Do you think Evbo ever gets cravings?
Sometimes I wonder if a diet of only raw meat mixed with the natural magic that would come from being so close to The Void 24/7 could change the Noobs biologically. Not a lot, but it makes it easier for them to digest meat than other foods. Raw food becomes easier and easier on their stomach with each passing day. Over weeks their teeth turn sharp to help them rip apart the tough food they are given. They don't have the armor that the pros do, so the magic makes their legs sturdier. They can jump as fast as others without special training but the claws that can only be used through Leather Boots due to the flexibility of the material helps them grip the blocks better. Evbo has almost fallen many times because he tried to grip the edge of a block with his Talons and lean outward for a better view of something, only for his Talons to strike the metal of the soles of his boots instead of the soft grass and dirt. Their eyes shine back light due to the fact there are no light sources other than the sun.
Perhaps their arms are much stronger than any other layer as well, because they're the only ones who will sometimes slip and grabbing onto the side of a block they haul themselves back up. Never when a Pro is around to see them of course, but in secret they teach eachother how to Grip.
These changes only really effect those who have lived there for weeks or months, with Evbo and The Old Man being the Most Changed of all of them due to being the only ones who have survived there for Years. Evbo doesn't know why he makes everyone on the higher levels nervous when they look at him. He doesn't know that he literally registers as Other to them with proportions that are Slightly Off. Arms to thick, claws to long, teeth to sharp, eyes that reflect Golden.
Mmm, this started off as reasons why Evbo would crave raw meat and spiraled into him being Uncanny Valley to the Masters and Pros. But speaking of meat! I wonder if his transformation over the years left him craving the taste and texture of raw meat. I wonder if he ever goes to the Pro Level as champion to "inspect" the farms and take 3 or four raw stake and chicken and run all the way to his throne with them. I wonder if he has a chest next to it, packed with ice. A chest stocked with raw meat that he can tear into and taste Home. I wonder if he ever cries into his hidden meat stash.
I wonder what EMF thought when he became champion and found a chest packed with ice and raw meat sitting in a place only Evbo could reach before that moment. I wonder if he asked. I wonder if Evbo would have answered.
OOOOO THIS IS SUPER COOL! I really love the way you wrote it, body horror is just so much fun. This honestly reminded me of the Magnus archives a tad, so if you are into that sort of stuff I would check it out. In other minecraft related propertys I've played around with ideas of the void warping and twisting creatures into something that Isn't quite human, I think I have a grian fic about that floating around on a03. While it's not an idea I've given more thought to for Parkciv I still think it's really cool! I think it would also be kinda interesting to combined with another idea. I think it would be really interesting if becoming a god slowly starts to change Evbo, I've always thought it would be interesting if after becoming a god evbo starts to lose some of his human traits physically showing how different he was now than what he once was and the people he cares about. If this is combined with your idea about Evbo being different than everyone else because of the void, his godhood could slowly remove these traits and thus remove the last few connections he has to his life before. One day there would be nothing left to show of the time he spent everyday struggling it would be like it never happened, no one but him even remembered what it was like. He was scarred in more ways than one but they showed that he had overcame it, now it was nothing but a distant memory. He might even start to ask himself after enough time has past, did it even happen? It wouldn't be the first time his memories lied to him.
(btw sorry for being slow with the replies kinda had a hectic day and I didn't want to just reply to it on my phone)
So, something I learnt the other day. So, you know how dinosaurs supposedly can't see you if you stand still? Well that myth is based on real-life lizards/etc and how eyes in general work. So, once my dad starts infodumping, here comes some other cool information. We, humans, can in fact, also not see something unless it's moving. We fixed this by having our eyes constantly shake. And then our brain compensates for us, so we don't have to have shaky vision.
What if aliens don't have this? Like. What if they find out when one of us was looking at something in the distance, and they walk around this thing that's in front of them, and the alien is confused so they bob their head and oh, there's a thing there, but how did the human know that, and then we explain and they're like, horrified.
Humans are apex predators. They can hunt in packs. They can hunt in pairs. They can hunt on their own. They're persistance predators, which is unheard of. They get stronger when they're mad or scared. They have this thing called 'body language' which acts like a type of hivemind, even if they'll claim it isn't. And. They can see you. When you're not moving. They can still see you. If you ever find yourself in a fight against a human, for whatever reason? Run. Run as fast as you can. And hope, pray if you have a religion, that they won't follow.
I don’t care that some of these are repeats some things that aren’t broken don’t need to be changed.
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Imp and Skizz weren’t born, exactly. They spawned into existence as adults (which isn’t unique to them, as there are plenty of players - other Hermits included - that spawned out of thin air).
The thing is, it wasn’t just a coincidence that Imp and Skizz spawned in the same place at the same time. They’re what’s known as Heartbounds, where two beings are connected in every way besides physical. They have their own language that only they can understand, and they can pretty much read each other’s minds.
The mindreading doesn’t allow them to know each other’s exact thoughts, and they can’t completely control it, but it does let them ‘speak’ to each other without having to actually say anything. It also works long distances, so if Skizz is causing trouble on the other side of the map, Impulse will know that he’s doing something stupid (it also works across servers).
They can also telepathically send each other their intents (like if Impulse thinks they should prank Tango and wants to tell Skizz without anyone else knowing).
Their language is made up of random gestures and incomprehensible yelling. They know exactly what the other is saying, but to anyone watching they look insane.
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Grian: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Scott: You're a hazard to society. Joel: And a coward. DO TWENTY. Scott: I trust Grian. Joel: You think he knows what he's doing? Scott: I wouldn't go that far. Grian: What did you do with Scott's body? Joel: What didn't I do with the body? Grian:... Joel: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully. Joel: What do you think Grian will do for a distraction? Scott: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I'd do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Scott: ...or he could do that. Joel: Why are you on the floor? Scott: I'm depressed. Scott: Also I was stabbed, can you get Grian, please. Grian: Scott, can you pass the salt? Scott: *Throws Joel across the table* Scott: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Joel: I'm a knife. Grian, from across the room: He's the little spoon. Grian: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? Joel, turning to Scott: How tall are you? Grian: You have to apologize to Scott. Joel: Fine. Joel: 'Unfuck you' or whatever. Scott: Grian, my old arch enemy. Joel: I thought I was your arch enemy! Scott: I have a life outside of you, Joel. Scott: I told Grian his ears flush when he lies. Joel: Why? Scott: Look. Scott: Hey Grian, do you love us? Grian, covering his ears: No. Scott: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Grian, motioning to himself and Joel: No no no no no, TWO idiots! Scott: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me. Grian: Okay, but in my defense, Joel bet me 50 cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo. Scott: That's not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!