#scar and bdubs would be constantly apologizing for each other

[ceratedfish24]

My ideal teams this Life Series

[fitzs-space]

Watched Labyrinth last night with @galacticjay1, and my brain worms took over.

So woe, hermitcraft Labyrinth au be upon ye

Gem as Sarah, main character energy unfortunately but someone's gotta do it. she's the type to just end up in situations. that way the baby Toby can be her puppy Winnie. [alt option would have been Scott, cause Scott's got the vibe to just be in places, but he could not be bothered to actually go through the labyrinth]

Bdubs as Hoggle, just look at him. the tolken short guy whos forced to help and will complain every step of the way about it, and will completely kissass up to their boss. Also both having a prized possession always kept at their side [the Clock, and the bundle of jewelry]

Scar as Jareth the Goblin King, Yea. Who else.

Etho as Ludo, just vibes really. Quiet dude willing to help and can just do wild shit for no good reason. [alt option was Doc, cause he's got the tall brute force energy to him as well, by they said it didn't fit. Docs got more of a higher energy to him then what would fit]

Rens Sir Didymus, Dog Knight. eccentric mf who screams out soliloquys going on about saving the fair madden they have devoted their time and service to, is that Sir Didymus or Ren? yes. Ok those are the main ones, now onto the other characters met in the labyrinth in approximate order of appearance

Xisuma is the worm. look at that mf and tell me I am wrong, one of the lines is this dude asking Sarah to come in for a cup of tea. Id apologize to the Xisuma enjoyers, but this is tumbler and people know he's a bit of a wet paper bag kinda guy.

Impulse and Skizz are the door Guards, The guards have no idea what's going on and neither do those two. I know its Technically the "Four Guards" and It could be team Zits, but the vibe isn't there fully. the type of mfs to mislead someone by pure accident[Skizz], and also cause its a lil funny[Impulse]

Martin as the False Alarms, their entire roll is to dramatically shout false warnings at the people who pass. If I didn't make the man who abuses the voice effects on his GoXLR as the rocks who wait to shout at people, I'd be making a mistake. [listener ass bitch] Also there is straight up a line where one of them goes "oh please, we don't get to shout these very often, its only our job" in some posh voice, then go back to the deep dramatic shouting. and that's just Martin man.

Grian and Mumbo as the Door Knockers, vibes [its also funny to make everyone's favorite guys as characters only seen for five minuets at most] If any two guys are going to be subjected to living their life forever constantly shouting at each other barely being able to understand what the other is saying, it'd be those two. Grian would be the Left, would also scream if he couldn't hear someone [Watcher allegations also] Mumbo as right because the ring in his mouth could be drawn as his mustache

Tango's a Firey, look at him. Cartoon ass bitch, the entire scuffed greenscreen dance sequence is on par with his thumbnails. I know there are supposed to be five of the dudes, but shhhh Zedaph would also fit with these fuckers. the type of guy who could probably detach his head, but still knows that there are manners and its rude to throw someone else's head

Pearl as the Junk Lady, she's the cleaning lady and collects trash, was it ever a question? And Pearls gremlin voice is the exact same as the Junk lady's voice

Doc's the lil fairies at the beginning of the labyrinth, everyone say thank you to Doccy for butterfly truthing Doc.

Jellie as just all the goblins, Scar the Jellie king instead of the Goblin king. The threat of Winnie getting turned into a cat is kinda funny, also there's the Humongous? that's a Jellie panda

the only main characters Im missing is the Wise Man and the Hat, I just do not know who to put them as, maybe Xb and Keralis cause of vibe? or Xb and Hypno cause of the horsehead farms bit. I do not know.

All that will come from this is me maybe drawing Ren and Scar as the characters, feel free to do what you want with this, my brain just needed to scream about this really

[cameraflowers]

Hello Double Life spoilers, Finale edition because I’m scrolling through the tag and have many many thoughts still

I fully had anticipated that the final pairs were going to be Grian and Scar, and Scott and Pearl.

