UnitedMC is a whitelist Hermitcraft inspired server designed by Brolafe. We are founded on the principles of making a community everyone can belong to. We have an active, mature community, along with a dedicated staff that wants to ensure the best possible gameplay. Districts are setup just like HermitCraft. We are looking for quality over quantity keep this in mind when applying. We will be hosting monthly events for our community to ensure comradery along with holiday events. We use a discord server for all communication. If you love Hermitcraft this is the server for you!
Join Now for Season 2: Lost
We were peaceful. We lived together, helped each other out. We built bases, stores, farms. Traded with the locals. Everything seemed to be in perfect balance. We don't really know what changed. It started with just one person. He walked into the local village. Though everything seemed normal, as the locals came out to greet him, they were met with silence. Slowly he drew his blade and let out the most devilish scream. He went on a rampage. He killed them all and burned it to the ground. After the remains of the first attack was found, suspicion grew. Neighbor turned on neighbor. Death and destruction became our constant companion. The demise was upon us. As the world descended into chaos, two rival factions, the Bloodfangs and the Guardians, came together to escape. It was decided they would build a ship, one big enough to take them all away. The only condition was, the first island they found would belong to the Bloodfangs, with the Guardians sailing beyond the horizon. This was thought to be the perfect solution, until that night. As the storm descended it felt as if Poseidon himself wanted everyone dead. Thrashed about for hours on end, unable to control the ship, all they could do is hold on. As morning broke and the storm dissipated, the true tragedy of their situation was known. The sails were in tatters and the rudder broken, they were adrift. The Waring factions knew only one could survive, as they readied their weapons they saw it. In the distance a giant mushroom, they were drifting towards an island, but with only one island who would be the ruler?
Join us now for season 2 starting September 30th.
https://www.unitedmc.info/
About UnitedMC
UnitedMC is a whitelist Hermitcraft inspired server designed by Brolafe. We are founded on the principles of making a community everyone can belong to. We have an active, mature community, along with a dedicated staff that wants to ensure the best possible gameplay. Districts are setup just like HermitCraft. We are looking for quality over quantity keep this in mind when applying. We will be hosting monthly events for our community to ensure comradery along with holiday events. We use a discord server for all communication. If you love Hermitcraft this is the server for you!
Join Now for Season 2: Lost
We were peaceful. We lived together, helped each other out. We built bases, stores, farms. Traded with the locals. Everything seemed to be in perfect balance. We don't really know what changed. It started with just one person. He walked into the local village. Though everything seemed normal, as the locals came out to greet him, they were met with silence. Slowly he drew his blade and let out the most devilish scream. He went on a rampage. He killed them all and burned it to the ground. After the remains of the first attack was found, suspicion grew. Neighbor turned on neighbor. Death and destruction became our constant companion. The demise was upon us. As the world descended into chaos, two rival factions, the Bloodfangs and the Guardians, came together to escape. It was decided they would build a ship, one big enough to take them all away. The only condition was, the first island they found would belong to the Bloodfangs, with the Guardians sailing beyond the horizon. This was thought to be the perfect solution, until that night. As the storm descended it felt as if Poseidon himself wanted everyone dead. Thrashed about for hours on end, unable to control the ship, all they could do is hold on. As morning broke and the storm dissipated, the true tragedy of their situation was known. The sails were in tatters and the rudder broken, they were adrift. The Waring factions knew only one could survive, as they readied their weapons they saw it. In the distance a giant mushroom, they were drifting towards an island, but with only one island who would be the ruler?