Lizzie next session:
Lizzie, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
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Okay so!!!!! From what I've read it can't be fixed, so, I just stopped the restoration footage right before it cuts off and closes the app. Here it is finished for the most part</3
I love Hermitcraft so much but I'm still not over Secret life and especially all the shiny duo angst :(
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gem & false as red lives (aka. i made up an entire super serious storyline for two people who may never even be in the life series)
for shep’s hermitcraft character design week !! had a blast making this. sorry for the excessive blood
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tbh I can't WAIT to see how the 'constant, back-to-back, malicious tasks' that the Red Lifers are gonna be given will unfold.
'Cause even when he's on Red, Jimmy's never been very successfully evil before- so maybe this time, with tasks actively directing him how to be bad, he's actually going to be able to get some decent 'villain arc' action.
If he does, I'm going to feel like a proud parent.
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The Winners of the Life Games.
The Sun.
The Stars.
The Moon.
And Mars.
Four victors, Four victims
Each has their own story to tell.
The Sun
When Grian won, he felt many things. He felt relief, he felt pain, he felt the utter guilt and grief that came from his betrayal of his teammate. Grian's hands were still stained with Scar's blood, his heart still pained with the grief and absence of his ally. It was a fair fight, and both teammates had wished each other the best. One of them had to die no matter what. Still, Grian couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that weighed on his conscience. But now, at least they were free. They could put the Life Game behind them. At least that was what Grian thought...
The Stars
When Scott won, he felt nothing but glee. He had done it, he had survived. He had won. Ren laid still, arrows piercing him in several places. Scott's arrows. Scott looked around triumphantly. Here he was, alive. After all that he'd lost, after all the grief he had endured, he was alive. He placed Binkie down in a puddle and smiled to him. This game was Scott's claim, and he couldn't be prouder.
The Moon
When Pearl won, she felt nothing. She felt complete apathy for the most past, although the bits of her that did feel seemed to scream. They screamed with anger, with pure rage, with joy, with satisfaction. It had been her that caused Cleo to fall, her to finally hurt Scott the way she had been hurt when he'd abandoned her. Yes, Pearl felt a righteous satisfaction, a twisted smile still curved on her lips. She came to Scott, met him where it had all began. Scott stood there, tears in his eyes, Cleo's body resting in his arms. Pearl's dogs surrounded her. They had been her only true companions. She watched Scott's pained expression with a cruel smile and an apathetic heart. But her apathy soon melted away when Scott lit the TNT at his feet...
And Mars
When Martyn won, he barely felt a change. He was totally consumed with rage, with sick satisfaction and a feeling of total power. He had never truly played the games, never given into the Watchers desire for chaos and power. Now, he understood. Now, he relished in the rush that came with every second added to his timer. He didn't care about anything, about anyone anymore. Why was he even denying the Watchers? Why did he want to stop these Death Games? He loved this, he needed this. He didn't care that he was losing himself to the Watchers. He didn't care that he was a Listener is a Watcher's game. He was on top of it all, and that's all that mattered. Any argument against the games would fall on deaf ears from this point on...
Four winners.
Four stories.
Each a piece of the whole, an insight into these games.
Each story holding a different feeling, a different perspective.
Each the key to truly winning.
Because the only way to win is to escape.
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