The last green lives this game, the duo that agreed the first game ended in a double victory no matter how that cactus ringed fight ended. The two who worked in sync so effortlessly, many thought there was major communication issues because they just did things without constant consultation.

Then one of the last to turn Red. The pair that stuck to each other throughout nearly the entirety of Last Life until it was too dangerous too. Who worked so well together in the past, people were excited to learn they were bound to each other, only to realize that they didn’t feel the same way

Pearl who did so much to antagonize Scott. The constant powdered snow, the cacti, all to make him anxious and panicked. But Pearl who never wanted to die. Who never wanted to really take a life from Scott. Pearl who tried to give the chest plate back when she realized Joel and Etho were about to actually kill her over it, but spoke up too late. Pearl who created a hound army, for a variety of reasons but there’s no doubt protection was among them. That many wolves, the only mobs that will actively fight in your defense. Keeping her safe as she went after the others, keeping Scott safe as the wolves took the brunt of the hits and dealt the extra damage needed.

Scar, who is all charisma, luck, and skill hidden so smoothly under the first two traits that it’ll leave others genuinely speechless. Scar who has constantly been underestimated due to his accident prone habits, who has been known to lose lives and drop to red quickly. Scar who has always managed to talk his way in circles so smoothly and easily, without hesitation he’s able to waltz himself (and very often his allies) out of so many certain death situations. Scar with the uncanny ability to hold that last life with an iron grip, escaping near impossible situations repeatedly much to the surprise of others

Their partners who swore up and down that they would be their downfall. That carelessness would be what takes them out in the end.

Grian, who sought the alliance of a secret soulmate because he felt stuck with his soulbond. Who seemed to forget Scar’s capabilities whenever he took damage. Grian who we heard sigh and complain multiple times over his fated partner. Who banned Scar from the Ancient City after Grian had experienced the Warden himself.

But all because he panic’s easily compared to his soulmate’s seeming nonchalant-ness. Grian who tries to seem logical, but acts on emotions more often than not. Grian’s able to talk, and give a good run around, but we’ve seen how easy it is for him to fall back and let Scar handle that while Grian snoops around instead.

Scott, who pushed Pearl away the moment they saw each other. Who chose his own soulmate with Cleo to defy the rules of the Game once again. Scott who made a secondary Ranch to “test” the love and bonds of the other pairs, only for it to be set up to sow the seeds of doubt and distrust among the others. Who got so used to Pearl’s antics he didn’t even think twice about setting his spawn in Bdubs and Impulse’s house for when she inevitably got him killed. Who didn’t really team up with his given soulmate until it was just the four of them on Yellow.

Grian, who let his stubbornness get the better of him again. Who tried to send the warden up on his own when it didn’t work the first time. Who seemed dead set on getting a warden to the surface. Grian who didn’t just follow his soulmate out of the ancient city. Grian who lost their last life, at the end of the day, all alone in those crudely dug out tunnels. Screaming apologies to a Scar who couldn’t hear him, who died alone and confused in the woods looking for Grian so they could go out together in a fighting blaze of glory. But Scar ended up just falling off of his horse, staring at the full moon instead.

I can’t help but wonder if my prediction could have been right had Grian just let the Warden be. If he had given up on that trap idea and gone to Rendezvous with Scar instead. Would it have been the Desert vs the Stars? Or was it always destined to be the dysfunctional divorcée’s, with the probability that they would have turned on Scar and Grian before each other.

This series was so much fun to watch, and I hope they had fun filming it. I am sad my prediction wasn’t entirely correct, but I’m not surprised that it came down to Scott and Pearl, despite the games being completely unscripted, they always manage to be poetic that way

(Common disclaimer of this is just how I’ve viewed things, and at the end of the day I am well aware it is just a bunch of good friends playing block game and being dramatic about it. I swear this is all done with a very light heart lol)

[lunarblazes]

this is a third life desertduo appreciation post because i cannot stop thinking about some of these moments (SPOILERS FOR SESSION 8 AHEAD! more based around the third life characters than the ccs, too, though i love them as well!!!)

