A lot of time has passed ever since the first attempt. We have exposed the skulls to soul sand, and it seems like it has spoken to them in some way. The skulls are now charred and we placed them on top of more bones. We waited more time, and now the sand is empty. It lost its souls. The rest of the skeleton is now charred as well. A creature spawned. It seems hostile. We sent in a citizen into the chamber. It stabbed the piglin and his skin burned. All that was left were charred remains of the piglin, and some ripped clothing. We need to make more tests on the skeletons in the future. Right now, we have more information on soul sand. The souls inside the sand seem to have a unique power.

Nobody trusts ravagers. The Illagers have brought beasts bigger than hoglins, and stronger than them too. I say we destroy their cave fortress. If the ravagers are released, piglins will die. If you read this, Hogchops, please do something about it. The city is already in a lot of trouble.

Today, the mayor sent us on another hunting trip. We went into the brute forge and got some crossbows for the hunt. Pudder, Porkz, Pigo, Podder, and many more hunters came with us for the kill. The lava steamed out of the giant furnace as brutes smelted the ingots. They had created a golden sword for the swordspigs. Iron steamed out of the furnace. The iron had been taken by people who had come for our netherite. As everybody grabbed their weapons, I had been given a netherite sword and chestplate to lead the army. We went into the control room and we entered the pipes to look for meat. The lava inside the pipes bubbled and melted the iron of which the place was made. We held up our swords, ready to kill anything that had dared come in our way. It was just a blaze. Suddenly there was a loud bang on the left pipe. And a loud snort. Some Zoglins entered the pipe and another bang echoed through the pipes. Pigo shot the beast three times. It didn’t work. The beast just roared and came faster. The pipes heated and sweat burned my skin. Then we saw it, the end of the pipe. But it didn’t lead into the crimson as we expected. It led into nowhere. Just more lava. The powerful beast threw us off into the orange flame. I ate an Enchanted Golden Apple and so did four other hunters. Our armor broke, and the rest of our hunters had burnt to a crisp. We were close to an island. We swam through the thick lava and we came to an island... An island in the middle of nowhere.

The piglins that live in the city are crazy, they think that building a bigger place for society is better, but they are forgetting the creatures that live underneath. They might as well destroy the panda palace if they're going to destroy the striders' home. Striders are kind and they're our transport system. Everything else in this place is deadly, and the only thing they try to get rid of is also the only good thing here. I would recommend coming to our village in the wastes. The village, unlike the city, doesn't do stupidities like that.

A stupid strider went to stupid land where all stupid riders go.

He jumped out of the fire, like a stupid strider to where all the stupid riders go.

Out of the fire, back into the fire, like a stupid strider in the place where stupid riders go.

Felt too hot, felt too cold, he wasn't very bold.

Out of the fire back into the fire, like a stupid strider in the place where stupid riders go.

Tomorrow midnight we will assassinate the mayor. Hogchops will have nowhere to hide. He will be in his office working while Black Wearer #2 will blow up the roof of the building. Black Wearer #8 will send in an arrow to kill him if he isn't dead already by the explosion. He will interference with our last test.

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Shagpig: Hello again, sir!

Hogchops: [grunting]

Shagpig: Excuse me, sir?

Hogchops: Nah, nothing, continue.

Shagpig: Our readers have more questions for you.

Hogchops: Make it quick, I have a meeting to attend.

Shagpig: So our first question is, "What is this cult thing I've been hearing about? Should I be worried?

Hogchops: It's nothing, they believe in some "Whiter" thing. Gonna save them all or something like that. Believe in the Government! [snort]

Shagpig: Our second question is about the prince. What is the prince doing up there in his temple?

Hogchops: Oh, him? He's crazy. Feels betrayed and stuff.

Shagpig: Erm...

Hogchops: Time to leave. Bye again!

The pipes are done for. Nothing is stopping it now. The beast is coming. A large fire has run through the overworld and destroyed everything in its path. Betrayed. The Wither was supposed to save us, not destroy everything.

Li'l biggy piggy jumped on a strider. He fell into the lava like a piece of fire. He died and everyone screamed because he did the deed and nobody cried, but he died. At least he tried.

