Hermitcraft Vault Hunters 22 - We did it... 

Agreed. Their S8 dynamic was so funny. Still laugh at Iskall always trying to make diamonds. And Etho was trying to spend all their diamonds.

Timezones are a headache sadly

​@@bluedemontr-whisperofwind-2296it'd be fun if they played on a base together but we're never on the base at the same time

I’d love that too!!!

@@bluedemontr-whisperofwind-2296 This is basically what happened in season 8. They were rarely on at the same time and would leave love notes in a chest for eachother lmao.

its all a good bit of spore-t

The joke gets stalkier and stalkier each time I hear it. He might need to cap it soon.

He really shouldn't feel gill-ty about having fun I lend my morel support Haters should button their lips

In _another thread_ *Iskall might think a 'mycelium is a high thing' everything organic breaks down at mushroom. True, he said being overpowered in the vault is fungi. _spore_addict_ 😅 What about _XB Plasma Man??_ Without magnetospheric plasma, there's no mushroom. Wait, Space. Inorganic mushroom. Can we just go back to the metaphor? The place where sheep graze?* yes.

fungi-er*

They stem from humor, and it's always nice to cap off an episode with a pun or two.

It spore taste to complain about jokes, especially when they're just trying to break the mould.

Amanita bit more of them. Saying they're bad is a Phallaceae.

Honestly, idk why Iskall doesn't live in a mushroom fields biome.

@@JaegerDreadful It's probably mush too far away

Yeas!

Behind the dungeons? Avast, me trusty crew!" bellowed Captain Flintbeard, his grizzled voice carrying across the ship. "Me back be achin' like a sea serpent gnawin' on an old boot. But fear not, for I have me a remedy that eases me pain like the touch of a gentle mermaid. With a steady hand, the captain reached for his cherished elixir, only to find an empty space where it once stood. "Blasted barnacles!" he exclaimed, "Who be the scoundrel be snatchin' me brandy? As he paced the ship's deck, his mind also wandered back to his days on the high seas, battling fierce storms and rival pirates. "Ah, the memories of me adventures flood me mind like a tidal wave," His eyes lit up as he recalled battles fought on the rolling ocean waves. "I remember the time we clashed swords with the infamous Blackbeard, his beard ablaze with the fury of a dragon! We fought tooth and nail, but in the end, it was me mates and a good measure of brandy that sent that scallywag down to Davy Jones' locker!" Captain Flintbeard's weary eyes caught sight of a glimmer. There, nestled amongst the ropes and barrels, lay his missing bottle of brandy. "Yo ho ho!" he exclaimed, triumphantly clutching the treasure to his chest. "Me back pain may linger, but me spirits soar like a seagull on the wind!" With a hearty laugh, Captain Flintbeard raised his bottle to the stars, toasting to the sea, his adventures, and the simple pleasures that made life worth living. And as his ship sailed into the horizon, the captain's spirit remained unyielding, fueled by the memories of his pirate days, the love of the sea, and a good swig of brandy to ward off the pains of age. "Yo ho ho, me hearties! The sea be me home, and the brandy be me remedy. A pirate's life, though filled with trials, be a life worth livin'!" He uncorked the bottle but it was nearly empty. "Now, who be the scurvy dog that be pilferin' me brandy? Show yerself, ye sneaky landlubber, Captain Flintbeard leaned against the ship's railing, his weathered life etched with lines of wisdom. Captain Flintbeard looked at the deck of his ship, his weathered boots against the wooden planks. "As the wind whispers through the riggin'" "I remember the time we faced the legendary Kraken, its tentacles reachin' for me ship like a greedy octopus after a shiny trinket, it tangled me up in the riggin' like a stubborn sea serpent!" Twas a battle for the ages, me hearties! As he searched, memories of his swashbucklin' adventures flooded his mind. Gold doubloons, sparkling jewels, and barrels of rum that'd make a pirate's heart skip a beat. "Ah, the days of me youth, when me crew and I would sail the seven seas, plunderin' and pillagin' with a lust for adventure in our hearts. We faced storms that'd make Davy Jones himself tremble. But none of 'em could compare to me precious brandy right now, the elixir that soothed me aches and pains like a siren's song." "No scurvy sea dog or pesky ghost..." His memories intermingling with the present. "The sea, me hearties, be me true home. Captain Flintbeard's eye caught a glint of glass beneath a pile of forgotten maps. "Arr, me hearties! I've found it! Me missing bottle of brandy. "Now listen here me hearties, ye be in for a tale that'll make ye blood run cold! 'Tis the legend of the cursed treasure of Skull Island, a tale that sends shivers down the spines of even the bravest buccaneers!" We set sail for Skull Island, guided by an old map that whispered secrets of untold riches. The island itself was a fearsome sight, with jagged cliffs that pierced the sky and a dense jungle that hid its mysteries like a mermaid's siren call." "We ventured ashore, cutlasses in hand, our eyes gleaming with greed and a ill lust for adventure. The jungle whispered ancient secrets, and the air was thick with silence. We should have said, "No More." Through treacherous swamps and tangled vines, the others came upon a crumbling temple, its stone facade haunted by the echoes of lost souls. Within its depths, a chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow, as if the very air crackled with supernatural energy." "And there, in the heart of the chamber, lay the treasure, glimmering with a malevolent light. Jewels of unimaginable worth, golden trinkets that beckoned like sirens. But they knew not of the curse, the curse that lay upon it, a curse that would entangle the lives in misfortune." "Greedy hands took upon the treasure, but as they made their escape, the very ground beneath their feet trembled with anger. The island itself seemed to come alive, as if the spirits of the long-departed pirates sought vengeance for the theft of their riches." "Their ship, once a vessel of freedom, became ensnared in a maelstrom of swirling waters and ghostly apparitions. The crew, once united in their pursuit of wealth, turned against one another, driven mad by the curse that clung to the treasure." Captain Flintbeard's voice grew somber, his eyes reflecting the weight of the past, battling not only the treacherous sea but also the darkness that threatened to consume them. "The ship sank beneath the waves, the cursed treasure slipped from our grasp, lost to the depths of the unforgiving ocean." With a heavy sigh, Captain Flintbeard glanced out to the horizon, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and caution. "So, me mateys, beware of cursed treasure, no amount of gold can bring ye peace if ye be haunted by the shadows of the past. 'Tis a lesson I've learned the hard way, and one that I pass on to ye, me dear crew." Captain Flintbeard, the retired pirate, had spent his days peacefully sailing the open seas on his small wooden ship, the "Tipsy Mermaid." Though his pirating days were long behind him, he still enjoyed the salty breeze and the gentle rocking of the waves. But there was still a mischievous problem. Every evening, as Captain Flintbeard settled down in his cozy cabin, he would reach for his bottle of brandy, the elixir that eased the persistent nerve pain, an injury he had acquired from a daring battle with the Kraken and tangled him up in the rigging of the masts many years ago and to his dismay, because only he and his first mate, a parrot only 2, were the only two on the ship, yet the brandy would mysteriously disappear from the bottle a little at a time. One evening, determined to catch the brandy thief in the act, Captain Flintbeard devised a plan. He carefully positioned himself behind a curtain, brandy bottle in hand, pretending to be engrossed in a thrilling pirate tale. At just past midnight he heard a creak on the wooden floor, followed by a faint giggle. Peeking out from behind the curtain, the captain spotted a mischievous parrot perched on his precious bottle. "Avast, ye feathered fiend!" Captain Flintbeard exclaimed, causing the parrot to squawk in surprise and topple over, spilling the brandy all over the floor. The parrot, seemingly unapologetic, hopped around, flapping its wings in a comical attempt to escape the captain's wrath. "Ye scurvy bird, why toy with an old pirate's pain relief?" Captain Flintbeard grumbled, trying to suppress a chuckle as he watched the parrot's antics. Captain Flintbeard couldn't help but burst into laughter, while the parrot, with NO apologetic expression, offered the sea captain a playful salute, as if to say, "No hard feelings, mate!"

