Minecraft, why do you mess with our heads so? Does our sanity offend you that much? There I was, just minding my own business, building a wall around a quaint little village I had found. Suddenly besieged by zombies, as you are sometimes, I trundled over to deal with these numerous slow, meddlesome pests. A few seconds later and I was dead, a tiny, bouncing blur of green dominating my memory.
Where the hell did that thing come from?! It looks like a zombie, but it’s half the size, twice as fast and five times as nasty! Well, I’m safely resurrected in my house, all I have to do is wait until morning and the little freak will burn with the rest, right?
So I busy myself with some crafting, some mining and wait for morning. With the sun well-up I leave my house to survey the damage. The village, bustling just minutes earlier, is eerily quiet. A few seconds later and I was dead, the same tiny blur of green had brought friends to mock me.
Really, Minecraft, they’re immune to sunlight too?! Why, Minecraft? Why?!
