Dear CraftinDaddy360,

Dear CraftinDaddy360,

I hope this letter finds you well.

Time truly has not been kind to us since you left..

Here in Minertown it's looking more grim each day. The economy is completely gone. Last week the last mine had collapsed due to an encounter with a creeper: 5 miners dead and 3 still missing. If the blast or the collapse didn't get them, they'll die of starvation long before we can dig them out. Hell, most diggers and miners have moved to other places already, searching for a better life. I don't blame them. This town is cursed, I'm sure of it. We don't know where all these creepers, skeletons and zombies come from. But it does seem they come with purpose. Every time we send fighters to uncover the source, most vanish forever. The few that returned talk of nonsense. Damaged minds, incapable of any mental comprehension. The town's watch is all but gone now. Those who made it back wander the streets, aimlessly, crazed by whatever it is they encountered. Their bodies give out eventually.

Remember Father Steve? He's been executed. I know, I know. The bastard had it coming, but still. It's not even for what he had done in the past no, of course not. This town couldn't care less building permits. They found an entrance to a hidden basement whilst doing construction work near his house. What they found is... gruesome. I dont have the knowledge for the right words to properly describe it. A 6 floor deep mass villager farm. Most of 'em were far beyond saving, they had to put them down after freeing. There must've been hundreds of them. I would spit on his grave but they threw his body in the lava pool. He will for sure burn all eternity beyond the Nether.

Decay is everywhere CraftinDaddy360. I will likely move out as well before this letter reaches you. Whatever you do in the near future, do not return to Minertown. You will find nothing of worth. There's just.. no hope to find. The streets reek of ..nothing. Even the rats have left this forsaken place. The bodies that fall in the streets? They lie there. Not even the zombies will eat them when they come out at night.

You have not send word back.. not once. I.. am not even sure why I bother writing this. I truly hope that you're alright. Nothing can get thru that iron armor of yours right? That said, never return, it will do you no good.

I hope that one day we'll see each other again.

Yours sincerely,

Dinnerbone.