-grian searching for scar constantly and getting incredibly worried every time scar is out of his sight, repeatedly mentioning that scar is on his last life

-“moral obligation” my ass grian you said you’d LEAVE on your yellow life. admit he’s your best friend.

-“is now where we show our true colors? our alliance to nobody but each other?”

-neither of them can kill big b so instead they wordlessly agree to ally with bdubs to use him to assassinate big b. i never said they weren’t stone-cold ruthless

-grian calling out on everything scar’s done with him as bdubs kills him

-scar still not giving up on grian even after taking his yellow life and being left alone with bdubs, instead whispering that he has a backup plan to grian

-despite grian seeming bitter and resigned to scar’s betrayal, as soon as he realizes that scar still cares about him, he suddenly can’t kill him and has to be egged on by the dead

-scar being ready to let grian kill him because of all he’s done for him the whole time..... i am in shambles

-for a moment, they thought they’d be able to go free, to live in peace, win together, if only for a moment

-the sins of the past catch up, however.

-grian killed scar first and killed himself last, the first and last lives taken on the server, and both times he killed scar he never wanted to

-multiple times grian alludes to the fact that he’s only sticking with scar because he’s interesting, but. if that were the case, we wouldn’t be here, would we, with the two having to be forced to kill each other, even after a betrayal

-grian listing scott and scar as the only two people he truly trusts at the end of the day. desert alliance supremacy

-grian came BACK to fight ren and martyn with scar, he pearled out and then ran back to help scar even after nearly letting the rest of his “allies” die

-scar’s last words were an apology to grian. what the fuck

-they knew it would end like this and APOLOGIZED to each other.... why do you do this to me

-these two. they own my heart entirely. like Entirely. this was never going to end well for them, but it sure as hell ended poetically, symmetrically, and ruthlessly.

[acerace]

What magic would each duo have in your au? :o

This concept has spiraled into a full blown au now anon look what you’ve done /j

Cleo is the queen of the undead. Bdubs is human, and scared of the dark. Every day he's asleep by sundown to will the monsters away. After an encounter with a dark and mangled mass of green deep within a jungle years ago, Bdubs wants nothing to do with the supernatural, full stop. One night he stays up building and is chased by monsters into a thick and twisted forest, stumbles across a dead and rotting woman with fiery red hair and a crown of bones and flowers. They talk. Time passes. Cleo, one day, promises Bdubs a way to keep the monsters away, to drive off the dark and the things that lurk within it. It will cost him, and change him, and probably not for the better, but he'll be safe. Bdubs agrees.

Bdubs no longer sleeps. His phantom membrane wings give him flight, his wide and piercing eyes able to see perfectly in the dark. Cleo is the queen of the undead, and they are charmed by her voice, follow her commands, an unending army constantly replenished with every battle. When Bdubs and Cleo bound their souls together, their mutual magic flourished as flowers, as twisting tangling thorny vines erupting from the ground, as wither roses blooming from their fingertips. Water turned turned to wine turned to poison.

The Red King is a creature of the night, grey skinned and red eyed. A howling snarling beast with a crown dripping eternal blood, sword clutched in clawed fingers, a crimson cloak around his shoulders. Martyn is human, with no ties to land or kin or purpose. A wanderer. One night there is a hunt, a chilling howl echoing across the mountains. Martyn is alone. Martyn is chased. Wolf jaws close around his arm, another set snaps for his throat, death a hair's breath away when the Red King calls them off. Later, Martyn will say the Red King is kind, and he'll be scoffed at, dismissed, but he'll be thinking of this moment. The Red King tells Martyn in a gruff voice that he had not realized his dogs had scented human, apologizes for the misunderstanding, leaves with his pack of wolves milling around his legs in search of actual game. Martyn is terrified. Martyn is enamoured.

