Dear Steve,
The Ender dragons are naught but extinct. The zombies die by the dozens night by night.
The ghasts cry from the pain you have brought to this pristine land, and they, with the zombie pigmen, have escaped the middle earth to retreat to the Nether where they prayed they could live in peace, as they did before you wreaked havoc to our land.
The Ender dragons, long hunted and tired of the fight, flew beyond the depths of the world and into the End, where they could finally fly in peace with the company of the Endermen.
But we, the skeletons, the zombies, the creepers—we have had to stay. In the middle earth, where you kill us without thought, build your hideous structures, plow down trees, and dig up the earth.
So we decided to do something about it.
As creepers, we are willing to sacrifice our lives for your destruction. When we die, you die with us.
The Endermen steal your blocks and attack ruthlessly with no fear.
The zombies, the skeletons, will persist in great numbers for all time.
We will not end the fight.
For it is not only the middle earth that you insist upon destroying, but you have found ways to reach the Nether and End as well. Now the ghasts, the withers, the Ender dragons, zombie pigmen, magma cubes; thousands of others are endangered, threatened by the tip of your diamond sword.
We know, you know, it is not always a fair fight.
You have magic. Sometimes, we cannot hurt you. We have naught but our own lives to sacrifice, but we have the great numbers, and we find a way to banish your kind from the land.
Even the zombie pigmen and Endermen, previously peaceful tribes, will kill upon provocation.
We warn you, Steve. One day, we will take back our land, and your buildings will fall to the earth as no more than dust.
-The Monsters