Beware the predators.
-Anonymous
Oink. That's all you hear when we're killed. But you don't hear the crying. Crying from baby piglets. Crying from the pigs family.
You players kill us upon sight. And only for a scrap of meat. You could farm. But you don't. You kill us.
A few became creepers. Only a lucky few. The ones chosen by Notch in his little mistake. They can defend themselves. We can't. We can only sit here. Waiting for the brutal sword.
We roam around. We hide in forests. hide from our death. Hide from our nightmares. hide from the humans.
But not all humans are bad. Some are nice. Villagers feed us. Sometimes a human will find us and give us a carrot. They'll ride us, and love us.
Master loves us. He's not like the rest. He's different. We love master. he showed us how to survive the evil Steves.