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This is my one and probably only longform essay about hermitcraft, I hope you enjoy
Part 1: my introduction to Minecraft
I first found Minecraft from a friend who had pocket edition on his phone at recess, he let me play for a few minutes, and those first few minutes fueled an obsession. I was raised on LEGO and Lincoln logs, of course I was going to love it. I spent the next few months convincing my parents to buy me the pocket edition on my tablet. After a long time, they forked over the 6.99 and I was off. My creativity spread over several weeks building Star Wars ships on a flat world. After a few more weeks of convincing my sister joined me on my first survival world. I spent a long time digging holes. Then I began to wonder, did anyone else play Minecraft?
Part 2: the early days
In YouTube, I began to be my constant search for Minecraft builds and content. In my first months, i bounced around between various creators, many of whom’s videos I found interesting yet not the creators themselves. I did eventually settle with a Minecraft creator by the name of Unspeakablegaming, who’s videos at the time I found very intriguing.
After following several of his series over the course of several months, I began to realize I was slowly leaving the demographic of his videos and consequently his energy and the nature of the majority of his videos began to irritate me until I completely stopped watching them.
This was around 2016, when I began looking for something I could be invested in. It was then when I encountered a YouTuber by the name of Mumbo Jumbo. While I, was by no means a redstoner, and would realistically be even less inclined to follow his tutorials as I played in pocket edition, his videos nonetheless were endlessly entertaining for me.
I endlessly waited for each new redstone tutorial while being somewhat disappointed when I would instead see an episode of Hermitcraft. Remembering the SMPs that Unspeakablegaming had participated, in the past, I finally worked up the courage to watch one.
I still remember the very first one, it was in the first third of season 5, Mumbo was working his way through his villager farm, and I couldn’t believe it, it was still Mumbo, *faffing about* doing his thing. And I watched his videos, until the end busting with Iskall. Until that moment he hadn’t even interacted with anyone else on the server, and it was a magical moment, they interacted naturally, it wasn’t scripted it was just friends hanging out and playing Minecraft.
Part 3: Hermitcraft season 6-7
I ended season 5 of hermitcraft and began excitedly awaiting season 6. It was at this point I began to look back at other hermitcraft members, including scar and iskall, and so when Hermitcraft season 6 started, I was watching well over half the whitelist (take that hermitcraft recap!). as the season progressed i settled into a few hermitcraft members i enjoyed watching, and continued on through civil war, area 77 and Demise.
it was then that my world changed, yes the world changed. 28 of February 2020
As the new semester of school began, and the new season of hermitcraft began, my enthusiasm for school hit an all time low, and then as we all know the news of cruise ships being docked and the words pandemic and disease became more than words in textbooks about the black plague or the Spanish flu. As darkness and chaos raged throughout the world, Season 7 started. I watched and listened to nearly every stream, watched every episode and clung to that joy that I experienced watching it.
The insistent optimism from all the hermits that propelled season 7 into being a refuge from the storm. Much of the success of hermitcrafts rise to popularity came from these days and months, as homebound cities and nations, and myself included looked a bit lost, but found happiness and hope in the hermits.
For months I enjoyed, the world slowly turning back to normal, I finished up my last year of high school and I knew I would be going to serve a mission for my church, meaning I probably wouldn’t see the last of season 8
Part 4: Season 8
Season 7 ending brought even more excitement and anticipation for some of my favorite creators who towards the end of the season stopped uploading.
Season 8 began with the voice chat, with the appearance of two new hermits and a whole lot of fun. During these months I began working full time, although the nature of my job allowed me to listen to a large majority of the streams, impulse, Gem, and Iskall became constant as I worked, and they worked alongside me. They were days never to be forgotten.
And then, my day to leave drew closer. The big moon plot reached its climax and end as the world exploded, just as I was about to leave. It had been great, I still cherish memories of listening to them talk during long hours stocking shelves, or in the mornings before work to see what crazy things they had come up with.
I missed all of season 9. I returned home late December 2023, just as it ended. As they said their last goodbyes to season ninfinity.
