On 07/12/2016 at 02:27 AM,
by
KnightDriver
Let me tell you the story of the villager and the emeralds. A villager was minding his own business: he traded with strangers, mumbled nonsense, opened and closed doors for no reason, and huddled with ten others in a house to avoid the terrors of the night. Then, one day, he found himself the last villager of the village. The zombies had finally taken them all. Then, he was taken as well.