When they meet the second time, Martyn is walking into the court of the Red King with his head raised high and defiant. It had taken some ingenuity to find this place, but he's done it, and he swears fealty to the Red King, who accepts his loyalty, impressed by his boldness and determination despite himself. To join the Red King’s court, you must leave your humanity behind, and Martyn does, shedding mortal coils like snakeskin, newly pointed ears the most obvious sign of his new allegiance, new abilities. The persuasion in his voice is a coincidence, he swears, and his perfect mimicry of mobs nothing more than a party trick. He is lying. Time passes. Martyn and the Red King talk, and often. When Martyn swears his soul to Ren and when Ren gifts his in return, their mutual magic is cold. Winter bites, as does their magic, snapping and frozen and tinged red. It surprises them both, but the warmth they feel when they look at each other more than makes up for it. 

Jimmy is human, a farmer, in search of his missing cow. He is not very wealthy, and he can’t afford to lose even one of his herd, and besides, Daisy is his favourite and he can’t just abandon her. Jimmy finds Daisy on the other side of one of many magic barriers in the world, the kind that keep humans and beings separate, the kind easily crossed by mobs and monsters alike. A line that cannot be uncrossed, should he choose to go in. He hesitates, and enters the land of the nature spirits. The flower kingdom is isolationist, borders closed year round, even to other beings. The king of the meadow is said to be cold and aloof, distant as the stars, but when Jimmy stumbles across him with Daisy happily following on her lead some days later, he finds Scott is nothing like the rumours. He finds he doesn’t want to leave. Time passes. Jimmy has found a home among the nature spirits, a home hidden in the side of a hill for him and Daisy both. And he’s found a friendship with Scott deeper than anything he’s experienced before. Scott’s magic is elemental, powerful, visible in the way poppies bloom at his touch, in the way water purifies in cupped hands, in the way he makes ice sparkle like chips of stars and in the way the wind tousles Jimmy’s hair like a gentle caress. Scott swears the breeze isn��t him, but Jimmy simply smiles, tells Scott that if he wants to play with his hair all he has to do is ask. When Jimmy and Scott tie their souls together, they do it with a bouquet of poppies and with iron rings. Their mutual magic makes a lightshow- fireworks and constellations and conflagrations. Sparks fly from their fingertips, green and yellow and red, float around them like burning harmless wisps. Their magic is light and energy, rainbows in reflections. 

Grian and Scar are lying to each other. They’re still lying when Scar puts his soul in Grian’s hands, when Grian drops it, when Grian gives his to Scar in exchange. Grian is a being, brightly coloured wings at his back, but nothing- no one- special, he swears, poker face far better than Scar’s. Scar is human, all charisma and business deals, and that’s all, he says, with fingers crossed behind his back. They do not talk about the purple in Grian’s eyes or in his feathers, about the shattered halo half visible around his head. They do not talk about how Scar’s eyes glint blue or the jagged wings half visible at his back, and neither brings up their masks, one white and eyeless and the other grey and smirking. They’re lying and they both know it. Beings are not supposed to be able to make soul bonds, so Grian and Scar are very surprised to find their mutual magic exists at all, let alone how it scorches them. It’s fire and flame, controlled explosions and smoke in their lungs. It’s molten rock and sand blasted into glass and obsidian, cut into daggers. Their mutual magic is combustion, air and fire partners in crime, and there is nothing more fitting. 

Or, there is a distant land blessed by a myriad of magic, and there is a curse settling into its soil, and very soon it will make itself known, and when it does blood will reign. What happens when you rip a soul in two? 

[arts-and-drafts]

Wedding Bells

Chapter Two

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Mumbo let Grian pick the spot that evening, under the guise that they were going to have a relaxing picnic. The ring was heavy in Mumbo's pocket, constantly reminding him of the huge leap he was about to attempt.

Despite that, he managed to have a beautiful evening with the love of his life. Grian chose the top of a jungle tree that was between his and Mumbo's bases for the picnic, and even asked Bdubs to not skip the night away so they could view the breathtaking sunset.

