You Are The Mobs, And We Are The Players

Prolouge

Silence.
The entire city. The bustling roads, the talkative people...all suddenly hushed in fearful silence, as the gigantic green hand appeared over the side of the towering stone wall.
And just like that, everything changed.
All of Minecraftia was grimly reminded...
The walls...a pen.
Minecraftians...cattle.

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There was a loud splash as hooves trampled over murky puddles of rainwater.
Rain poured down on the horses as they ran though the dark and mysterious woods with trees so tall that the top was barely visible. The horses raced through the crude paths around the undergrowth while carrying men on their backs.
These men had bright blue capes that whipped in the wind behind them as they rode their horses through the woods. Their hair was soaked with rainwater, and they all wore expressions on their faces from gloomy to determined to indifferent.
Suddenly, the trees above the men parted, and a small glimpse of something almost as tall as the trees around it was caught by the men's eyes. It was only visible for a heartbeat, but that was as much time as they needed.
"Target approaching!" One of the men hollered to be heard over the pattering rain and the stomping of hooves.
The man in the front of the group glimpsed behind him. "Alright, split up into groups of five!" He shouted orders, and the men began to obediently part into groups. "Attack it from all sides! Activate your three-dimensional maneuver gear!"
There was a sound of hissing and whirring as wires shot out and attacked their pointy, grappling-hook fronts to the bark of the trees around them. The men were lifted off their horses and shot into the sky, pulled by the wires that had shot out of the devices strapped to their sides and pushed by the gas that streamed out the other end of the device.
There were multiple shinks of metal as blades were quickly pulled out of slots on top of the devices, and men flew around the giant figure that lumbered through the forest.
One of the men flew past the back of the figure's dark green neck. He retracted the wires on his gear and drew his blades, flying upwards slightly from the impact of the wires retracting.
"For my brothers..." The man declared, eyes locked on the neck as he fell. He thrusted his blades out an began to spin in a whirl of fury on the figure's neck. "For Minecraftia!"