A fallen server. A group of immortal cultists to blame A few survivors left, facing the wreckage and a hunt to find each other. Included SMPS: -Empires -Hermitcraft -Evo -Third life/last life -probably some DSMP references

Sit down and get youself a hot cup of tea while I tell you a tale. A tale of someone who suffered, someone who lost battels but also of someone who celebrated of someone who won wars. Now be quiet for I am going to tell you the tale of an Evolutionist.

Hey so here's an idea I had in mind. This story takes place on the Hermitcraft season 7 server and all the hermits are thrown into a war after gaining special abilities. But not is all that it seems. Maybe it's something much more... I guess some things are out of your control. This is my first story so definitely gonna be cringe and some shipping... sorry not sorry... Art is not mine. Hope you enjoy!

December 31st. The cursed day. While most families were still enjoying the cheers of christmas, 30 kids, no more, no less would be taken from their homes. They would be trained to become watchers- powerful being with a heart as hard as bedrock, and a soul harder than obsidian. Surely Techno and Grian weren't chosen? But luck was never on their side. TWs: Blood, torture, mentioned suicide, kidnapping, panic attacks, self harm. No shipping, only brother-like relationships for close characters.

~Complete~ "Watchers, if Xelqua had to explain them, he would say that they are the unseen entity that looked over servers and protected them from the shadows. They were the ones that filled the empty sky and kept the players safe from what the Admins couldn't stop. They were the protectors that stayed unseen where the Gods were quiet. He and the others were told that we were the lucky few to be chosen. That they were to become the greatest of the greats." Or: A normal "Being taught how to be a Watcher" story, but it slowly gets messed up as Grian realize that not everything is as it seems to be.

In a broken world , controlled by the Watchers. Where everyone gets powers after they 10. Group of friends had a great normal afternoon... Till one day something tragic happened... ---------------------- The punch broke Xelquas mask . "Grian?"- HotGuy said, looking at his opponent. He standed now knowing what to do. ------------------------ Keep in mind that it's my first story so it won't be perfect. !No ships only platonic friendship!

Grian was surrounded by the hermits, swords pointed. The boy frowned at the man in front of him, "I didn't kill him." His tone was clearly annoyed. "shut it watcher, we know your tricks." their youngest hermit who joined the server had left their server after staying a week. He was overpowered by his fellow hermits who had accused him of murder. "grian! that's grian!" the hermits who fled to find their youngest soon faced a replica of the shopping district. it was clearly deserted, yet somehow full of life. the missing hermit who they saw on a random window sill lay his head on a table, in each seat was an armour stand with different positions and different heads. this was his life for over 3 years. Updates: every 2 days lol I lied. It's every 2 weeks. Reminder; HUGE OOC on some hermits+Evo guys Confusing plot that will be cleared later that requires your patience.

Grian has been living with the Hermits for years. Long enough he thinks he has escaped his past for good. He hasn't, of course. And when his past caches up to him, the Hermits are left to pick up the pieces.

Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hooded Entity sneered, hatred evident in his glitchy voice. Ruby red eyes drilling into the player's soul. As a smile crept up to its face as it tightened its grip on the winged player. He kicked it as he held his dual swords, by his side. "If you are doing your duty, I'm going mine" He growled. It looked amused despite the inhuman face it held, wanting him to continue. "My duty as the Protector" [-----------------] Disclaimer: I had a lot of inspiration from other writers so I hope you guys understand, I will try to make this as original as possible! Thank you and enjoy the story! [-----------------] Cover drawn and edited by me

Grian is just a normal hermitcraft guy. He goes around pranking people and having fun, always with a good personality. But then something joins the server, determined to dig into Grians mind and change him forever. Grian starts hearing a voice in the back of his head. It gets deeper into his past, digging out power and an unsettling courage to corrupt things around him. Even though he already had a nag for friendly distruction this is a whole different situation. The voice is telling him to hurt hermits. Change hermits. Kill hermits. NPC Grian has come for revenge, and Grian is finding himself swayed by the voice. (This is not an Evo story although it will have mentions that Grian has been an admin. The watchers have nothing at all to do with this story, just the fact Grian has been an admin and knew some things he has forgotten. This story takes place in season 7. Not all hermits will have matching personalities to the actual hermit. This thumbnail was not created by me, it was created by Maiioz on X (forever Twitter). WARNING: Blood, depression, self-harm, death, some cussing, you know all the good stuff like that :) )