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Redstone Poisoning (a Hermitcraft fic)

Rockythegreater

Reads 40
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Parts 2
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Reads 40
Votes 6
Parts 2
Time 16m

Rockythegreater

Mature

TW: BODY HORROR, CREEPY STUFF, BLOOD AND GORE GALORE, IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING PLS DO NOT READ THIS FIC

(Note: this fic is more like a collection of oneshots rather than a straightforward story like my usual fics, so when things are wildly out of order in the timeline, that's why)

Old tales of ancient civilizations talked of a stone so strong it could produce energy, and when the modern age of miners and crafters came about, this stone was the start to a new group of players: the redstoners. Geniuses able to create machines of power far greater than any could hope to produce on their own, and at the very core of their passion was a red, glowing rock. 

But the ancient civilizations didn't touch the stones for a reason, and not because it was something unfamiliar. They knew the mineral was dangerous. They knew that the power it conducted didn't stop at machinery and tech. 

It stopped at a player's body and brain. 

Hermitcraft was a (mostly) peaceful land until something turned their most tech-savvy players into bloodthirsty beasts of unfathomable horror. Now, the survivors must learn to live a new kind of life, without their usual machinery and without some of their friends. But no matter how many stones they may leave unturned for the sake of their safety, there is one answer that they will never stop fighting for: how do you survive Redstone Poisoning?All Rights Reserved

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