Somewhere, in an empty void of space, in a gap between planets, in the orbit of a star, there lies a spark. Inside the spark is a single piece of text turning into a line turning into a block of code, all being composed by an unseen hand in a different solar system. The last symbol is typed with finality; gas swirls in tighter and tighter circles; the basis of a world pops into existence. Third Life, it's called, and for a week or a month or so, it's empty, devoid of Players. And then, suddenly, someone appears in the world, and thirteen others soon follow. They stand in a ring in a forest, all surveying their surroundings and their fellow Players. Martyn is one of them- one of the original fourteen. Of course, he doesn't know then that there will be more people joining the group in other worlds named Life in the future- he doesn't even know that there will be other Lifes! All he knows is that he's in a world that's unfamiliar to him, he's surrounded by friends and strangers alike, and he needs to do anything in his power to live. --- Welcome! I present to you: The Life Series told through the eyes of the first four winners and in the scope of The Oh Hellos' Four Winds albums, featuring Scott as the representative of Notos, Grian as the representative of Eurus, Pearl as the representative of Boreas, and Martyn as the representative of Zephyrus. We'll cover everything from 3rd Life to Secret Life, and perhaps some stuff a bit beyond that, even. Buckle up; this is sure to be a wild ride!

some short oneshots to make your day better (i hope). mostly hermitcraft and life series probably. title from we'll never have sex by leith ross

Grian comes up with a plan. Jimmy and Joel are assigned to be distractions, but aren't told what the plan is. Surely, nothing could go wrong here, right? In which Joel and the hero Frost have a nice little fight, everything comes crumbling down, a terrible misunderstanding is had, and, as things around them fall apart, Joel and Frost fall together.

When Martyn was fifteen, he saw his first crow. The two stared at each other for a second- the bird's beady black eyes versus Martyn's green ones- and then the crow tipped its head, spread its wings, and flew off. Not long after, Martyn's mother came down with a sudden illness and passed away. Ever since then, Martyn's been traveling the land. If a crow shows up in the place he's in, he leaves as quickly as possible. They mean misfortune, he's puzzled out, so he shouldn't stick around when they're near. He doesn't want to get caught in the crossfire, after all. He hasn't ever been all that good at doing what he should, though. --- 3rd Life AU set in medieval times. Inspired by The Garden by The Crane Wives. Warning: If you haven't yet watched 3rd Life and don't want to be spoiled, I'd advise holding off on reading this story.

Grian wasn't supposed to still be in the game. It had ended. It was over. He was sick of the dry heat during the day and the numbing cold at night. He wanted to go home. They wouldn't let him go home. Grian presumed it was a punishment. He'd thought that the game would be enough for Them to finally leave him alone, but he was wrong. They'd never be satisfied, he was realizing. He was The One Who Got Away, and now They'd never allow him to escape the scope of Their gaze again. --- Basically, the Watchers trap Grian in 3rd Life after it ends. This is an account of the last days he spends in the game before he breaks free. Installation 4 of The Foxlore Collection. This fic can be read on its own.