Grian was comfortably nestled at Mumbo's side, his wings lazily encasing the both of them as they idly conversed after finishing their dinner. Mumbo tried his best to feign relaxation, occasionally interrupting Grian's chatter with a nod or a word of reaction. He couldn't hear a single thing his love was saying, just a constant buzz of panic from his soul.

"Mumbo?" Grian snapped Mumbo out of his thoughts. "Er--what? Sorry?"

"I asked if you were okay. You look a bit ill." Grian relayed, shifting his head so he could look at Mumbo's face with concerned silver-blue eyes.

"Nah, I'm--" Mumbo swallowed away the catch in his voice. "I'm fine. Totally."

Grian hummed in disbelief, but didn't press the issue. "I love you, Mumby."

Mumbo opened his mouth and closed it again, feeling heat on his face. He'd been with Grian for 2 years, and still turned into a flustered schoolboy when he said those words.

"I-I love you too," Mumbo finally squeaked. "I always have."

Deep breath. If he hesitated any longer, he didn't know if he would ever work up enough courage for a second attempt. Just go for it.

"I, uh." Mumbo cringed at himself. "Actually--if you would--"

He untangled himself from Grian enough to turn and face him. Confusion crossed Grian's face, quickly replaced with a politely puzzled look. "Mumbo?"

Mumbo ignored his question, shakily taking Grian's hands in his. "I--ah."

Mumbo cleared his throat. This was already a disaster, but it was too late to turn back now.

"You're the second best thing that's happened to me after our son." Mumbo began. Grian preened at the compliment, smiling shyly.

"I--I feel like I don't tell you enough, how much you mean to me." Mumbo was completely freestyling, despite having practiced what he wanted to say over and over the day before.

Mumbo blinked fast, his eyes suddenly wet. Why was he crying?! This was not going to any plan at all.

"Mumbo--" Grian began, his voice soft, but Mumbo shook his head. He relayed Iskall's words of encouragement in his head; deep breaths, speak from your heart. You'll know what to say.

"What I'm getting at is--" Mumbo cleared his throat in a pitiful attempt to dislodge the sudden lump that had appeared there. "I--I love you. And I'm--I want to love you for as long as I live."

Grian's eyes widened as Mumbo let go of his hand to dig into his pocket. He brought out the ring, the metal glinting orange in the setting sun. Grian's hands flew to his mouth, his eyes suddenly welling with tears.

"Grian--" Mumbo shifted so he was on one knee, and presented his heart to the one that had stolen it completely all those years ago.

"Will you marry me?"

Grian squeezed his eyes shut, releasing the tears down his cheeks. He desperately waved his hands, at a complete loss for words.

Mumbo's terror was temporarily replaced with confusion as Grian turned away from him, digging through the shulker box that had held their food. He quickly turned back to Mumbo with a wet laugh, presenting a glittering diamond band. Mumbo stared, his mouth dropping open.

"What are the ODDS," Grian laughed, fruitlessly wiping his face of tears. Mumbo stuttered incomprehensibly, staring at the iron trimmed ring in Grian's hand.

"I--Is that a yes?" Mumbo finally squeaked.

Grian laughed fully, pulling Mumbo into a watery kiss. "YES, you absolutely beautiful spoon." Grian affirmed in between kisses. "Of course I'll marry you."

They broke apart at the sound of whistling and clapping, coming from the next tree over. Mumbo could vaguely make out the silhouettes of Iskall, Ren, Scar, and Stress, all cheering and celebrating. "Iskall?!" Mumbo gasped, receiving his friend's infectious giggling in return.

"I knew you could do it, bro!!" Iskall yelled. "Way to go, Mustachio!!" Ren added, howling at the stars in excitement.

Mumbo and Grian giggled self-consciously, pulling each other into an embrace. "I swear I didn't have anything to do with them." Mumbo tried to explain. Grian just laughed, meeting Mumbo's lips with a gentle kiss.

