It was early morning in Minecraftia. The sun was shining, and inside the base of the Sky Army the newest recruit was sitting on her bed. She had just come there from a life of darkness and sadness, where she was bullied and abused. Her name was Shadow. Oh, and also she was a hybrid, except that in her case she was half-human half-Enderman. Her genetics had to choose which height she would be, and thus she discovered that she was the first one who could tell if it was going to rain.
Shadow sat on the edge of her bed, her skeletal left jaw clenched with the flesh-covered right one. She was very, very sad. It was the natural resting state of hybrids.
"Oh, what am I to do," she sighed dejectedly. "I've got the strength of a very fit Minecraftian and the teleporting powers of an Enderman, but it saddens me." She sighed again, this time with a slightly louder pitch.
Suddenly, Sky burst inside her room. He looked miserable.
"I have shocking and depressing news that will probably send you spinning into a gread sad whirlpool and cause you to start killing everyone," he gasped.
"Oh, just say it," Shadow cried.
"Your house exploded," Sky said. "And your carrots were ripped up by a sudden hurricane... and your parents had to move because they couldn't pay the rent, and I'm secretly turning into a squid monster (bugger that)... and... er... your chickens died of cancer! Yes, that's it."
Shadow got up off the bed and fell to her knees.
"Sorry," said Sky halfheartedly. "I had to find enough sad things to advance the plot. My apologies."
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Shadow screamed into the sky above her that was blocked by the ceiling.
"Thanks girl," said Sky. "Hey, listen, I gotta go. Gotta find the next hybrid and tell her that her cat died from explosive..."
Shadow wasn't listening. She was a living bucket of angst and depression, and therefore too important in the story to listen.
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