---There are two types of people in Minecraft: Creationists, who believe Notch, in his infinite wisdom, created all mobs in his image, and Evolutionists, those who feel mobs and worlds were all created by what are known as, "Seeds." Seeds are mere letters, numbers, and symbols; a code. This code transforms itself into a 'blocky' world in which caves, swamps, mountains, and more are created. The process of said seeds generating at such rates is called, "The Big Game." I myself am an Evolutionist, and I will explain my story in full detail.
---Evolutionists like myself believe that once a seed has generated, micro-pixels are formed. Single-pixeled organisms if you will, begin to asexually reproduce. (Asexual reproduction is when something breaks apart. Each broken part regrows itself. These traits can be seen in sponges, starfish, and bacteria.) Now over thousands, even millions of years, there's been a giant missing link because science, just like Christianity, Judaism, etc, is just incomplete. However, eventually, out of the ocean came a familiar face we've all come to know and love, Steve. Steve's natural survival instincts kicked in almost instantly, though he was the first of his kind. We believe that it was 'the code,' that gave him such instincts.
---Steve came to discover many things. While he had evolved from micro-pixels from the ocean, he found that tasty animals, or mobs, had come from hyper-active micro-pixels from the grass. (Later on in Steve's survival career, he found that the micro-pixels had stopped randomly making animals. Now, a chemical reaction having to do with crop and strange hearts were what make more tasty, nummy creatures.) There were two animals who originally emerged from the grass: Pink, tasty animals called, "pigs," and lovely fluffy things called, "sheep."
---Contrary to popular belief, Steve had access to redstone technology far before, 'Secret Fridays.' As a matter of fact, He had a high-quality experimental gene-engineering lab. Steve had become very lonely and depressed at the time. He had even been deeply contemplating suicide. Our Hero was desperate to find others. Or make them. He begun deep tests, studying the random book cases he somehow made with sugarcane. They were just- there. Eventually, he felt confident he was ready to conduct his first experiment; Steve had manipulated the very fabric of his genes in his redstone gene lab. After months and months of research, hypothesizing, calculating, and other painstaking work, he was met only with failure. He was given what was merely a neandrathal. It was as if he was spit in the face. Steve rejected his failure and tossed it into the wilderness. Only, the accident was not the creeper, and it was not the last he saw of his, 'failure.'
---To be perfectly honest, I could go into detail about practically every single mob. However, this is the story of the creeper. The missing links are only intentional. And you may ask how I know all of this information. It's because the random books inside of the cases... Steve was a great writer.

End of Part One.
Writer's note: Yes, I am well aware I have not even mentioned the creeper aside from the introduction. I hope you're patient and understand that a good story keeps you always wanting more... :) Next chapter, we will find out the truth... The truth of how the creeper was truly made. And please, leave comments expressing what you think. :)Find out what happens next at Part Two!