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There is something wrong with VintageBeef.
Like, don’t get me wrong.
Beef is a lovely man, kind and there are not a lot of people that don’t like him.
But he is just wrong
Since he put his foot in Season 7, those who knew him before the shit show that was season 5, can see it.
His hair looks a little more red.
It’s not like he is a full blown redhead, it's just that it used to be more brown.
Some hermits swear they have seen his hair ignite in flames, but just for some seconds. When asked, beef always swears that it’s just an illusion, a flick of the sleep deprived hermit's imagination.
There is nothing wrong, he says.
The way he walks is just wrong .
Like, Doc was worried and asked, but Beef asserted that he is not impaired, there is no pain and he is walking even faster than before.
It’s just that, sometimes his feet do a very loud cracking sound, like when you close your hand fast after having it in one single position for too long, but feet should not crack like that. The way he walks is weird too, I can’t really explain what makes it so wrong , but it is like he is compensating for something, like a wheel without a screw that is now wobbling when used.
There is something wrong , but no one really knows the full scope of what.
Beef sometimes goes to his neighbor's jungle and only comes back 3 or more days later, he doesn’t say where he goes and what he is doing. Those who know only get more worried.
There is something wrong , everybody knows. Beef does too.
Well the truth is, There is a thing very wrong with VintageBeef. He may have escaped the jungle confinements, but it changed him in a way that there is no going back.
He needs the jungle now.
Even if it is not THE Jungle. Thank Mojang
He needs to go there, there is an urge inside himself. It's like he is going to die if he doesn't go, be dead like the jungle never let him be in the first place.
Just hanging in vines, never up or down.
For how many years he was there?
Just him the foliage and the inevitable creeping of a sweet death that never really came.
He can never go back, even if he wants to, every step is like going backward to the wrong place.
Beef is cursed, when he steps into the humid foliage of the jungle, his curse shows its ugly face.
It always starts with his hair and beard. It catches on fire
It hurts, but at the same time it does not.
It will not hurt the jungle this is a certainty, he just has to be careful so he doesn’t put his hands there.
His face burns and burns and burns.
Eternal hell fire lighting his somber path .
The shadows it makes are wrong, like everything in him.
Then it’s his feet, now he knows that he should sit the moment he puts them in the jungle, as in the past he would just fall as his feet start to crack, his bones breaking and rearranging themselves, going backwards and pointing to his back. It feels gross to admit that nowadays he feels better when his feet are like that, backwards always pointing to a path that he can never get back to.
There are some other changes too, like his now sharp teeth and claws .
Murderous instincts that make him isolate himself in his personal hell that is the jungle.
He fears the day someone will find him like that. Will he run? Will he attack? He doesn’t know and this is the scariest part.
As now he is the Demon that roams the jungle, backward feet always walking forward.
No idea where forward really is, everything these days is confusing and scary. Like himself.
One time Etho found him like that.
With knowing eyes he looked at Beef, but didn’t say anything.
He just walked away.
They never talk about that, because In the same way Beef never gets his shoes off around the other hermits, it’s been some long years since Etho got his mask off for anything.