the year is 2021. the month is june. the new season of hermitcraft, season 8, has just started, and everything is great! the hermits are all messing around, having fun, building insane things within the first week of the server being active, and generally having a good time. everyone's collected themselves into little factions, pranking each other, and it's all the fun, lighthearted, mostly-vanilla content hermitcraft is known for.
and then the split between minecraft versions 1.18 and 1.19 is announced. the delay of new terrain, and especially of new mobs like the warden, considerably disrupt several of the hermits' plans. but it's fine, they'll figure something out, they're professionals, and it mostly goes unnoticed.
about two weeks later, on november 9th, grian turns to mumbo jumbo in one of his episodes, and asks the famous question that would seal hermitcraft season 8's fate:
"mumbo, is the moon... big?"
suddenly, the fans panic. they search back through videos and streams, and realize that the moon had been abnormally large and stuck in a full-moon phase since october 30th. the Moon Big event has begun.
this is where the roleplay really starts. once the moon's size has been brought up, the hermits start a weird combination of scrambling to figure out why the moon's growing, and how to stop it- but also of ignoring it, hoping it won't be a problem, hoping someone else will deal with it. the moon keeps getting bigger, more hermits start realizing it's going on, and a creeping sense of dread starts to grow. but it's fine. it's fine, right? they do little plotlines like this all the time. they'll figure something out, the moon will go back to normal, and we'll laugh about it when this is all over. it's fine.
and then, blocks start flying away. just floating up out of the ground, and falling right back down! like for a moment, a square meter chunk of dirt has decided it's a ballerina and leaped out of the ground! but it's fine, right? the blocks are coming back. no lasting harm is done. they're going to fix it all... right?
the moon gets bigger. it's growing every day- local hermit weirdguy joe hills measures it every stream. the blocks start flying higher. gravity starts getting... weird, with players getting the slow falling effect at random, and being lifted off of the earth themselves. the players form cults and rituals and whatnot to try and appease the moon, convince it to leave them alone, making plans to escape. nothing works. things keep getting worse, and the moon keeps getting bigger. but it'll be fine. these storylines never leave lasting harm, or at least they never have before. they'll be fine.
and then the blocks stop coming back, just floating into the sky forever. the players have the slow falling effect more than they don't now. the moon is now so big it's visible even during the day, and fills the entire sky at night. they start planning their escapes in earnest, and say their goodbyes. some hermits jump into a void hole in the overworld (it was the centerpiece of their village). some flee to the End, some to the nether, some just fly with elytras and hope they can get far enough away in time. one brave hermit, tango, flies himself to the moon in a futile attempt to blow the whole thing up before it can crash.
but in the end, the moon crashes into the server, and everything they'd built was destroyed. and the whole time, there'd been nothing any of them could've done. season eight was over, a full six months before anyone had expected it to end, and season nine wouldn't start until about three months later. and im still not okay about it.
(here's a cool animatic of the moon's crash! honestly i dont think you need too much hermitcraft knowledge to get the gist)
(also the moon crash happened on the day before my birthday lmao.)
In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.
But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.
Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.
His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.
And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.
From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.
‘Asteroid City’ dir. Wes Anderson is in my top five favourite films now. I love it. It’s just art for the sake of art. Or maybe there is a message there. Probably. Doesn’t matter. It’s whatever you make of it. It’s an art film.
1) The Holdovers, dir. Alexander Payne
2) Anatomy of a Fall, dir. Justine Triet
3) Asteroid City, dir. Wes Anderson
4) Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret, dir. Kelly Fremon Craig
5) Poor Things, dir. Yorgos Lanthimos
6) BlackBerry, dir. Matt Johnson
7) You Hurt My Feelings, dir. Nicole Holofcener
8) The Royal Hotel, dir. Kitty Green
9) Air, dir. Ben Affleck
10) Dreamin’ Wild, dir. Bill Pohlad
Accidentally got Outer Wilds instead of Outer Worlds (acquired through certain means until I get enough money), and gotta say I spent 5 minutes hella confused as to why it looked nothing like what I've seen in the screenshots, but carried on instead.
Drove my spaceship into the sun and later fell into a black hole, got stranded on space and the sun exploded. 10/10 game, will play again.
Tamino’s Orpheus (3361) is exactly conjunct his North Node in his western chart, he literally was meant to become Orpheus, I’m howling lmao
AND it’s in Libra at 7 degrees - in Vedic it’s 13′45″ and 14′08″ in Virgo, which also tracks, but not only that! His Juno is exactly conjunct his South Node/Ketu and therefore opposite his Rahu and Orpheus - at 7 degrees in Aries western, and at 13′53″ and 14′08″ in Pisces in Vedic, which makes even more sense given the context of his discography. ALSO, his Sun is conjunct his Eurydike, plus his Persephone is exactly square his Jupiter... God is mocking me specifically by keeping his birth time a secret but this alone is hilariously auspicious and hilarious... Dying to check his Nessus and Dejanira but I’ll do that later for funsies
nothing more terrifying than seeing youve acidentally pressed the wrong button and now your mothr may or may not know you were trying to be on photos app for no reason at all
I played a lot more since I last posted, so here’s some of the things I did. Each bullet point is a separate run.
I got to space, landed on The Attlerock, and then died immediately because I forgot to suit up.
I landed on The Attlerock and remembered to suit up this time. I explored for a bit, talked to the guy chilling there (forgot his name,) found the Nomai Lore Zone™️, and died to the supernova.
I landed on Brittle Hollow and registered quantum fluctuations to my signalscope, found out about a “quantum moon” the Nomai journeyed to, and fell into the black hole and died in the middle of space.
I explored a bit more of Brittle Hollow and found the remains of a civilization enveloped by ghost matter, and then went back to Timber Hearth to register that weird teleporting stone in the museum as a quantum fluctuation. Then I died to the supernova.
I love this game so far and how seamlessly the world fits together. I have some guesses on the lore that I’ll post when I get to the quantum moon.
Roman: Rogue planets aren't like your homeworld, Aiden. Instead of being stuck in a fixed orbit inside a solar system, they roam freely through the cosmos, going wherever they please.
Roman: Imagine it -- whole worlds, bound by nothing, never knowing where they'll end up next.
Aiden: Why are you telling me this?
Roman: Because we're on one of them.
Roman: I mean, if you want to get technical about it, I suppose it's more of an asteroid than a whole planet but "asteroid town" doesn't have the same ring to it. "Rogue town" sounds cooler, right?
Roman: What? What's with the face?
Aiden: I'm going to need you to start making sense real soon before I start freaking the fuck out.
Roman: *sighs* I'd prefer it if you didn't. It makes it a lot harder for me.
Roman: I can't tell you more than what I know, which unfortunately isn't much.
Roman: I know Woeford is an Earth town. Or, at least it used to be. I don't know how it ended up floating around in space. I just know it did.
Roman: Maybe there was some sort of catastrophe. Maybe the Sixamites got tired of abducting Sims one by one and just decided to take the whole damn town instead.
Roman: If any race were going to pull something like that, it'd be those crazy bast--
Roman: Sorry. No offense.
Roman: I'm probably not conveying my point very well here. No matter how many times I do this, it never gets easier to explain.
Roman: I guess what it all boils down to is this; you, me, Rio, and everyone else…