Hell no. They are too stupid to make anything that cool, and actually worthy for a home.
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I hate people who complain. I hate spiders. I hate people who own an Xbox One. I hate people who like sandbox games. I hate people who like first person shooters. I hate people who like explosions. I hate people who like video games. I hate people who are hateful. I hate people that don't like spam. I hate people who like cake. I hate people who type in proper grammar and spell words properly on the internet. I hate hypocrites.
Long, long ago, the Pigman civilization was a great one. They were born from the Nether, not the Overworld, but in those days the Nether was not like it is today. It was always fiery and cavernous, and Magma Cubes were around even back then, but there were no Ghasts, time passed as it should, and the Blazes were safely controlled. Conditions were harsh, but the Pigmen still prospered by their sheer survival instinct and knowledge of magic. But one day... one of their greatest wizards went too far. In an attempt to carve out a kingdom for himself, he researched a spell to create minions for himself from the corpses of his fallen enemies, and these became the Zombie Pigmen.
He was successful beyond his wildest dreams, and soon almost the entire Pigman civilization had fallen to his legions. But with the millions of souls violently slain, and the other great wizards fallen, the Nether became a terrible, haunted place. The Blazes broke free from their magical control, and strange creatures began to appear from patches of now-possessed sand, the very sand that had once been the only source of life in the Nether: Ghasts, twisted conglomerations of lost souls in one tormented, ectoplasmic body. Even those few survivors who had escaped the Zombie scourge eventually perished in the face of these new terrors.
The wizard ruled over a kingdom of ruin and death, and in his time, he grew old. By then he was quite mad, unable to cope with his terrible mistake, and rather than attempt to live on as some form of undead, he simply let himself die. With his death, the Zombie Pigmen were freed from their desire to kill and conquer, and now simply wander, neither living nor dead, with only one thing left in their decayed brains: the memory of battle, a memory only awoken by outside aggression.
The Nether was free of the wizard's magic, but forever lost to its terrible past. Even time itself stopped functioning properly, the collective will of the innumerable dead only being able to focus on one moment: the moment of their deaths. Past, present, and future bleed together, and only one thing remains constant: that not a single one of these moments is a happy one. Destruction and torment are all that remain in the Nether now. It will never recover.
great story you put a lot of effort into that.
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A long long time ago, the nether were a wonderful land, with giant mushrooms and a magic water. In this place, animals talked, and there were 4 races: the Pigies, the Elves, the Cowlits and the Ghousts. Those races lived in peace, in a rich and beautiful land. The most powerful and rich race were the elves. The King of the Elves were the supreme king. But the dark prince, Herobrine, trying to become more powerful, started killing all the races, searching for the Experience Orbs. Notch, the King of the Elves, tried to save the world, and sent his younger son, Steve, Herobrine's brother, to another world. Steve tried to bring with him the Pigies, the Cowlits and the Ghousts. But, in the travel, the races sub evolved, turning Pigies into Pigs, Cowlits into Cows, Ghousts into Chickens and Sheeps. Then, the king tried to send other elves, but they were stupid traders, called NPCs. The Nether, turned into caos. Herobrine took the Ghausts souls and turned then into Ghasts. He kille Cowlits and used their corpse to make Netherrack, and took the Pigies souls, and used to make soul send. The giant mushrooms turned into small mushrooms, the magic water turned into lava, and their cities turned into the Nether Fortress...
TO BE CONTINUED
A long time ago. the nether was a place were pigmen and blazes and ghasts. then Herobrine king of evil attacked the nether. The blazes sided with herobrine. Together they fought the pigmen and Ghasts. it was a long and hard figt. The pigmen eventuly died and Herobrine
Turnded into zombies. Herobrine eventully couldnt controll the zombies and lost power over them. The Ghasts and zombie pigmen fought them and won. they created the fortresses to intomb herobrine and keep the blazes at bay.
Steve went on a drunken rampage, destroyed the once beautiful world of the pigmen,
constructed the fortresses to hold off the infuriated locals. After performing a complete genocide of the pigmen, he trashed the world (hence the name "nether" because it looks like crap ;)), returned to the overworld and passed out. Hence why you start off in the middle of nowhere, and why the nether occupants try to kill you of you remind them of what you did to them before their unlife.
The Nether is the former Creeper homeworld, after they evacuated to the Overworld in search of more resources. Their molten, barren planet was once a lush paradise, filled with genius and beauty, but has since become inhospitable.
With such great inventions like the robotic Blaze, the genetically engineered Ghast, and the engineered zombie plague test subjects, you can't deny their intelligence. Especially considering their possession of records - memoirs from the ancient days of the homeworld!
The Creepers are still prosperous, living in the far reaches of the Far Lands. They rig themselves with a self-destruct device in case of contact with intelligent life - it would not be good if the inhabitants of this new world found out the Creepers had begun colonizing.