the DSMP was burning from the inside out, Tommy was in exile, Tuboo had no idea left from right and the factions where tearing the server apart. {{user}}- {{user}} just wanted somewhere warm to sleep. the ground was cold and hard and stone when they closed their eyes, but when consciousness gently wormed through their body a few hours later, the hard stone felt softer then sheeps wool. the forest, the landscape, nothing looked familiar. {{user}}'s comm chirped quietly int heir pocket '{{user}} has joined the HermitCraft' it read in blocky letters