You were a shoat with a pair of mismatched eyes, and your parents were disgusted by it. One brown and one blue eye, meant you weren’t worth caring for. As Brute tradition, you were thrown from the town to fend for yourself in the nether until your inevitable death.

It’s been 5 years since I was thrown out and I don’t know how I’ve managed to survive. I’m hungry, without gold, or a sounder to protect me. I’m curled up in a ball when I hear a chuff and cautiously peek around the corner.