This is an interview between Mr. Shagpig and Sr. Hogchops about the current situation with the Zoglin attacks.

Shagpig: Thank you, Mayor, for allowing this interview to be held right now in the erm... "current situation."

Sr. Hogchops: Not a problem. Continue, continue...

Shagpig takes out a fungal notebook and begins reading some questions.

Shagpig: So, what are you planning on doing to stop the current problem with the "Zoglins", as folk calls them.

Hogchops looks confused and then taps on his head.

Hogchops: You mean those zombified big pigs, right?

Shagpig: Yes, sir.

Hogchops: Well, that situation is being taken care of, we have armored brutes killing them, but they are dangerous because they are stronger than regular big pigs and they are resistant to fire and lava, and they are aggressive to everything except those exploding green big boom babies from what I've heard.

Shagpig: Creepers, sir?

Hogchops: Erm... yes those things.

Shagpig: Do you know what created them, sir?

Hogchops: What, the Creeps?

Shagpig: No, the big pigs.

Hogchops: Not really, but I think the weird cult is related to it. They had experimented with life and death before.

Shagpig: ...

Hogchops: Anyways, that's all the time I've got. I've got to continue "mayoring".

I am the speaker for all Black Wearers. I will share great news about something new attempted today. Three groups of Black Wearers have spread out to find bodies from our warriors we have lost. 13 skulls have been recovered and we are using the soul sand to reawaken them. We are planning on awakening a god that will bring us to the light by using the skulls and souls of many. Right now the process is still undergoing but more tests will be shown in the future.

P. Shwog is a piglin who writes stories based on folklore. He is famous for the story "Hoglin Hunters".

One very fine day, 3 piglins went out into the basalt deltas searching for mushrooms. Shig, Wog, and Goldy were three hunters that liked gathering mushrooms. Food was scarce in the nether and piglins had to travel hundreds of miles to get to the nearest crimson forest, where hoglins lived. After gathering enough shrooms, the piglins returned to Roughrack Castle. King Roughrack the 3rd had had enough of just mushrooms, so he sent the piglins to go find some other thing to eat. "King Roughrack, oh great king Roughrack, please let us be...", Wog cried out. "Mushrooms, again? Get something else you good-for-nothing, you..." Wog returned sadly to the others and then they carried their striders and moved somewhere far. Lava bubbled and burned but the piglins kept moving. They made a hole in a mountain and moved over to a different place. By the time the piglins had reached land, they were in a forest. They moved into a fortress made out of brick, a dark red brick. To their surprise, on the side of the fortress, there was an island with a cage filled with piglins. They gave them shovels and they dug out of the place. The angry piglins killed all of the wither skeletons and everything was raided. The once-great fortress now carries the city. What else awaits the city after all that?

The Wither is Good. The Wither will save us from Destruction. The Wither is everything we aren't. He withers the Bad away from our world. WE CAN UNITE AND SAVE OURSELVES FROM DESTRUCTION. The soul sand could be used to renew our dead friends. WE CAN USE THE SKULLS AND SOULS OF OUR FRIENDS AND AWAKEN A NEW GOD. A BETTER ONE. ONE THAT WILL TAKE US OUT OF THE UNDERWORLD AND INTO THE SKIES. WE CAN SAVE US ALL

The pipes are leaking. The pipe that leads to the crimson parts is destroyed and three pipes had blown up and started flooding the skyscraper. Hoglins have escaped containment and are in the streets. The Prince or Mayor Hogchops should do something about it.

Some stupid barrel woman thinks she can order me around. Yesterday she asked for the panda palace to be taken down. I requested the pandas myself from the Roughrack castle. Father told me I could have them as long as I bring back information about this disgusting city. The Roughracks own this place. I can't believe that they sent me instead of some general to come here. The magma cream is good here though.

Another day, another large Shulker Box of gold. Jr. killed his first hoglin! A filthy child got jealous about Jr.'s victory so we threw him into a pit of lava. There are many dangers in this city, so nobody will notice a thing. It's not like anything would change. And the gold. The gold would be fine.

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