stupid hermitcraft short stories

first blood (37 stabs)

Death was something that no hermit took lightly. No matter how many times a hermit died, it frightened them. What if the server experienced a bug and they didnt respawn? What if someone got hurt and experienced death at such a long endurance it killed them permanently? It's why almost everytime a hermit is hurt, they heal each other. But the first death is always the worst. Everyone had avoided death narrowly each day ending up hurt but the first death had to come soon.

And wouldn't ya know it! Mr GoodTimes was victim number one! Who else?!

It was quite unnerving.

Yet what unravelled afterwards was... admittedly hilarious

"REEEEEEEN!" Doc called from the stock exchange front as the other Male approached confused beyond compression.

"What?!" He asked.

"Why is Scar dead outside the stock exchange?!" Doc yelled at him pointing to the corpse over by the door.

"Oh hey! How did he get here?" Ren asked so painfully guilty

"Reeeen what did you do?!" Doc asked concerned for his friend.

"Nothing! Killing is my least favourite thing to do."

REN! Focus! What exactly happened!?" Doc snapped, frustrate.

"Well I was checking up on the Stock exchange,"

"Ok"

"And Scar walked by."

"Go on"

"So I walked up to him"

"(Oh boy I think I know where this is going...) ok."

"And stabbed him 37 times."

......

"REN! YOU KNOW THAT KILLS PEOPLE!"

"Wait really? Wow I... I did not know that!"

...

It has now been a 3 days and Ren's body is still missing.

Word count: 254

A nice short s**t post based off of llamas with hats. Hope you enjoyed.

Up next: death by sadness

And yet to come: pokemon alpha sapphire nuzlocke with each hermit as a pokemon.