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that's why you see the other worlds at night way better.

the hermits would help a stich-like alien in any possible scenario. it's the part of their culture, their social expectations, their morals, their characters. but it wouldn't be their will. and if the watchers eventually came for him, both grian and the hermits would have no agency in the disaster that just happened to fall on their heads.

now, compare it to the world where grian chose to be a watcher. where grian chose to never tell anyone about what happened. where the hermits chose grian, and where grian chose them. and where several years later, grian chose to create the death games -- but didn't know what he'd done. the world where the watchers fooled grian and took their souls.

imagine the big reveal. the hermits discover what happened. will they blame grian? will they blame themselves for letting it happen? or will they blame themselves for letting grian in?

garrett the garbage man, a veteran and a perfect-score champion of the video games' age dawn, owns a vintage game shop he refuses to renovate because he's lost his faith in modern gamedev... minecraft is the most played game on the planet, can you believe that? stupid game with stupid blocks for 3-6yearsolds. there used to be proper games and proper gamers. he'll bear his legacy forever even if it means losing everything he owns, including the shop.

but he appears in the minecraft world against his will. and meets steve. The Steve. the stupid face he saw on every elementary schooler's backpack. and he has to come in terms with cooperating with him if he wants to leave this dreadful game.

the more they spend time together, the more garrett sees the unexpected depth in steve's character. steve's life is about creativity and freedom. steve fails so much yet he always starts everything over again. and it slowly infects garrett -- the man who can't imagine a game without a score, a score without a competition and a competition without a victory. steve's creativity is purposeless, philosophically speaking. steve has no purpose but to be himself. and it's charming. garrett comes to a realisation -- it's been decades since he actually wanted to be a champion. he wants to be himself. and he doesn't mind being himself with steve. the stupid face in the stupid game with the stupid blocks on every backpack. he can't believe it.

at the same time, steve actually finds a puprose. he's never seen anything beyond the woods, the plains, the villages. all his creativity was random -- build this, build that, make yourself a safe home and never has a single trouble again. it's getting boring pretty soon. he's a skilled survivor, so what? does he really want to live a careless life without a challenge? with garrett, he has to go deeper; in the caves, in the nether, in the mansion. he feels the spark. he takes on garrett's challenges in legolas-gimli style. they have so much fun in places steve used to avoid in the established comfort of his own world. it makes him want to create things that are actually useful for their adventure. it makes him crave garrett's company.

and the poem reads:

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

and i can't stop thinking about what a great point it can be for minecraft characters. all of them were born alone, in a singleplayer world. none of them have ever seen their mother. they had to survive and learn and grow all by themselves. but they all believe in different things.

some of them wouldn't care about the poem at all, considering it outdated and irrelevant. some of them has never read it, has never even heard of it.

some of them would believe this is fiction that exists to comfort lonely souls and give meanings to their lives. because there's a chance you'll spend your etenrity in a singleplayer world, never connecting to another soul.

some of them would believe they actually have a mother. some would try to find her across the world and the universe. some would even believe they've found her. some would lie to others that they have. some would imagine what she's like. for some this image would be comforting, as it would be discomforting for others. some would blame her for bringing them into the universe. some would talk to her in an internal monologue. some would believe this myth but slowly grow out of their attachment. and some would see parental figures in the souls they've found along the way.