I write this in hopes that someone else will learn of what I've discovered. Has anyone ever wondered about the races of our world? Has anyone wondered if the skeletons or zombies that chase us and haunt us at night were people, like us? Only recently did I find out that the ancient Crafters were actually real, and not simply myth, but I've had reoccurring thoughts about the other ancients of the Overworld. They honestly could not have been the only ones.
As I'm sure most modern Crafters are aware of, there are other dimensions with other mobs that haunt the dreams of the sane of mind. The End is only home to the Endermen, now that the Crafter, Steve, has vanquished the great Enderdragon. The other dimension, though…the one discovered far before The End…this one is commonly referred to as the Nether.
I honestly believe the original name was changed for story telling purposes. There is no possible way they wouldn't have named the cruel wasteland Hell. It's where certain creatures are believed to have been damned from the Overworld, according to some folktales and legends. In one instance, however, it is actually true. If one ever traveled there, one would know exactly which creature I would be referring to if I spoke the name 'zombie Pigman.' Though, if I asked myself – before I had made this discovery and learned the truth – how a calm, passive mob deserved to be damned to such an awful place, I would have no such answer for myself nor anyone else who wondered. But, simply…no, there is no simply. There is a history that must be told and there is only one account of it that seems to exist. Buried deep in this dusty, timeless stronghold, I have unearthed this one record – diary, almost – from the grand library.
Before I reveal it to you, though, I must remind you that the ancient Crafters have always been the cause of every person's suffering in the Overworld, from now on to through the most ancient of history.