The Lion Sleeps Tonight - A Hermitcraft Fanfic
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  • Reads 3,068
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  • Parts 29
  • Time 1h 35m
Complete, First published Feb 08, 2020
When Scar's 'pet' escapes Area 77 and flees to the jungle where it was found, Doc and Scar follow in hot pursuit.

When BDubs keeps on getting these strange dreams, containing coordinates, he and Keralis embark upon a journey together to find what his mind is trying to tell him.

When Iskall and Tomato Yoshi both vanish without a trace, Sherlock Cub and Renson set out to find them, even to far-away shores if needed.

The three groups soon find themselves chasing each other's trails, and all the while something far, far more sinister is going on in the background.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight..

(I tried to put the lyrics to End of the World by REM here but there wasn't enough space. So um yeah.)
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When trying to repair a mysteriously obsidian-clogged conduit, Impulse suddenly sees what appears to be a shark. Confused, he swims closer to get a better look... oh no. That's not a shark. As the creature tightens its hold on the server, bringing more and more of the Hermits under its control, and Tango turns up scared and with a broken arm, the message starts to become apparent: Trust no one. Not even your friends. Especially not your friends. After all, that leaves you Playing Open-Handed. This book is a sequel to another of my stories, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, but you don't necessarily need to read that to understand most of what happens. Enjoy! --- Story by me Inspiration and characters from Hermitcraft Witty comments (but actually not the lore this time) with help from ausforyou (Okay, this time I'm gonna put a monologue from Henry V because why the hell not, nobody reads this far into the description anyway: Thus says my king to Harry of England: Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep. We could have rebuked you at Harfleur, but that we thought it not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe. Therefore, consider of your ransom, which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost and the disgrace we have digested, which in weight to re-assess, England's pettiness would bow under. Indeed, your own person, kneeling at our feet, is but a weak and worthless satisfaction of our losses. To this, add defiance: you hath betrayed your followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So much my king and master bids tell you, so much my office.)