Long ago there was a man that ruled a kingdom. He was a cruel king and let famine ravage his lands. The famine led to a revolt. He was banished to the nether. At first he disliked everything about the place. The heat, the atmosphere and most importantly the loneliness. Struggling for his life he had no other choice than to feast on the mobs he could find. Unfortunately for him, the food he ate started transforming his body. His skin turned orange, some of it even got burnt off revealing bone, and some even caught on fire. And most noticably multiple larger mouths appeared over his body. The more he ate, the hungrier he got. Now he is left alone in the nether with an insatiable appetite, starving just like the people under his command. Legend has it that his maniacal laughter can still be heard while venturing through the soul sand valleys. But be vary. Once you hear him, it's already too late.