Now with the start of season 10, and the inclusion of yet another two hermits, hi Skizz, hi Joel, all I can hope for, and much of what I have seen from the community is the same positivity. I have continued enjoying their videos and streams, while I’m working and at home.
Part 5: Conclusion
The world of hermitcraft is beyond the invididual seasons, it is the community. Hermitcraft is all of us. It is all the positivity, all the genuine energy they bring in everything they do.
For those who don’t know them, I invite you to come in and take a seat. And for those who already know, enjoy, and remember. We may wish for the past, but They make the future a little sweeter. What the future hold is not certain, but as long as there is a Welcome back Miners and Crafters, it will be okay
He looked at the statue of his lady fair, well, he supposed, not his. maybe in another time, another life. Yet, not so much in her hair or her body, but her eyes, they held him bound in a single moment, and even after gazing into their pools and shadows, he could not escape, he knew these eyes. The eyes of his fair lady, his Juliet, his Yin, his other half
Far out beyond this memory, as if the scratching of a small animal or perhaps only the footsteps of a memory, that crept in and out, as ones nose when they unfocused their eyes, but, when he pursued it, it vanished as shadows vanish between cracks and crevices as light shone in.
He pondered throughout the day, losing his concentration only to sort his jumble of stuff. A memory crept in, a wild animal, curious of the light of the fire, but not daring to be seen. This single thought drew nearer and nearer to the fire, and he gingerly offered a cracker, and then a cup of tea. He sat opposite of it, and began to see it more clearly, well defined ears and a jaw, teeth, and those eyes, which yearned to be explored, to be understood.
the ocean he said all at once, and this animal scurried off into the night. c
What about the ocean, he said to the flames.
the flames only crackled, and disappeared, leaving him to hum, and wonder, and reflect.
Opening his wings, he shot off to Gem's lighthouse, around the mountain. She was the most intriguing of neighbors, but also the best of stories.
Pausing only for a moment to greet her, he blurted out, quiet suddenly, the ocean!
Humming while arranging various bottles and knickknacks, she looked up, inquisitively wondering if he'd truly lost the last 2 of his marbles.
You… you can’t do that!! He strains against his bonds. Fur and muscle against hard steel. He looks in awe as all around him burns. Fire dances through the trees in seconds claiming the fortress he’d loved and protected.
And his queen, his beloved queen struck down in the fray. He was barely coherent. They were supposed to be heroes.
Vowing with all the loyalty he possessed to his queen and their people, he would have his revenge.
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guysss! Remembering my Inward writes deep brooding thoughts arc from watching last life cerca December 2021
He knew that Etho was in pain for Bdubs.
Skizz, was gone. The castle was lonely. The scars of battle ran deep on the walls and into the ground. He left flowers at the Roctopus, for Skizz. While his actual grave lied in the middle of the battle grounds, he wanted a peaceful spot for Skizz to be remembered- Tango
She was gone. He’d dealt with death, when the voices summoned him, he delivered it harshly and without question. But this was different. Scar visited, their mountain in ashes. Scar and him were more alike than different, so he didn’t recoil as Joel leaned in and cried on his shoulder. -Joel
Without armor or protection, he picked himself off the battlefield and made the long walk to the top of the mountain once again. Guilt hung heavily on his shoulders, and seeing Joel in pain made it worse. They held each other for a while. -Scar
He was the last of the Southlands besides Grian. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to look at that man that had betrayed everyone. Mumbo and Jimmy were gone. Impulse had shrunk in battle, and now lay dead as well, they had no graves. He sat in the wreck of the southlands, and sang to himself. - Martyn
He’d done it. The Southlands which he’d loved so much destroyed in a few seconds. There was blood on his hands. The fields of the Southlands were empty. The watchtowers vacant. The voices had nearly drowned them in their cries, but now only silence. -Grian
He reflected on the earlier times. When they’d bicker about their base, or just embrace in a hug. He looked at himself in the mirror, and the man who’d faced down the Wither, shed a single tear. -Etho
His heart sank. He had loved their alliance, so much. Ren and him visited Lizzie’s grave. To pay respect to their leader. –Big B
