Life of Minecraft Mobs
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Ongoing10m
Last published Fri, Jan 16, 2015
How do see a mob? A stupid creature just waiting to be killed? Something that's only useful for dropping items? Well, this will show you the story behind their origin. My version of the story, at least. Hope you enjoy!
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