I MISS HIM SO MUCH ALREADY

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Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?

HOLY *HELL* IS THIS AMAZING

oh yeah here’s smtn me and boy made lol

PEOPLE HAVE STARTED DYING AND I DON’T LIKE IT

omg

Oh you cannot tell me that Scar getting spooked by a sculk sensor because he 'just got out of limited life where hearing one of those means something's about to blow up' and having to assure himself that everything's fine, he's 'on Hermitcraft, the people here are nice and aren't trying to kill you and you're not trying to scam anyone and everyone is nice' does not scream 'oh shoot this character has ptsd from the death games'. >:)

"My startled nature is completely justified coming straight off limited life."

Yeah this is just in my brain now.

Last Words of all Limited Lifers

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Jimmy: Ok. I’ve got it! I’VE FALLEN!!

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Skizzleman: I have 22 minutes left and this is my final order. My time will not go to anybody else. Ties gets to the final 3. That’s it. Etho, do it.

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Joel: Scar. Scar. Sc— OH NO I MESSED IT UP! Grian, it’s not going wel—!

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Bdubs: Cle— Mom’s doing it!! Don’t worry! AHHHHHHHHHH!!

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Tango: Come on Scar! Come on Scar! Come on! Noooo! NOOOO!

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Scar: Hey wait wait wait! No no no no!! No no no! You can’t shoot a man in the back! That’s—! You just hit a man in the back! You hit a man in the back! That’s mean!

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Cleo: I didn’t realize it was you. I have 8 minutes. 8 minutes.

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BigB: Actually, I’m leaving. No. NO— I’m dead anyway. *sigh* What?

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Grian: One death and I’m out, peeps. One death. And I’m out. It’s gonna— it’s getting pretty desp— *GASP* Oh no.

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Etho: Please fall down. Please fall down. Won’t you fall down? Oh no!

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Pearl: Scott! I swear! Scott! This is not a fair—!

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Scott: We’ve all just respawned, so we’re all at full saturation. MAR—

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Impulse: WHOOOOOAH!!! WHOAH! WHOAH! WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! N—

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Martyn: Nah, I don’t wanna play this silly game. I wanna do it this way. I wanna do it exactly this way! It doesn’t matter if you’re a Mean Gill or a Bad Boy or a Neighbour or a Clocker! YOU’RE ALL GOING DOWN!! NONE of these niceties! This is a death match for a reason! OHHHHH that feels good!! Time is delicious! HAHAHAHAHA!!

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you know I think an underrated docm77 character trait is that he DOES sometimes have exactly the same sense of humor as a third grader, which is very funny coming out of a middle-aged german father.

ASKSHAGWHSDIQGAODIISNSEUEEUWHXHHDSUUAUSW THE SEASON FOUR HYPE IS REAL

<Join Game?>

Etho stares at the message on his communicator until his eyes are nearly blurry. No. No. No. No. If he thinks too hard, his very blood is in flames, burning away himself and Joel. If he thinks too hard, Joel’s triumphant scream pierces the air along with the axe buried in his chest. If he thinks too hard, the scars on his arms turn back to the flame they once were, setting his clothing alight as he screams in agony. 

But They want blood, and who is he to deny Them? Who is he to deny protection to those he couldn’t save before? (He knows he’ll betray them to live anyway.) 

<Ethoslab joined the game>

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<Join Game?>

“They want blood… gladly,” Grian’s lips twist up into a sick grin. He’s far beyond caring, and has been since he scrubbed the blood of his lover from his fingernails under the desolate, unforgiving desert sun. 

“Grian?” 

The sick smile disappears as he’s faced with the ghost that has haunted him daily since the beginning. 

“Scar.” 

“One more time?” Scar wears his own tired grin, just as sick as Grian’s, and far more bitter. 

“One more time.” 

(Is this the last time?)

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<Join Game?>

“Wh-now? Are you serious?” Jimmy drops the pile of wood he’d been carrying through the doorway of his empty town. “Right now?” 

There’s no response–there never is, and hasn’t been in months. All that’s left to keep him company are the tumbleweeds, blowing past him, and the mocking, empty vacation houses he’d invited the others to build in the hopes someone would come keep him company.

“Least I won’t be alone, if I go…” Somewhere, there’s laughter, a call from his rancher and respect he’d forgotten he could have. 

That’s all it takes. 

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<Join Game?>

“Oh, for goodness sake!” 

He tries to ignore the message for several hours, although it taunts him with every glance down to the communicator, seeing others log off Hermitcraft. Etho. Grian. Scar. Tango. Cleo. Ren. Impulse. 

No, no, not this time. He doesn’t want to go, not when he’s sure Impulse has a matching scar through his chest where Bdubs’ sword betrayed him twice-albeit, on accident the final time. Etho’s long gone–of course he’d go–and Cleo, for reasons well beyond him. Far more hours pass, before he breaks–

“...fine!” 

(He never really had a choice. He’s not proven himself beyond failing those he swore loyalty to, and he won’t rest until then.) 

<Bdoubleo100 joined the game>

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<Join Game?>

Sharp laughter fills the air, like electricity buzzing, and then-

<SmallishBeans joined the game>

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<Join Game?>

“No thanks, I’m good mate!” Mumbo shakes his head, already turning back to the flooring of his definitely full vault. 

(Although…) 

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<Join Game?> 

“Of course, of course..” Scott chuckles slowly, as if in on some joke that nobody else could ever understand. Like others… he’s far beyond caring, and has been since the lightning arched through the trees to take him despite his supposed victory. But first… he takes his time. Makes himself a drink, watches the sun set orange. After all… the next sunset could be red. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, he turns away. 

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<Join Game?> 

It’s as if the fear and rage she’d felt for weeks before comes back in an instant, electrifying her. She’s typed her answer before she can even think twice about it, half blinded. Why? Why? Why did he do that? 

<PearlescentMoon joined the game>

“Hello, Scott,” she grins up at the rising sun, at the unmarred landscape around her. “Would you like to play a game?” 

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3rd Life Character Themes | SIDE A

This started as a small composition exercise that has turned into an actual project. I've been attempting to capture the character essence of the 3rd life members in short little rpg-style themes. Since I have completed 10 I've collected what I've done so far. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)