3 Works by RadarGhost
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Miracles by RadarGhost
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
03 Aug 2025
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Grian could not believe that Scar would betray him for a piece of paper. After everything they had been through together, he struggled to understand how Scar could throw it all away. Grian had thought he had meant something. He had thought, foolishly, that someone loved him. That he was worth something. He was wrong. He was always wrong.
or the ending of Third Life but angst and then fluff
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Xisuma had tried so hard to protect the world he called his own. Xisuma had given everything he had to protect his players. The people who had given him their trust. The people who he had watched form a community. The people who had dragged him into their games and looked at him with such light in their eyes. Even now Xisuma could feel the world calling out to him as it struggled to not collapse around him. It was calling for him. He was its admin and while it was not a person it would be a bold mistake not to call it alive. It was his and he was its. An admin and a server.
He felt it scream and writhe in pain and he could do nothing to soothe its worries and except watch as it burned. It was dying and he could not save it. The only thing he could do was simply gaze upon his people in their home. His home. His love. His humanity. His Hermits.
Or the Watchers destroy Hermitcraft. Little did they know, Hermitcraft is a people not a place.
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Cracks by RadarGhost
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
12 Jan 2025
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Joel stepped into the void again, his worn sneakers skimming the air like ripples on an invisible pond, the weight of his friends’ lives pulling heavier than gravity ever could. The last time Joel walked on the void, he'd promised himself it would be the last—but promises, like clouds, were easy to tread on and even easier to break. The void stretched before him, endless and indifferent, daring him to tread its fragile nothingness. He’d sworn he wouldn’t come back—not after last time. But promises were whispers in the wind when lives hung in the balance. A memory flickered in his mind: the day he first leapt, his laughter echoing through the sky, untouchable. Now, the same power felt more like a shackle than freedom.
or Joel has the power of running on air and Jimmy and Grian need help. Joel overexerts himself.