These are a series of mini stories that will give you an insight into the lives of your average mobs. Find out what your common zombie is really like, what the other mobs think of each other, and what the other mobs think of US! Please, comment on what mobs you'd like me to do next, and what stories you want me to possibly extend into a proper tale! Thx a lot, this is zeldahappy24, introduction out!

THE ENDERMAN


Zap was an enderman. An ordinary, standard enderman. He could teleport to a range of about thirty blocks, or, as he liked to call it, bouncing. Zap walked up a nearby mountain just as the orange sun was beginning to set behind the faint dunes of a faraway desert. He liked deserts. Not much water, lots of sand and plenty of cactus to hide behind. Zap bounced up the the top of the mountain, sat down and gazed at the tiny dots appearing below. It was now officially night. Mobs were spawning. At least he'd made it through the day, he thought. Zap had only spawned last night, a day ago from now. Suddenly, he heard a low noise, like a growl or a murmur. He jumped up, primed to attack, to find that it was only a zombie. His friends had told Zap not to mix with that crowd, because bad things happen when you walk with a group of zombies. You get into so much trouble. At least, that was before they had left. Teleported away to 'see the world'. Maybe they were just fed up of seeing him. Zap watched the zombie, curious to what they were really like. It seemed that they didn't talk much, but last night he knew what havoc they could cause, when they decided to attack a village. He sighed, and bent down again to observe the monsters below from a safe distance. Wait a second, he thought. Why are they turning red? From there he could just make out a figure sprinting along, a sword glistening in his hand. For every single mob that came before him there was a swing of his sword, and the mob flashed red and disappeared, leaving just a cloud of smoke behind as a parting gift. "No." Zap whispered. "No no no..." The human turned to face the mountain. He locked eyes with the enderman. Zap tried to look away, but it was too late. He found himself being dragged, dragged into the vortex that would seal his fate. A one on one battle with a human. Surely he would lose. He blinked. He was no longer on top of the mountain. He had bounced into the valley below, but this time all the mobs were dead. It was just him left. Him, and the human. Time went in slow motion. Zap couldn't stop himself. He opened his mouth wide, bounced behind the man and hit him. Right on the head. A spray of items and glowing orbs stood where the human had been. Zap picked up some measly leather armour and some purple dye. He dyed the armour and put it on. "Now a weapon." He muttered to himself. He scooped up an iron sword and an enchanted bow and arrows. "I am Zap, the lone enderman." He shouted angrily. "Protecter of monsters!"





THE GHAST


The ghast flew. Away from the frenzied snorting of the pigmen. Away from the whizzing fireballs of the blazes. Away from the entire nether fortress. He needed peace. He was tired of all the other mobs looking up to him, wanting him to do something great like all the other ghasts. But he didn't want to shoot at the adventurers. He couldn't summon up enough anger. Even when he heard a rumour that they were starting a cruel sport called 'Ghast fishing'. He simply could not do it. "A wimp," the ghast told himself as he settled between two clumps of glow stone. You are a wimp and will be one forever." He gazed down to the ground at a flock of magma cubes frolicking in the lava pools. "At least someone's happy." The nether fortress was just a purple dot in the distance. The ghast was amazed at how fast he could fly. Suddenly, a faint noise came into earshot. It was a deep, rhythmic, pulsating type of noise. He got up, and began to follow the sound. He landed just past the magma cubes, safely concealed behind a hill of soul sand. Cautiously, he peeked out, and immediately recoiled in shock. Why? Why had he left the glow stone hideout, his only place of relaxation? There was a portal, glowing deep purple and lined with obsidian. The very device the humans used to travel here and destroy the nether's eerie beauty. A man emerged from the portal. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a sky blue shirt and navy trousers. His grey boots clacked on the netherack as he walked along. The ghast closed his eyes. He knew what would happen next. The adventurer would kill the magma cubes, and then come for him. But the human didn't. Instead he sat down on a ledge, pulled out a leather book and began to write. The ghast shuffled closer to get a closer look, but immediately doubted his decision. He was just one meter from the adventurer, when a zombie pig an startled him with a very loud snort. He tripped on a mushroom, and fell onto the adventurer. What had he done? Death surely awaited him now. But again, he was wrong. The man simply laughed. He picked up his notebook and began to scribble again. The ghast flew away, embarrassed. Questions stung him like bees. Why didn't the human kill him? After a while, the man left back through the portal, but he had left a brown object behind. The book! The ghast picked it up to read it, and here's what it said. 'Steve's Journal, Entry 45 My trip to the nether. Most people think ghasts are scary. That they are evil. But in fact, I met one today that was the complete opposite. He was curious, and a bit embarrassed! So, people shouldn't just judge mobs by stereotypes. Some are different. Some are friendly. Just think of the future, where mobs and humans stand side by side, mining together, helping each other out...'


