The Villager ran through the cold Taiga, his breath coming out in puffs of fog. He heard a noise behind him and drew his sword. He turned right, then left, and he turned back and continued running. His Village stood ahead and he ran for the light of his beloved torches and his little house. Suddenly, there was a hiss and he swung his sword, slicing the Creeper in two. Gunpowder fell all over the place. He wiped the sweat off his brow and ran inside, polishing his sword on an anvil and, just in case, going to the library and using a book to enchant his sword. It gave him comfort. Suddenly, he realized he had left the door open.
He ran back to the house and he realized the torches had been smashed. The last thing he ever heard was "Hissssssss…"