Prologue

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Yes, this will still be set in Season 7. 

It was midnight on the Hermitcraft server. All sensible hermits were asleep. 23 of the not-sensible hermits were also asleep. 

Xisuma was awake. 

Awake, and fiddling with the mods. He wanted to add something new. Something exciting - like the ability to dinnerbone players or set spawn without a bed. It didn't even need to be useful. Just unique. 

So he scrolled through the list, until one caught his eye. 

It was written in galactic, but a constantly changing galactic. Whatever it was... it wasn't normal. But it certainly filled the criteria of unique. 

Xisuma pressed the button for more information. More changing galactic. None of the words made sense. It was probably because he was tired. Normally, he could understand the language perfectly. And why would there be something harmful on the list? None of the other ones were. 

With only a small hesitation, he downloaded it. 

Glitching. 

Flashes of light. 

Communicator malfunctioning.


The world went dark. 

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