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[pixiemage]

My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 2

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[A/N: This is a story entirely guided by you guys, by the readers. Be sure to vote at the end of each entry!]

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➤ Investigate. The fire isn't too close to town, and someone else could need help.

Jimmy stares up at the fire for only a second longer before setting his jaw in determination. The entire mesa is under his protection, not just the town. And there isn’t another emperor around for miles. If there’s anyone up on top of the cliff, Jimmy might be their only hope.

He spots a familiar face in the nearby crowd and catches the young man’s elbow. It’s Billy, the farmhand who often volunteers to help with the creepers and horses. His narrow face turns to Jimmy immediately, green eyes bright and eager and ready to help with whatever the Sheriff is about to ask of him.

“Get Henry,” Jimmy tells him. Billy’s best friend, another farmhand. Henry’s a bit less zealous than his other half, but the two of them are good at working together and dealing with a crisis. “You two get everyone to stay here, alright? Sheriff’s orders. Keep ‘em safe, an’ if the fire spreads our way you get Johnny and Charlie to help put it out. Got that?”

“Yessir,” Billy nods, already slipping free from Jimmy’s hold to go and do as he’s told.

“Billy!” Jimmy says again, and Billy stops long enough to look back. “I’m checkin’ out the fire. I’ll be back soon.”

Another nod, and Billy’s gone.

Jimmy hurries away from the crowd, waiting until he has some room before picking up speed, snapping his wings wide and forcing them downward to lift off from the ground. He kicks up red dust in his wake, but he’s far from anyone who would be bothered by it, and he’s long gone before it can stir up enough to get in his eyes. The sky is dark now and the air is brisk, chilled, though not quite as cold as it always becomes out here in the mesa after the heat of the day has died off. Bare traces of lingering warm breeze catch Jimmy’s feathers but he doesn’t pay it much mind, so focused as he is on the rolling light of flames drawing him like a beacon to their source.

Jimmy hasn’t even landed yet when bright white and red catch his eye, large chunks of broken metal painted over, smooth and curved where it has remained intact and darkened in areas where the fire has charred and scorched the surface. Whatever it is, it’s massive, with rounded windows and large triangular sections jutting off like - like wings, or fins, or–

It’s a ship.

The realization hits Jimmy as he lands, dust kicking up around his boots and his eyes flying wide. He’s staring at the massive broken hull of a ship, a spaceship, like ones he’s seen in books or heard about in the stories Joel and Sausage make up for Hermes. It’s a rocket, and though Jimmy has never seen one before in his life - he had thought they were only stories until now - he’s entirely certain that’s what he’s seeing. A spaceship has crashed on the border of Tumble Town, and Jimmy isn’t quite sure what to do.

…spaceships had pilots.

Jimmy moves forward on instinct, wincing against the waves of heat rolling off the wreckage now that he’s closer. It’s so much hotter than he thought it would be. Tumble Town’s monthly bonfires couldn’t possibly compare. But he’s determined all the same.

Spaceships had pilots. They didn’t just fly all by themselves, so there must be someone inside this one. Right? Surely there’s someone inside, unless they managed to get out before the crash, but somehow Jimmy doubts it. He needs to find them. They need his help, whoever they are, and the longer he waits the more likely it is they won’t make it out alive.

But it’s risky. Even this far away, Jimmy’s already starting to sweat, the fire so alive and so deadly that it’s enough to make him pause. He would respawn if something went wrong, but it would be a painful one. Death by fire isn’t pretty. The pilot might not be on the whitelist, he reminds himself, his thoughts flying. He needs to decide fast. If I died I’d respawn, and I’d be down for the count for a whole day. But if the pilot doesn’t make it, they might not respawn at all.

[seven-homosexual-dinosaurs]

Guys I get we’re all caught up in the drama and suspense of whatever the Falses have got going on rn but I need to bring it to everyone’s attention that hc!false is slightly shorter than e!false. Because I find that very important (amusing)

[inkydiamonds]

Yeah he was not sinister at all

[nekodere07]

Who's short now? ft. Bdubs and Joel

Smallishbeans and BdoubleO100 with their height thing about being short is just so funny to me so I made a "what if" reaction when these two band together? I mean, come on. These short dudes are literal gods so they got the power (to nibble one's ankle or smth) XD

(Seriously, this took way too long to draw with how many tall people there are especially with the crossover. I was supposed to draw Scar, Pixlriffs, and more tall members but I already drew too many of them now... my poor finger T^T)

[night-dragon937]

i think a lot of my cosplays would be much better if i was ripped and that's probably the biggest encouragement to start working out I've had my entire life

[mnih765]

Okay I love the ranchers reunion but my brain started thinking about the angst:

This beautiful moment but what if Jimmy doesn't remember double life??

[introvert-in-hell]

How old is esmp2 Scott? I have made a timeline to illustrate my point

Adventuring -----(unknown amount of years)----- lost eye -----(unknown amount of years)----- found wizard to fix eye problem -----(unknown amount of years)----- lost hat -----(unknown amount of years)----- present

Masterpost

[nekodere07]

Next episode: Otherworldly Pesky Bird & Neighboring God Harass Local Sheriff

Hermitcraft x Empires Crossover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SBFAREAE3GAEVBANVNAPXASWQANKOF XD No words can express my excitement when it happened

[introvert-in-hell]

I wouldn't be surprised to find out esmp!scott isn't human and thatt he's been alive quite A long time

That's an interesting thought, I wonder how long and if some of this 'adventuring' may have consisted of looting a few very old places...

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