His name: Krhewu(Kray-wuh), lying on the ground bruised, bleeding and yelping. Glaring as his monstrous creations, his behemoths and his unwanted familiars brought darkness upon Minecraft's native people, minecraftians. Terracotta buildings had collapsed and glass was strewn across the cold and bitter snow. As his abominations strolled through the streets of the city once of peace, harmony and serenity, now in fear, anger and distress, he felt guilt as creepers bombed the minecraftians and their vicious dogs. Skeletons sent arrows soaring through citizens chests. Zombies knocked, bashed and shoved them off the edge into hell and all oblivion below. Whizzing through the air, an arrow sliced through Krhewu's chest and it was then he realized he was the abomination himself and he felt guilt but that turned into pleasure.