[✓] roadtrip ~ hc
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 14m
Complete, First published Jul 05, 2021
What Xisuma wanted to come out of his little competition was some kindness to his community, a good 200 bucks for a local charity of the winners choosing. What he didn't expect to come out of it? 

He didn't expect everyone who signed up to cross the finish line as a different person.

...

"I've never seen Bdubs that mad..."

"Can I.. er.. put my hands on yours?"

"You gotta ask him out while we're here man!"

"Sorry I... I get in my head when I'm nervous."

"I can't lose my best friend this way."

"I just talked to Rendog. Holy shit I just talked to Rendog."

"Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles for you, Tango!"

"I genuinely have no clue what's going on."

"Just ask him for his number, it's that easy!"

"He's going to drive straight into us-"

...

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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.)