dazai osamu/nakahara chuuya (bungou stray dogs)

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 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.

“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?