For some reason, the shift in the season had caused more changes than usual. The shape shifting admin took a semi-permanent anthropomorphic bee form, one half of the capitalist demon fairies took the form of a wizard (and lost his pants) and the ice queen lost her crown to a man who looked suspiciously like he would teach an anime protagonist. But possibly the strangest change, not that I am biased or anything, was what happened to me.
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When I broke through the barrier into the new world, leaving the rocket behind and just being at the mercy of the boat on the giant open ocean, I was asleep, so I couldn't see exactly how it happened. But it happened. And thankfully splashing down from the rocket to the sea filled the bottom few inches with water, because it was what kept me alive.
When I woke up it was a bit after dawn, there were distant birds chirping their merry little songs and nature excitedly waking up around. I wanted to wake up, explore the fancy gray dirt of the island I washed onto. Then I noticed.
Silvery shine over a red color so light it could pass for pink was all I could see and then my lack of legs. My first feeling was obviously panic. I actually yelled. Well, it was more of a girly scream, but let's not cloud the subject. "I'm a fish!" I shouted, looking at the scales on the long tail, pulling my sweater up a ways to see how far they went. I saw the slits on my sides, gills?, that sat half in the water that filled the boat and almost gagged, so I pulled my sweater higher, looking away from the new holes. Thankfully, no starfish covered my chest. Thinking more, Cleo was right in mistaking my head for that of a cod, and I made a mental note to apologize to her and give her five points in the game that had ended long before.
I shake my head and start my first level of experimenting. "Land," I say out loud, pulling myself onto the island and looking at a red cow. For the first few seconds it was fine, I pulled myself a little way onto the shore and then I felt like I was choking. "Water," I frantically gasp out in a panic, attempting to flop back into the sea like a beached whale.
I was just a little too late and the pain grew too much. I blacked out, waking not much later just below the water's surface. I had died, sent back to world spawn and now.. Well, now what? I could breathe under water and died on the land, so that makes me some sort of fish now? Hermitcraft gets weirder and weirder every day. Curiosity got the vetter of me and I looked at my death message on my communicator, which thankfully is waterproof.
Grian suffocated.
It didn't say that I suffocated in a wall so I know that no sand had fallen on my head. It was a death message I hadn't seen before and it confused a few people. Mainly Mumbo and Scar had questions. Grian didn't want to cloud the chat with a halfhearted explanation that he didn't even understand so he asked the duo to come to Spawn. Mumbo was quick to say that he and Iskall were on their way but it took a moment for Scar to join in and head over. The smartest way to do it would be to break your bed, put away your stuff and die, but after a few moments of watching the time, it looked like they had to go with the much more complex method of walking or rowing a boat over. Who knows how long it would take.
For being later to respond, Scar was the first one to show up with Mumbo and Iskall only a fee moments after him. They stood together on the spawn island, looking kind of awkward. Though their talking was muffled by the water, I could hear them asking about me. So I lifted my head from the water, channeling my inner prairie dog. The Scar that I knew wasn't standing there and frankly, neither of my former coworkers really looked like they should have. "Did everyone change this extremely?"
The Scar, clad in a purple cloak turned and saw me, he jumped up almost a full meter into the air. "What the hell? Why are you in the water?" Mumbo, looking far more disheveled than his normally pristine self, caught curiosity and knelt down on the side of the sandy island. His eyes caught the tail and then widened enough to rival Keralis, making him back up and knock over Mumbo. "What is that!?" His voice sounded even more confused than before, so I tried to explain everything that had happened to the best of my ability.
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Now I live in the lake next to Scar's snail. I went to the center of the lake and would catch fish, delivering them and then exchanging them for wheat. Then, in the true style of myself, I would steal more. The landscaping professional connected that lake all over the jungle, keeping me connected to Iskall and Mumbo as well. My shop in the Cowmercial district was going pretty well, luckily connecting and existing in a body of water.
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Xisuma, though he tried his best, couldn't figure out how I went from being an angel in the last world to a merman in this one.
But it's fine, because now I kick ass at swimming instead of flying.
