Grian

"They were playing a game, they called it a game, it was one he couldn’t win. He played anyway." ----- Grian's been running for a long time, and knowing him, he's going to be caught eventually.

Things were getting... weird on the Hermitcraft server again. Though Mumbo wasn't sure he could say they were bad weird. Just weird. Several hermits had accidently gotten hurt pretty badly lately and found themselves safely tucked away before anything could happen to them after passing out. Which was nice. Weird, but nice. That and maybe a little concerning the first few times.

Grian was very excited when he finally arrived at the new world. As the hermits had been preparing the move, they had decided to add some new tweaks to spice things up for their seventh season. With a brand new list of achievements, it was only natural for some friendly competition of who could stay at the top of the leaderboard to spring up between the close-knit group of friends. “I challenge you to complete the list. By the end of the season, you gotta get every… single... achievement. Are you up for it?” "Challenge accepted."

Grian accidentally manages to get onto the Hermitcraft server in horrible shape, only to get found by a couple of the Hermits so they get him help. Grian is less than enthusiastic about being around so many new alphas and wonders when things are going to go really wrong. WE'RE GETTING A REWRITE/FINISHING THIS PEOPLE, IT'S HAPPENING.

AU in which demons are from the Nether, humans are from the overworld, and angels hail from the End. Elytras don't exist; only angels can fly. But there are legends, tales of the very bravest of souls that have crossed the chasm between worlds, and come back with wings of their own, granted the power to be seen as an angel. Grian finds himself tempted, to find them for himself and no longer have to suffer the judgement of being a demon.What he doesn't know, though - there are no wings that do not already belong to another. And though he may have found what he was searching for, he may come to regret his decision when the angel whose wings he unintentionally stole turns out to be his new neighbor.

After Grian disappears without a trace, the Hermits band together to try and get him back. But with one of the core rules of their reality changed for the worse and a mysterious adversary lurking in the shadows, how long can they last before they, too, are caught in the spider's web?

Mumbo didn’t full and truly panic until the moment that Grian passed out. Concerned when he arrived to see his friend so clearly in pain? Sure. Upset to find out Grian had been hiding this from him for the entire season? Yeah. Nauseated when he saw the dark bruising and blood spread across Grian’s back? Yes. Bloody terrified when he thought Grian’s previous captors may have something to do with this? Absolutely. But panic didn’t set in until Grian was slumped unconscious in his arms....or, grian’s past with the watchers comes back to bite him in the form of his wings (and his mental state), mumbo wants to be a good friend, doc is traumatized, scar needs a break, xisuma and stress are just trying to keep them all alive, and pearl is… well, is she?...or, alternatively, grian wing angst go brrrr

…Mumbo? He sees the man rush up his stairs, followed by the rest of Boatem and Xisuma. Anxiety fills his body with dread. What did I mess up this time? He sat up but before he could ask them anything, he felt his consciousness pulling him down. His vision goes dark....Grian got hit by a virus that traps him in some of his darkest memories. The Hermits get into his head and try to pull him out. But what will they find while trying to do exactly so?Pearl's conflicted with new information about her past friends and brother.

The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's no one they trust more than each other. “Go!” Grian shouts as the monster charges, putting his whole force into the blow. Scar watches, frozen stiff as Grian fights until blood and gore and viscera mark the creature up like a Pollock painting. “What are you waiting for?!” Grian snaps when he finally notices that Scar is still standing there. He grips his weapon tight and attacks a final time, slamming the zombie down—good and dead—and standing panting over top of it, strained but victorious. He starts rushing from the scene, calling back for Scar over his shoulder. “Run!” And in a way that’s as familiar to him as breathing, Scar chases after him.

“Alright.” Joel had been quiet since the mention of the watchers, and when he spoke now he sounded tired. “So, the Watchers took us all and dumped us on a random server with no clear way to leave, is that about right? And we have life game mechanisms in place.”“Sounds about right.” Grian nodded wearily.“Well, fine. All we need to do is be careful and not die, yeah? Seems simple enough. Just focus on staying safe, gearing up, and trying to get home. And the admins will surely be looking for us.”Grian looked around at the birch clearing, then up at the sky, sun blazing overhead. “I mean, it sounds fine in theory… but these are the Watchers we’re talking about. Who knows why they sent us here. And surely they have some sort of trick up their sleeve.” OR, Twelve players find themselves stuck on an island filled with unknown mobs and life-game mechanisms. How are they gonna get themselves out of this one?

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