Not Every Corner can be Watched - Hermitcraft Fanfiction

Not Every Corner can be Watched - Hermitcraft Fanfiction

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Eyes. Constantly watching, through security cameras or tracking your location with a small mandatory wristwatch. Constant assessments, constant judgement. There's no place you can be free of the forever evaluations of your morality, at least, not until the system glitched. It was quickly patched up, the public barely having an ear to the situation, the bug only a rumor to the curious. But, it left a small, secluded area where one could not be watched, the cameras frozen and the point system broken. And this is where the Hermits would meet every week, a group dedicated to stopping the unjust and overbearing organization. A Hermitcraft fanfiction dedicated to bringing to light a situation happening in China. *SHIP FREE* Warning: Includes anarchy, blood, possible death, strong language, and more.
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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.)

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