It was a usual sunny day in Minecraftia. A few bad guys - a skeleton, a creeper, a zombie and a spider - were gathered in their favourite dark cave. The player may have been armed with a diamond sword, but he was a complete chicken. He kept sending his wolves on their friends and family, and never went anywhere near dark caves.

"Kinda quiet," remarked the creeper.

"You can say that again, Creep," said the skeleton, nodding.

"Kinda quiet," repeated Creep.

"I don't think Skelly meant it," said the spider.

"Ya think?" snapped Skelly, and aimed an arrow at the spider. The spider scuttled away quickly.

"I'm gonna stick my fangs in a place where the sun don't shine, if ya know what I mean," warned the spider.

"Be quiet, Arachnid," muttered the zombie. "I saw my brother burst into flames a few days ago. I'm mourning."

"Ssssssso?" said Creep.

"Your family burst into flames on a weekly basis, Drool," muttered Skelly.

"We have pretty weird names," commented Arachnid. She blinked her red eyes and scratched her head thoughtfully.

Skelly looked down at her bow, then at her arrows. "Drat. I'm almost out of ammo."

Creep and Drool stared at each other. Drool sniffed, and scratched his butt. Creep shuddered and backed away, his green back hitting the cave wall.

"Wish Ender was here," sighed Skelly.

"Yeah, he'ssssss alwayssssss great with a party," agreed Creep.

The monsters sat there in silence for a few more minutes. Arachnid poked her head out of the cave and saw that it was night.

"C'mon," she whispered. "Let's attack the player's chickens."

Later, the monsters were nearby the player's chicken coop. Skelly placed a newly-crafted arrow into her bow (even monsters can craft) and took aim. Creep hissed. Arachnid scuttled around impatiently. Drool drooled.

Suddenly, the player emerged from the darkness, his three pet wolves trailing behind him. Sword in hand, diamond armour set, he put up torches on his fence and pulled out some wheat.

The chickens went mad at the sight of the wheat. The player fed the wheat to the chickens. The monsters looked away as the chickens "got busy" and made babies.

"Awesome," grinned the player, and placed a Crafting Table onto the ground next to him. As he got to work, the monsters nodded to each other and tiptoed up to the chickens, who simply went on clucking. A few laid some eggs.

Creep chuckled. "I alwayssssss laugh when they do that."

"Shaddup!" snapped Skelly. "The player'll hear you!"

"OMIGOD!" screamed the player. "MONSTAHS!"

"Bail!" yelled Arachnnid. Everyone followed her except for Skelly, who remained where she was, shooting arrows at the player.

"Skelly!" yelled Arachnid, who was already well away from the player's chicken coop. "C'mon!"

Skelly stared at the player with loathing, then turned around and followed the other Minecraft monsters into the darkness.

But she was too slow. The player ran up to her and slashed her with his sword. Angered, Skelly swerved round, bow pulled back, an arrow aimed at the player. Suddenly, three wolves advanced on Skelly.

Her yells followed the other three monsters as they fled to their cave. However, they continued running, knowing that the next time they dared to venture outside, more of them would be taken. More lives would be lost.

Rotten Zombie Flesh. Gunpowder. String and Spider Eyes. Bones and arrows.

Lives lost because one selfish player wanted these items.

Why?