The Lion Sleeps Tonight - A Hermitcraft Fanfic

Klaxons

Entry number one.

This it, then.
This is how it all begins.
This is the beginning of our glorious tale.

We found this jungle, and have set up shop. We made these cool blankets out of leaves. The other three are asleep right now. But me? I've decided to document our glorious conquest.

It hasn't started well, to be fair. We had cave troubles, resource troubles, all that. But we're over it, and stronger for it. Our battle begins at sunrise. And we will surely win.

I keep on having this itch, right on my shoulder. I hope there aren't mosquitoes or anything.

Long live the nHo,
BDoubleO100

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Scar groaned as his alarm went off, rolling out of bed. He stretched, almost cat-like (he'd probably picked it up from Jellie), and got ready to start to day. He put on his uniform for his role as Captain Angry Eyes, and set off for Area 77. And then he realised he had his casual hat on. He flew back and quickly changed it.

He and Doc sat down and discussed the state of affairs in Hermitcraft, from the continued existence of the Bros to the random flying elder guardian that had landed in Falsewell. They were just agreeing that they should get the HIB on a lot of the cases when the kind of alarm people don't like going off went off.

As they rushed down to the hangar, Scar involuntarily covered his ears with his hat. The alarms were coming from Scar's pet's kennel, s3, where the door was broken down, water spilling out. Not good. Wet footsteps led out the hangar door. Scar and Doc nodded at each other, Scar magically turned off the alarms, and they followed the trail.

They tracked the trail all the way through Falsewell, through Hermit Land, past Demise Dares and up to the Nether portal. Doc and Scar glanced at each other, and followed the creature into the hellish dimension. They only realised that the trail would have evaporated after they got through. Thankfully, the thing was heavy enough to leave footprints in netherrack.

The trail of footprints, then smudged lumps of netherrack, led them all the way to a portal that was too familiar to the both of them. The place where the ConVex had crashed in the start of the season. The place where the damn thing had first been picked up. A jungle that sent shivers down Doc's spine when he saw it.

Now, neither of them would usually be the type to be scared of anything. But here, now, they needed another to find the courage to go through the Nether portal. Each closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped through the glowing purple portal, bracing themselves for whatever awaited them on the other side.

They opened their eyes to jungle. Scar picked his way through the undergrowth to the Vexes' shipwreck, to gather the supplies they needed to confront the creature in an environment neither of them had any control over. Weapons, food, tin foil hats and suchlike. Their standard alien-hunting gear. They really should've changed into their HIB outfits. This was a job for no other.

They carefully made their way up the winding path into the jungle. The plants rustled with the kind of life that have the two Area 77 officials the vibe that this jungle wasn't your average vanilla biome. Unfamiliar vines grew down from the trees. Unfamiliar birds called from above. Unfamiliar animals ran past them, brushing up against their legs. How were they going to find Scar's pet in all this?

And so it begins...

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!