They startled apart again as rockets shot into the air from their friends' tree, exploding in pink and red among the darkening sky.

"Now you're just milking it!" Grian yelled, receiving more cheers and laughter from their friends in response. Mumbo rolled his eyes, beaming bigger than he ever had before. Grian took his hand, gently sliding his ring on Mumbo's finger.

Mumbo rubbed the back of his neck as Grian slid his plain leather band on his own finger. "It's not nearly as impressive as yours." Mumbo tried to apologize, but was silenced by Grian planting a small kiss on his nose. "Shut up. You made it. It's more precious than anything I own."

Mumbo could only respond with a stuttering laugh, tears finally spilling down his face. Grian pulled him close, wrapping his wings around them as more rockets exploded into the night.

[emberdragon240]

BFDI Done In Hermitcraft: Chapter 1: The Plank P1

(This is also on Wattpad if that’s your thing)

"I know, she was so scared over nothing! The bee wasn't even that big, and False was freaking out!"

"Really, Iskall?"

"Really, and yet she calls herself a badass."

"She is in a way, do you remember when she asked Bdubs if she was beautiful?"

Flashback to a week ago

"Bdubs, am I beautiful?"

"Umm, sorry, but no-"

*proceeds to get yeeted to the sun*

End of flashback

"Right, I remember that, and I still hate her!" Bdubs jumped into Grian and Iskall's conversation about how False was a complete asshole. She was so rotten, even Joe hated her, and that was very unusual for him to think of people.

"I swear, I'm gonna get revenge on her! I am honsetly so glad you guys are my friends, really!" Even though they didn't really know eachother, (almost) everyone was friends on the Hermitcraft island.

"You're my friend too, right, Mumbo?" Bdubs said as he grabbed Mumbo and started squeezing him with no mercy.

"Bdubs, stop!" Grian and Iskall yelled before there was a sickening crunch and their communicators buzzed with a death message.

*MumboJumbo was suffocated*

"Sorry about that," Bdubs said, clearly embarrassed at what happened. Mumbo eventually respawned in one of those respawn generators, only to get almost killed by Jevin pointing a sword at his chest.

"Hey! I just respawned!" Mumbo said, exasperated.

"Hey, don't blame me! Blame the stupid Tango here, it's his fault!" Jevin said as he kicked Tango in the face, making him let go as he flew into the ocean.

"Fine! I'll grab Cleo instead," Tango said before grabbing Cleo out of nowhere and yeeting her to Mumbo, which was a very close dodge.

"Yikes!" Mumbo said. She was also conveniently holding a sword, so it was a pretty close call. "What was that for!?" Mumbo asked.

"What? I'm just in the mood to hurt someone," Tango replied. He then found Keralis, which he kicked with absolutely no mercy. Keralis screamed his ass off as he flew, conveniently passing by Wels. He then landed on the ground face first in shallow water where Stress was doing something.

"Keralis! What are you doing there? There's a life to enjoy, so enjoy it!" Stress said in her cheering state. Keralis had a liking for TFC for some reason, so went to him and starting acting all lovingly. A little bit too lovingly, because TFC kicked him into the air as well.

"TFC, calm down," Joe said with papa bear mode set to low. "Kicking him that hard can have permanent side effects. He IS light-weight," Joe lectured as Keralis continued flying in the air once again and as he flew past Wels, not much happened, why am I mentioning this? Anyways, he eventually fell because of the laws of physics, and he fell right onto Zedaph, and as he got up, he noticed... blood. I think you can guess what happened from there. The scream was so loud it could be heard all over the island.

"Keralis is such a scaredy-cat," Cub complained. "He's so annoying. Scar, though, you're cool," Cub said to his friend and partner-in-crime-I mean, partner-in-business.

"So are you, Cub!" Scar complimented back. Meanwhile, Wels was still flying before crashing into a mountain at low speeds, so he didn't take too much damage from the crash. The weird thing though, was that Zedaph was just sitting there as if he took a nap with his eyes open. Wels shouldn't have been surprised, though, since he always acted as if he was on LSD.

