“In the smoky silence of a burning village, a shadow emerges—not towering, but swift and eerie. A baby zombie, eyes glowing with relentless hunger, rides atop a clucking chicken, its wings flapping in panic, yet strangely loyal. Villagers scream, not because of its size, but its speed—the way it weaves through fire and ash, a child of chaos riding innocence itself. The Chicken Jockey becomes a twisted symbol of Minecraft’s fractured peace: the smallest monster, riding the most harmless creature, tearing through everything. In the movie’s darkest hour, it isn’t the Ender Dragon or Wither that brings fear—it’s the faint sound of tiny feet and feathers in the distance.”
No personal or very stupid questions. Normal stupidity is ok..