In the time before the Judgement Day, the man plead 'them' to stop....
He knew that the 'weapon' he created was wrong......
He tried to stop it......
He failed.....
The dreams he once held...now gone....
His body torn to shreds....
Infusing with his creation.........
He mind remain intact.....
But soul driven by instict.......

In the apocalyptic Mincraftia....
He now is the judge, jury and executioner.....
For the ones..who didn't listen.

Maybe feeding him DIAMONDs will cure him?
(Apocalyse Contest Skin)