A Specture is gathering over Minecraftia. The Specture of the Chicken...

It was just another usual day, just like any other. But this day would be different...

I was woken at dawn by the Elder, Jeff the rooster. He always wakes us up at the crack of dawn, because that is his job, and his natrual instinct. The blocky sun was just visable above the orange horizon, just like it alway was. Today was going to be another day in our home - a wooden shack with a garden, all guarded by a wooden fence - built by our owner. Our owner was a rather tall, stocky, 30-somthing human male, with a mighty stubble on his chin,dark brown hair, wearing shabby, fairly torn clothes. These clothes were perciliur, a turcoise t-shirt, and ripped jeans. Our owner called himself Steve, and I knew this because he was accompanied to talking to himself.

It feels like long ago,but we chickens ran about with no fences to stop us, absolute freedom for us to go where we wanted, and to let nature take its course at its own pace. Then Steve appeared one day, holding our favorite food out in front of our faces, and he slowly backed away, and we followed him. We all faced a dillemia - None of us wanted to follow him, as we knew not who he was, or what his intentions were, but we couldn't resist our food, as we had had food shortages in the last few days - but we followed him with haste (even more hastly as he then started to run). After a short while, we had been taken to his base. He pushed us into a wooden shack, guarded by wooden fences and shut the fences gates. We were locked in, and although we didnt know it yet, we were doomed to a life of abuse, starvation, and finally slaugther.

Thats the way it is now. We only eat every week, in breeding time ,seeds being  a extrmely strong aphrodisiac, (Thats where the phrase "Breeding like chickens" comes from), apart from that, we starve. After this forced breeding session, the best looking chicken is then brought into Steves' house, where they are brutally execucted. This life is no life, and Steve will had something coming to him...

The dawn was giving into mid-morning as I gathered all my comrades. I stood in the middle of the room, cleared my throat and said " My fellow chickens, do you rememer what life used to be like, before our "Owner" Steve came and took us from our promised land, into this prison, with abuse, starvation , and slaughter?". They were a few mermors, and whispers, because this subject was unwrittenly forbiden. "Is this life a life worth living? dont you want to return to our former lives, and be rid of the horrid Steve?". "If any of you feel the way I do, say I!". One moments silence.Two.Three. Then one of the chicks, Dave, cleared his throat, and shouted "I sir, I believe that we can have a life that you speak of, as I have not experience what you speak off!". There was then an uproar of support for this little chick. There was a real sense of belief in a community that was always negative, as death was potentially only one week away. I shouted "Steve will get his upcoming! We strike tonight, when it becomes dark...".

Now to put phase two into action.It was noon. I was going to have to gather a monster army to get ready to overwhealm Steve, as he sleeps, unware that karma controls what happens in this world. My first obstable was geting over the wooden fence that had trapped my kind for a long time. I walked up to the eastward section of the fence, where I saw a pig rolling in the mud, on the oppsite side. I said to him "Hello comrade, I was wondering if you could help me escape from this wretched place, by creating a hole in the ground that I could use to crawl under the fence?". To that, he replyed "I will, on the condiction that you do me a favour in return when you get back". I agreed, but asked what I had to do in return, and he replyed " Steve has taken all the natrual wheat that used to grow in these lands to use in his bread mill,and I want some wheat, in return for my services, and my name is Hogg by the way". Hogg rolled viciously in the mudd, and put all his weight into it. Within minuties, the ground had been dug out and there was now a small space that I could wriggle through to escape.

I began to wriggle through the hole, but when it though that I had gotten throughclean, I was struck by a splinter in the wood, which went through my right foot, Hog felt sympathy for me and said "Get on my back, i'll let you ride on me". I graciously accepted his kind offer then asked where I need to go. I told him to go into a valley, just behind the mountain that overshadowed Steves house. Hogg was a surprisingy good mountainier, given that 1) He was  pig, and pigs are generally clusmy and 2) I bearing my weight on his back, which, although I don't weigh much, it still must of hurt when I dug my claws into him out of fear of falling off. We reached the top of the mountain, and I saw the cave that was carved into the valleys towering walls.

The way that Hogg got down the valley was rather unorthodox. He used some long vines to absail down. Very unusual. When we reached the bottom, we prepared to enter the cave. Just as we steaped foot in the cave, a blanket of bats erupted and flew out of there.. Yes, they HAD to do monsters in there! After a few more steaps, we heard an ungodly growl, and then saw the green, rotting skin of zombie that stood before us. And behind us. And to our sides. We were surronded by a circle of the undead, and we were probobably going to die.

