It’s nighttime once more, though you’ve long since stopped worrying about it. Your enchanted diamond armor and sword make quick work of any mobs you encounter. You’re just outside your base, clearing out any nearby mobs and placing torches to prevent more from spawning.

Suddenly, an arrow hits you square in the chest, but your armor causes it to harmlessly bounce off. Looking around, you spot a skeleton with a look of shock and disbelief, clearly stunned that its attack had no effect.

As you approach with your sword drawn, the skeleton girl panics. In her haste, she throws her bow to the ground, accidentally breaking it. A pained expression crosses her face as she cries out. “No, my bow!”

You freeze for a moment, struggling to process the fact that a skeleton just talked. She quickly shifts from despair to anger, glaring at you with newfound anger. “Hey! You’re the reason I broke my bow, so you’re gonna get me a new one, got it?!” she demands, all traces of fear gone.