why don't we just throw ourselves into the lava? We'll respawn right? Scar questioned, trying to grasp for any hope.
"Considering I can seem to contact anyone in the overworld, and ender chests don't seem to be functioning, I'd say that might not be the best idea"
Iskall groaned. There seemed to be no way out other than a slow and painful demise.
"We should probably head back to the hub, if the portals start working again we should probably know." Scar reasoned.
The two headed back to hub in silence. They could already feel the heat affecting them, skin red and mouths dry. At least they were exploring something that hadn't been done before. The hot up drafts of the dimension helped suspend their almost broken elytra, and no ghasts or blazes got too close. That was the extent of the optimism Iskall could muster. The situation they were in was horrible. Iskall couldn't get the energy to say anything to Scar, so the only sounds were the bubbling lava and oinking pigmen below them.
Only a couple of minutes passed before Iskall's robotic eye shut down. The clunking noise made Scar look at him inquisitively. He pointed to his eye. Half blind was no way to fly over lava, but the hub was almost in view. The red cloudiness of the nether gave way to the solid black chunk that was the outside of the nether hub.
By this point, the two Hermits both had pounding headaches and wanted to land as quickly as possible. Making a rushed landing onto the coloured glass below, they collapsed on the floor. The hub wasn't much cooler than the rest of the Nether, but there was a noticeable difference to the two. The nether portals surrounding them were all unlit, not surprisingly.
It just keeps getting worse. The room seemed to spin, and noises of nether portals activating taunted Iskall. The portals weren't lit, and just turning his head seemed to make everything worse. He was vaguely aware of Scar sitting somewhere to his right, or is it his left? Iskall didn't know. He didn't really care, he was more focused on staying conscious. That was getting harder by the second.
Another sound of a portal opening. A figure Iskall couldn't quite make out, or remember. Being dragged through said portal. Cold. Since when was the overworld so cold? Huh. Blackness. Fading to blackness. Cold and dark. That's nice.
A/n
Angst time. How'd I do?
