The crackling flames grew louder, reaching the rooftops as panic swept through the village. Steve emerged from the shadows, eyes cold and calculating. In his right hand, a gleaming diamond sword. In the other, a torch. He struck down anyone in his path. The bell rang a desperate warning, but it was too late. The iron golem charged, only to fall before Steve's blows.

The villagers scattered, some hiding in their homes, others fleeing into the woods. Their anguished cries were drowned by the roar of the flames. By dawn, the village was reduced to ash. The few survivors were bound and herded into pens, their homes nothing but charred remains.

Steve stood over them, a silent overseer of their misery. They were now his prisoners and slaves, forced into servitude under his cruel rule,their spirit broken by the nightmare he had unleashed.

You can be whoever you want, but be careful around Steve or you might end up being his slave too. (Probably not if you want).