ArcadeCloud – Burning Down a Minecraft Village!! | Block Squad (Minecraft Animation)

– Look, I don’t know why the village burned down. I was following a lead, a lead that this village was hiding some valuable and rare clothing dyes. This was the kind of intel that if you weren’t a bit nuts, you’d walk away from. Some might say I was a bit nuts, and I’d say I was 50 cents short of a dollar.

I might be hard to understand. Quite frankly, most people don’t. But I’m the best at what I do. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I had no intention of getting skinned tonight. This village wasn’t what it appeared to be, or as the villager I shook down earlier that day put it: “Hmm.” I didn’t know what I was looking at, but it looked interesting. It crackled and gave off a pulsing low heat. If there’s one thing I know, interesting to one person is lethal to another. That was enough reason for me to pocket it. My plans changed rapidly,

As they tend to in this kind of work. I didn’t know what Chick was doing here, but I decided to take a gander at his personal project, and what I found wasn’t at all what I expected. Expectations. That’s a word I need to cut from my vocabulary. (coughs)

Boy, is it hard to keep talking like this. (coughs) What I saw was delicate and beautiful: a bouquet of flowers, the precise materials for clothing dyes. I figured I’d swap the orbs out. Clothing dye might catch a dame’s eye. I didn’t need these fiery orbs, and they didn’t need me.

I was being watched, so I bolted. Made it to the outskirts of the village when the smell of smoke caught my attention. I looked back. The whole thing was burning, smote from this world in a fire that danced with malevolent joy. My best guess

Is our perp started this whole thing via those orbs. What I’m certain of, however, is I didn’t do it. Someone is trying to pin this on me, and I ain’t no donkey. (hard-boiled music ends) – Look, I don’t know why the village burned down. (thunder crashes) There was work to be done.

Compassion may be in short supply, but while blood pumps in this heart, I shall lay siege to the darkness. Before the haunting black specter of death reclaims us all, I will not falter. Flowers are born from the ground we walk on, but unlike other creatures do not wreak havoc

Upon the world around them. Instead, they live in harmony, a quality I strongly admire, among a few others, exhibited strongly in iron golems. I thought a reward most unusual was in order. The device was ready. I took a deep breath, excitement teetering on the edge of my wings.

Unorthodox measures to yield extraordinary results. I was prepared to deliver what most certainly would’ve been a well-received gift, but instead, there was a horrible explosion. I was filled with panic and fled. I noticed in my cowardly retreat Bam Bam perched atop a hill adjacent to the one I had descended mere moments ago,

Bam Bam, stripped of their innocence in moments, now tumbling towards the raging inferno. Before I could act, none other than Porkchop appeared. He dashed with incomprehensible speed and whisked Bam Bam away. – Look, I don’t know why the village burned down! Stan is a cruel man. He takes from the land,

But offers Chick and I nothing in return. Despite my small stature, honor and valor are not in short supply. I took this into great consideration with my plan. I was to borrow some resources from the nearby village and make a very unique object, something I would happily share with the villagers once completed.

Do you know what blaze powder is? Well, it is an extremely rare and coveted resource. I had managed to discover some while traveling in the Nether. I wrest it from the smoldering hands of a blaze itself. With the blaze powder and coal I borrowed from the villager,

I was prepared to craft a fire charge, an object of great and terrible power. From the moment I made it, however, I knew it should never see the light of day. If Stan was to get his greedy hands upon it, who knows what destruction it might rain? That’s when I heard footsteps.

Even if my intentions were good, on my honor, I could not be found guilty of theft. I hid the charge and climbed through the window. Once they had left, I checked the house, but my fire charges were gone. I peered through the window to see who had taken them,

And it was none other than the villain himself: Stan. I was going to need to find a way to get those charges back from Stan. But before I could even formulate a plan, I could smell the smoke. I looked back, and to my horror, the village was ablaze! That’s when I saw him.

I don’t know what devious plot Chick was formulating. My ambitions may have exceeded the grasp of crafting those fire charges, but I would not see Bam Bam come to harm. I wouldn’t call myself a hero, but if that’s what the people are saying, I won’t stop them.

What is most important here is that I didn’t do it. Have you tried talking to Stan or Chick? Maybe they know something. You can’t just keep me here for no reason. It’s against, I don’t know, “Minecraft” laws! Wait. Can you even ta- (door slams) Oh, no! It was Chick! It was Stan! I’ll help you catch them! – Calm down, Porkchop. – Yeah, it’s just us. – But, but I’m not done with my interrogation. (horse neighs) – Yeah, that isn’t a cop. That’s just a stupid horse.

– Wait, so he can’t talk? – Nope. Chick and I had the same questions earlier, but we were holding out to see if you’d confess. – You know I didn’t burn down the village. You stole the fire charges. Stan, you’re the guilty one! – Guilty? They were your creation! It’s literally your fire.

Besides, Chick is the one who blasted them into the village. – Blasted them into the village? I was blasting flowers at my friend. Are you insane? If the fire charges were in the dispenser, that’s your fault, Stan. – Oh, it’s Bam Bam. My good friend. (Bam Bam babbling) Aw, guys, we can’t argue like this in front of Bam Bam. – (sighs) Well, if there weren’t any witnesses, I guess none of us are guilty. – If a tree falls in the woods and no one’s there to hear it, does it burn down the village? – What? – I don’t know. I’m trying to be clever. – Well, stop it. (horse neighs)