'...A human wanders the vast world of the nether, looking for a crimson forest. Because his home is the nether, mysterious fungi have grown on his clothing and in his hair, a sign of famine. He knows Hoglins live in the red groves, and they are his only source of food. He sees one far off in the distance, with only a lava lake keeping him from survival. He spots a nearby strider, and after grabbing it by its hair, he rides it towards a new home...'

If you read through that whole thing, I applaud you.

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