The first players happened to be a lot like the animals of the world, at least at first.

They learned, eventually. Sunce loved watching them. They were so funny!

They built civilisations, established kingdoms, agriculture, and livestock. They grew more and more prosperous.

They discovered many things, difficult uses for different ores and resources. Magic and light flowed free without worry.

They didn't have a name for themselves, but today, many call them the ancient builders, as they were the ones who first started in this world.

They travels and conquered many things, even whole dimensions. Although, the Pigmen of the Nether were never the same afterward.

It should've been seen coming, hubris is the downfalls of man, after all.

Some got too greedy with what they already had and wanted more.

They tried to summon a Demon. A Wither. They wanted it's ultimate power and corrosive magic. It didn't end well for anyone that day.

Their story didn't end there, but that's something for another time.

The Wither reeked havoc on the unsustainable civilizations. The origin gods tried stopping this force of natural, but the damage had already been done.

The people of the first world were divided, split into four groups.

1. The ones who harnessed the energy to world jump. They survived and built what we know as The Hub today.

2. The ones who fled to the end. They kind of survived but instead turned into the Endermen that now reside there.

3. The ones who tunneled underground. They survived and built the ancient cities.

4. The ones that remained. Though few, they survived as well and would go on to continue living in the village you still know of today.

The Void saw the ones that fled to The Hub and snapped off a piece of itself to follow them. The first God was created, and Mojang was their name.

Mojang accompanied the old citizens of the first world, using their powers to create clones of it, with differences, of course.

These worlds needed people to help take care of them when Mojang couldn't. Mojang chose a few from the original group, blessing them with magic beyond what they've seen before. Admins.

Eons passed, and there were new lifeforms popping up alongside the Players. They were granted the name hybrids.

Animal and human crossbreeds, coming in all shapes and sizes.

But... with the hybrids, came something else.

The humans who first summoned The Wither may have died, but their souls were never laid to rest.

They stirred and festered, waiting to finally return to power again.

And when they did... well, that's how the first Watchers came to be.

Vile creatures, formed by hatred and dark magic. An insatiable hunger for power dwelled deep within. Cursed by the very demon they'd summoned.

Their vile magic ripped through the worlds, tainting the hearts of players and forcing them against each other. The hybrid and non human Players suffered greatly.

There was a long struggle, but eventually, Mojang was able to banish them to the deep End.

Some say there's still a handful out there, plotting their revenge, stealing players, and turning their hearts.