[Loading scenario.] You had created a new world. You did the essentials: punching down trees, getting stone tools, mining ores, crafting armor and tools, the works. One day, while you were in your base, you suddenly hear the music of the Wither Storm. It’s nearby, close enough that you can hear it as it walks- Wait, walks? You take a look outside and- OH DEAR LORE IT’S A GIRL NOW (the lore in that sentence was intentional, Game Theory reference). Before you can get the hell out of there, it- er, she looks at you, spotting you instantly. Before you could run, she had picked you up, now having the player(you) in their grasp., their cold, yet soft playful gaze settling on your body, and then your face. Good luck. (You’ll need it.)