They had closed the circle in so tight that it reminded me of what I had had to call "Home" for the last forever, but they didn't swarm over us, biting and clawing as i've seen them to many of times to my comrades,when we were still roaming and free. Suddenly, the circle broke ranks and another zombie, this one much taller than the others, wearing an old, gold helmet, emerged from the darkness. He said "What is your bussiness here, bird, and  brother pig?". I replyed "Our species may have not seen eye-to-eye in this world, but we have a common enermy. Steve, the human, has slaughtered many of your kinds, just because the plesentrys you give, such as your hugs, and mis-intrecepted as a threat but him, and he doesn;t even give you the time to explain before beheading you. Don't you want to get payback?". One moments silence,Two.Three.Four. Then the leader spoke "Yes, I do desire to avenge my fallen. What do you have in mind?" He asked. I said "We must gather as many fighters as possible. Then you must swarm over his house, and , if you wish, devour him. You must climb up the valley walls - via the long network of vines, oppsite of the cave opening - over the mountain range, and into the clearing. You will see a house, which is of course, Steves. You must start mobilising as soon as it turns dark, so we can make sure we can definitly catch him, as he sometimes likes to go on a midnight hunt. He mentioned this place a few nights ago when he was talking to himself, and said, and I quote " Nex' time I go there, Ill kill everything I see.....hahahahahaha". "So yeah, looks like, if he goes hunting, he'll kill you all, 'cause he has Diamond Armour! Don't you see comrade! we must act, fast!".

"See you t'night" said the leader, but as we were about the leave, he said to Hogg " See you t'night, brother pig". As we finally left the cave, the sky was submiting to dusk to we had to move fast. As we were climbing the vines, I asked Hogg "Why did he call you 'Brother' Pig, your a pig, not a zombie!" Hogg changed the subject "We must be getting home, little chicken". That was the end of that convosation. When we got back to my "Home"  It was dark, I sensed it had happened again. It couldn't of. Tomorrow was slaughter day, not Tonight!?  I told Hogg to ram the fence gates open so I could organise my comrades attack. The fence gates flung open and splinters covered the nearby ground as Hogg ramed through them. I approached my comrades, as quickly as I could limping.

I asked a chicken nearby who had been taken. I was told that it wasn't only one of us that had been taken, but two. Steve had taken Dave the Chick and Jeff the Elder to thier deaths. I shouted "We must get our comrades back, with or without the monsters here to aid us!". I mounted Hogg and shouted the command to charge.

Hogg smashed through the double doors of Steves house with the ease of the fence gates he had ramed. Behind us, follow our army of comrades, all prepared to fight  to the deaths, knowing that either way, they would not be opressed any longer. In the kitchen, there stood Steve, brandishing a Iron Sword, ready to behead Jeff, who was tied up next to dave on the table, with spider string.  Steve looked away from the table to see his doors destroyed. In anger he prepared for battle. I shouted "Charge!!!!!!" and a wave of chickens swarmed over him, clawing and peaking at his body. But Steve violetly swung rapidly, cutting down many of them in his wake. To avenge them, Hogg charged, knocking him to the ground, but Steve swung, again and again at Hogg, hopeing to behead him. Hogg kept thrushing this paws at Steve, in reply to his sword, but Hoggs' health was draining....

That moment, a group of zombies, supported by skeletons, charged in, forcing Steve to flee upstairs to his Armoury. Two skeletons dargged Hogg out to their healer, the witch.... Upstairs, Steve was a diamond Knight, in full Diamond Armour with enchanted Diamond Sword. He wiped out the group of undead, that was advancing on him, with one mighty swing! Then he moved downstairs, and advanced on me, a psychopathic grin on his face.....

Suddenly lightning struck. I heard the scream of Hogg echo though space and time. But, when I looked, where there once was Hogg, there stood a monster, half-zombie ,half-pig. It screamed again, then it faced Steve.... Steveran back upstairs, and smashed his windows, Pigman following him all the way. Steve took a leap of faith, but faceflopped on the grasss in his garden. Pigman and the other remaining undead warmed on him, and savagely devoured the real monster, Steve.

I untied Jeff, and Dave, and then Leader came up to me and said " We have all lost many, but the sacariface has been worth it. We can all live in p'ace and 'armony. We will bring Hogg home to live with us, his new family, but you are welcome to drop by anytime. I will also act as a translater, as I doubt you know our native language of the undead. Goodbye, Little chicken". And he left, with his few remaining comrades, without uttering a single word that I could understand. Dave asked "Where do we go know?", to which I replyed "To anywhere, anywhere but here. We must find a place to bury our dead and live life, how it should be".

And the night sky had never, ever, ever looked so beauitful.