THE ZOMBIE


Gala and his gang of cronies laughed as a lone Skeleton was set one fire by the setting sun. He was hiding beneath an oak tree, out of reach from the suns harsh rays. This was his first day in the world, and he wanted to have some real fun. Yeah sure, last night he had pulled a pretty funny prank on this weird enderman kid, but tonight would be better. It would be awesome. Turk, one of Gala's best mates, was experimenting with the light by sticking his arm out and pulling it back in, on fire. "Yowch!!" He screamed. But that didn't stop him from doing it again 2 minutes later. Sometimes Gala questioned the intelligence of his 'friends'. The moon was up by the time he had decided on a plan of action. There was a village around 200 blocks away from there, full to bursting with goods to be stolen and villagers to capture. They were to attack the village by breaking down the doors and turning the villagers into zombies, too. It was simple, really. "Okay guys. Lets move out." He whispered as he emerged from the relative safety of the oak tree. Gala winced as a few moonbeams touched his back, but he soon got used to it. About 150 blocks into the walk, he spotted a large, stone arc, stretching as high as the clouds and making the insides as dark as the bedrock at the bottom of the entire world. He heard music. He saw dancing. "Forget the village!" He screamed over the increasing noise. "Let's do this!" He broke into a jog, then a sprint, anxious to miss even a second of this amazing party. When he reached the Arc, he noticed a sign saying admission: one iron. Gala didn't have one iron. Neither did Turk, or Hank, or Lance. "How the nether am I supposed to afford that?" He mumbled. A grumpy skeleton who looked like he didn't want to be there looked up slowly. None of them had noticed him before. "Look, buddy," he grumbled in a voice like a monotone. "This party is for people who have actually achieved something. You know, killed an adventurer. Raided a house. Doing what us mobs were born to do. Looks like you and your bunch of losers will have to have your tea party somewhere else." Gala was outraged. How dare he? How dare this measly skeleton insult the great Gala, ruler of the northern forest? Well, maybe that was exaggerating a bit. But still! Gala breathed in. Pulled back his arm. And punched the skeleton right in the face.


THE SKELETON


Dekkar picked up the remains of a random skeleton that had burned in the daylight. She sighed. Dekkar had earned some kind of reputation in the cave, a reputation that earnt her some kind of silent respect within the walls of that bleak fortress. You see, it had started when the humans attacked the skeleton clan's earlier hideout, which caused many sad, mourning faces and a lot of deaths. She didn't know what made to do it. But she had grabbed one of the shovels the humans left behind, and started to dig graves. Soon the forest was full of mourning flowers and multicoloured tombstones made from any blocks the soldiers could scavenge from what the humans left. Dekkar guessed it was her official job now. While the archers stood on the clifftop above the cave, and the soldiers trained within, she just wandered around, lost, lost in the complex of her own mind. The funeral lunatic. The name suited her. She picked a flower, and fastened it around her wrist like a bracelet. The sweet smell filled her lungs as she began to turn around, back to the cave where she would be expected to dig some more underground rooms. Dekkar was the digger. The skeleton equivalent of a miner, she guessed. The musty aroma of wet dirt drifted around lazily. "Hey, Dek, wait up!" She turned around to see Gray, one of the leader's 'great' advisers. To be honest, someone times Dekkar found him pretty annoying, lording over everyone like he knew what he was doing. No one knew what they were supposed to be doing after the attack. But Gray was determined to get things sorted. As soon as possible. "Dekkar, hey, nice to see you. Right, so, me being right down to the point, yeah, of course." He stammered, looking incredibly flustered. Dekkar had to stifle a snigger. "Okay, so.... Yeah you have to dig a um... Room! That's what it's called, um, okay. A room for the um, soldiers to sleep in, yeah, alright. Anyway, see you later!" He waddled up towards the surface in a walk that was so comical that she almost fell to the ground, laughing. Suddenly a shrill alarm began to blare. It echoed through the cave, piercing her ears and penetrating her brain. Someone screamed. Someone collapsed to the ground and weeped. An eerie red light filled the walls and illuminated everybody's faces. Red. Code red= humans. The flower bracelet slipped off her wrist as she ran towards the light, towards more death.


THE SPIDER


Spinner soared. High above the glistening lake. High above the moonbeam-glazed faces of all of the other entities. She loved the feel of climbing. She felt important. Like a king or queen. The blocks whizzed by her like blurred comets. Grey, brown, green. The colours flashed past her as she elevated. Spinnero s aim was to reach the clouds. To feel the soft, white, fluffy clouds brush past her face. Then sheo d leap. Leap from the clifftop above the lake. Hopefully, sheo d land in the lake, or it was bye-bye spider. But, nevertheless, climbing was her life. This plan was what sheo d dreamed of. She stopped. The silky clouds were in arms length from her point. Carefully, she approached the clouds. The mobs below were no longer visible. The lake itself looked like a fishing pool, not the gigantic expanse of water it was on the ground. Spinner entered the clouds. Immediately, her weight was lifted, and all she could see was white, white everywhere, blocking out the moon. How was she supposed to jump when she couldn't see where she'd land? Suddenly. Spinner lost her footing. The four legs that had once been balanced neatly on the side of the cliff slipped, one by one. She found herself falling. Dark blue sky blurred her vision, and made everything look the same. She felt sleepy. Very sleepy. Slowly, her eyes began to close as she tumbled towards the ground. Would she die? Or would she live? Spinner didn't care. She was lost in the world of unconciousness, unable to think properly, unable to react quick enough. As quick as lightening, her eyes shot open, and, as she tried to take a deep breath in, she found that it was impossible.