I thought maybe it could be adapted into a play. Has anyone attempted to enter the dragon in the dragon room? Maybe it's solid, I don't know.

i like this idea a lot tbh

We have a design in mind, but this is a great idea, you might spot parts of this xD

Yes , and its pianful , but thats also just the last 1 skill point you would want , lv 94 or 95 is already pretty comfortable

It's certainly one of the examples of all time, that's for sure. Back in Fortnite season 5 I believe, levels 1-92 were the same to 93-100. Aaaaaaand that was horrible. Putting progress behind something time gated is not great game design for end game. Fortnite's case was a bit different (worse) because it was also time gated because of the season ending, but progress feels incredibly stagnant with active XP progression. Using 25+ minutes just to get a tiny fraction of a level to prolong the game without providing new content isn't player friendly, especially in an incredibly RNG based game.

The classic example: Runescape, where 1-92 is halfway to 99.

And TFC is now a ghost looking through between F and T :( I guess that's a nice memorial since the row of hermits is supposed to only include current ones. As for the new hermits, I guess the ones that visited for DO2 are the most likely candidates. Any of them seem like good candidates, but IMO it would be most wonderful to see Skizz. The others might be more focused with Empires if there is to be a 3rd season, so Hbomb could be a possibility. Though Empires didn't stop Gem and Pearl from joining.

Martyn (In the little woods) with his proficiency in puns!

fWhip made a community post mentioning a new series in about a month. It could be Hermitcraft

my guess is fwip and mysticalsausage

There is when you "seal" it, but you have to be level 100 to seal it

Thats why Javelins exist , Bows use a completely different damage calculation

javs r no where close to bows@@Lakosius

@@vegboylokesh7778 Javelins were added in place of vault bows or ranged weapons. They were trying to add vault ranged weapons for a long time, and it was always going to be javelins because they had drawbacks to using such as having to pick them up after throwing, but the ultimate problem was always that when you have a ranged weapon in minecraft, it will nearly ALWAYS outclass a comparable level melee weapon. It just wasn't feasible from a balance perspective to add a weapon that had range like that. Javelins were reworked into an ability because while it's virtually impossible in a minecraft based engine to balance range alongside melee and have both feel satisfying, an ability is a different story. With an ability, they can control specs, they can give it a mana cost, and a cooldown, and because of that it's actually possible to balance. So yeah, javelins are somewhere near what vault bows are.

How about a double barreled shotgun?

Bows would be pointless. Hordes are large and bows are to slow. They could let Create potato cannons in but javelins are already a thing and are great.

thats very clever

Exactly this. As it stands there are three viable builds. The others are very weak and by Iskall’s standards the top three should be nerfed or taken out of the game because people really like them.

Mining Laser > Terra Shatterer

Jet packs and mining lasers, those were the days.