"Zedaph! Wake up!" Wels shook Zedaph awake.

"What? Hi, Wels!" Zedaph said as he was jolted awake. Wels sighed before yeeting Zedaph behind him (seriously, why are the hermits constantly yeeting each other around?). Zedaph flew along, all in a excitement that you only feel when you're high until he fell onto Joe, barely surviving.

"Oh, hi Joe, my good old friend!" Zedaph greeted Joe tiredly and before passing out from his injuries. Meanwhile, Doc and Ren were sitting near Impulse with an angry glare. They still couldn't get over the whole Area 77 thing, so here we are.

"Ren! You're an absolute idiot!" Doc yelled at Ren. He did not get the reaction he was expecting though, because Ren's response was to slap him.

"Hey!" Doc yelled, surprised.

"Oh my god, your face feels so good to slap!" Ren said. He was not acting like himself today. He then went on a slapping spree. He was about to continue when Xisuma caught him in the act.

"Doc! Ren! Stop fighting!" Xisuma yelled at the two. "And Impulse, take a bath, you stink," X commented at Impulse who was just watching.

"Sorry," Impulse said.

"Isn't X bossy?" Tango asked Cub, who were both watching the scene.

"I know! He's like a bossy bot!" Cub tried to make a joke, but all he got were stares from Scar, Tango and Wels.

"Uh, you know, a bossy robot?" Cub tried to explain the joke which only got more awkward stares.

"Um, here's the thing; a robot that was built to be at it's bossiest," Cub tried to explain further which didn't help one bit, but everyone got tired of staring at him and decided to stare at the now setting sun. "I'd do anything to get away from him," Cub said. "Or False, or Keralis, or Impulse," then conveniently and suspiciously in time, out of some mysterious smoke, some kind of... creature? Came out of the smoke

"Well then, you're in luck!" The thing said, and it was obvious it was female. It seemed to be some kind of dragon hybrid, Ender Dragon maybe? And had a crop top with decked out armor on the bottom. She also had some kid of belt with fabric that would cover her private if she didn't already have pants on.

"Uh, how?" Cub asked. The girl who seemed to be in her 20

"They're creating the server of paradise, everyone," She continued. "It's called Dream Island. It's one square mile (2.5 kilometers for all you people outside of the US) of luxury. It has a 5 star hotel, a casino, six restaurants, robot servants, and the server's whitelisted, so the winner gets to chose who's allowed in, and who's not!" She described trying to sound all excited too hard.

"Ok, what does it cost?" Cub asked. If he couldn't pay it entirely, he might borrow some of his best friend's diamonds because that's what friends do! /s

"Not even a penny," The woman responded.

"Sounds like a deal! Me and my friend'll take it!" Cub answered excitedly.

"But what about about the rest of the people here? Don't they want it too?" The mysterious being asked.

"Well, I wouldn't give up that server for anything," Cub answered.

"Everyone here's thinking the same thing," she responded. "So you know what that means. We must settle this with a reality TV show- I mean, a contest."

Cue the intro

"So yeah," the mysterious woman who still hasn't given her name yet said, "whoever stays on this plank the longest wins."

"Go."

"Let's help each other," Stress said. She wouldn't let this contest affect her! Or at least she hoped so.

"Yeah!" Jevin agreed.

"Tango, wake up! What are you doing?" Ren asked Tango, who was clearly asleep for some reason.

"Uh oh!" Impulse said as he slipped off the bar, to which no one noticed.

"Get out of my way!" False said as she was pushing people into the pool of water underneath the plank with her sword. "I need my space!"

"Help me, Jevin!" Stress said as she was falling and close to becoming another one of False's victims. Being made of slime was pretty convenient in this situation though, as he was able to stretch and easily save her from the cold, murky waters of failure.

"Thanks!" Stress said.

"Let's form an alliance!" Mumbo said to the Architect team who all agreed with him, but it unfortunately fell over unwanted ears, as Bdubs heard over from the other side of the plank and was interested now.

