#askbloblos

Ah, Generikb, the guy who founded Hermitcraft because he couldn't get into Mindcrack, a popular SMP at the time. He gathered his friends and they started playing together and posting it all on YouTube. But wait, they can't play forever, right? Plus, Generik finally got a chance to get into Mindcrack, a dream come true for him!

So they end their first season and almost abandon Hermitcraft. Almost. Someone suggests an idea to make another season! Xisuma takes the idea and becomes the main admin of the SMP, starting season 2. And I'm so glad he did! If he hadn't done that, neither of us wouldn't be sitting here, waiting for Season 9 to start.

Fast forward a few years and Mindcrack has officially ended. Some of its members, like Doc and Bdubs, end up on Hermitcraft. Generik? I genuinely have no idea.

As far as I'm aware, he doesn't fit into Hermitcraft's family-friendly theme and his reputation right now is,,, yeah. He basically stole Vault Hunters modpack and streamed it as his own. It was just before the ending of Season 7 and beginning of Season 8. "What did he do in the beginning of Season 8?", you might ask. Well, he made lots of tweets about returning to Hermitcraft, and after Season 8 officially began he even went as far as streaming on the same seed as hermit's world with fake chat which showed hermits logging on/off and chatting to each other. Jevin was streaming at the same time, on the real Hermitcraft server, so people quickly caught the lie.

That sounds fucked up enough, doesn't it? But wait, remember that he was streaming everything on Twitch? With donations, subscriptions (you need to pay for those) and whatnot? Yeah, he got money for that. I think he said he'd donate them to some kind of charity? I don't remember, don't really care.

And now he does the same thing he did last time. He seems to love the idea that he's the, THE founder of Hermitcraft. And y'know what? He should make another SMP at this point. Without stealing modpacks and baiting people with already existing SMP's.

— What "Ren"?! I know I'm Ren, dude, always has been! Where the heck are we, Doc! Did that portal even work?! I feel way too light and I hate it! Why are we just floating here in the total darkness as if we fell into the void?! Are we even alive?!

— Ren! Calm down!

— I'M TRYING, DOC, I'M TRYING!

Ren got shushed by a sudden hug. Doc wasn't a person of physical touch, but right now he figured this was the only solution. And he was right: Ren stopped his rambling and grabbed onto Doc's coat like his life depended on it, slightly shaking. He pet Ren's head and his fluffy ears as gently as his mechanical arm could, receiving shaky breaths and muffled silent whimpers.

Minutes passed by, and when Doc was almost sure Ren calmed down, he started to lose his sensations. He opened his eyes and tried to grab Ren again, only to come through him, as if he was a ghost.

— What the... — Doc pushed his hand on his chest, sliding right through it, fingers coming out of the spine. He jolted his arm out and turned back to Ren, who desperately tried to feel touch again, poking at his limbs and failing every time.

— Doc? — dog hybrid panicked and crumbled into a ball, unable to feel anything with his ghostly body, — I think we died when we jumped through the portal. We didn't make it out alive, we--

A choked inhale escaped Ren's lungs and he coughed, holding onto his mouth and stomach in an attempt not to cough out his lungs. He was breathing heavily as he realized that he could feel his limbs again. Grabbing onto his arms, ears, it finally occurred to him that he was in some sort of tube, as if he was a lab experiment. He looked out, fists on the glass, trying to comprehend what's going on. He saw other hermits. They, too, seemed confused and lost.

— Wait, Renbob? — Ren's voice fell deafened from his dry mouth, a slight haze filling his mind, — Renbob, can you he- — he yawned. His eyelids felt a hundred times heavier, his legs didn't seem to be able to hold him any longer, — Can you hear me, Renbob?! Why am I so... so sleepy all of a sudden...

— Puppy! — his grin was wide and joyous as he looked at Hypno, waiting for his reaction. The man with a bandana chuckled and carefully took the little puppy on his hands, letting it rest in his arms.

— Puppy..! Yaay..! — he exclaimed quietly as the little one drifted into sleep. Xb squeaked, his smile somehow growing even wider. Hypno looked away from the tiny fluffball in his arms, — Where'd you get him?

— Aw, y'know, found him, — Xb hid his arms behind his back and grinned, — It's not like there's shortage of wolves around here.

— You stole it from the wolves?! — Hypno's voice was still quiet, almost as if the sleeping pupper could hear and understand him.

— Can we keep him? Please? — Xb completely ignored the question and looked into Hypno's eyes.

— No.

— Please?!

— Xb where do you even plan on leaving him--

— I made him a little bed! I mean, with the help of Stress, but still!

— FINE, okay, he can stay. As long as the wolves you stole him from won't come after our backs.