"Did I hear an alliance is being formed? I've gotta join!" Bdubs said as rushed over, pushing Scar off the plank on the way.

"Can I be part-" was all Bdubs was able to say before they were all falling into the ocean.

"No." was the only thing Iskall said before they all fell into the water and had Dream Island out of their reach. While all of this was happening, Ren was still trying to wake up Tango.

"Tango, wake up!" Ren said while shaking him before he accidentally put him down too close to the plank and he started to fall. "Oops," but just then, Tango woke up and walked back up on the plank, pushing Ren off in the process.

"Ren! Don't ever-" Tango said before he realized what he just did. "Whoops,"

Final 6!

"Look, there's the evil False," Stress said to Jevin as she pointed at False. "She's still in,"

"Let's run her over!" Jevin suggested to False.

"Yeah!" She said, excitedly. This was only a harmless joke, she was gonna apologize later!

"Uh oh," Tango thought out loud as they started trampling over. The plan didn't work, however, and the two got kicked into the air by False.

"Hey, we're flying!" Jevin realized.

"You're right! Woohoo!" Stress confirmed, completely forgetting that what comes up, must come down.

"Uh-oh," Jevin remembered as they almost fell off the plank with TFC, but Stress managed to get a grip.

"Pull up," Jevin commanded Stress.

"I... can't!" Stress realized, getting ready for their fate. "Oh no! Tango? Zedaph? Help!" Stress cried for help. Eventually, Tango stepped on her hand, preventing it from falling any further.

"What is it?!" Tango asked, annoyed.

"You're stepping on my hand." Stress mentioned as Tango got off her foot.

"There, better now?" Tango asked.

"Yes, now pull us up." Stress said, but as Tango tried to pull the three up, he fell over and only had his feet on the plank now, the only part that still had a chance of getting the invite to Dream Island.

"Hold onto my other arm, TFC," Stress told him, who complied. Then the hugest dick on the planet towered over them as she started laughing in that cartoon villain sort of way.

"Ha, ha! I'm wearing non-slip shoes, so boo-hoo you weirdos!" False mocked them in her usual annoying way when Tango came up with an idea and kicked her over with one of his feet, but False grabbed onto Jevin to his extreme dislike before he came up with the idea to... lick her?

"Aaah, AAAHHH!" False screamed as she instinctively pulled away, but she instantly realized was a big mistake when she starting falling, falling, and eventually into failure.

"Nice work, Jevin! A job well done!" Stress complimented Jevin's great idea.

"TFC, let's swing!" Jevin said as they swinged back onto the plank, completely forgetting about Tango and Stress.

"Jevin, alliance, remember?" Stress reminded Jevin, who pulled Stress back up onto the plank.

"Stress! You're stepping on me!" Tango said.

"What?" Stress said before Tango fell. "Oops,"

Final 4!

TFC was the first to think and the quickest, as he pushed the unsuspecting Zedaph into the water, who seemed to be having another acid trip. He pushed a little too far, though, as he also fell into the dark, cold water. Now it was just Jevin and Stress left in the battle.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" They said in coordination. Stress chose paper, while Jevin chose scissors.

"Scissors beats paper, so I get to push you off!" Jevin announced, which surprised Stress.

"Wait, what!? I never agreed to that!" Stress said.

"Ok, here's the thing: when I win, I'll invite you to Dream Island." Jevin said, trying to make a deal with Stress.

"This still isn't fair, Jevin," Stress confronted him.

"Only one of us can will, after all," Jevin said while holding up

his middle finger instead of his pointer.

"Jevin, wrong finger." Stress reminded him.

"Whoops," Jevin said with an awkward chuckle. "But my point still stands."

"And that's where you're wrong," the mysterious woman popped out from a cloud of smoke once again. "You two both win!"

"We both get the invite?" Jevin asked.

"Not quite, you two actually get to choose teams for a more longer, larger competition for the invite to Dream Island."