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The story of the Well Dweller --- Minecraft

The Well Dweller is a creature that lives on the wells of the villages in Minecraft, normally, it will only eat potatoes and carrots that villagers give to him. But if a villager is unlucky and falls into the well... it will be devoured by the beast. That is why wells are protected by fences on the new 1.16 update.


The Well Dweller looks like an alligator, and a Minecraft skin obviously, but it only has a giant mouth were his head would be.


The first encounter with the Well Dweller was documented in September of the year 2019. The player was in his survival world, he was looking for a End Portal, but he ran out of ender eyes, and tried to find a Village instead. After a few minutes he found a Village near his base, for some reason He didn't notice that Village before, but he didn't care, he only needed a Cleric Villager, so it would sell him Ender Pearls. The Village was normal at first, but he found something weird very quickly, the well was blocked with a lot of fences. Things like these always happen in Minecraft, for example: anvils that block doors, or houses that generate inside of mountains. But that well wasn't a wrongly generated one, because fences don't generate randomly around a Village, they only generate on torch poles, houses and you guessed it, wells. Fences don't generate on wells like that, if a fence generated wrongly, it probably would have generated on the water, and if that would have been two wells generated on top of each other, it wouldn't have been a 3x3 structure, it would have been 9x6. He came closer to the weird well, and broke two fences, in order to enter to the well. After he removed the fences, the Villagers started running towards their houses, just like if a the bell would have been ringed. The player didn't care, he just jumped into the well, and started mining down. Sometimes End Portals generate deep underground, under wells. But he didn't notice he was slowly taking damage, it was too late when he noticed, and he died. His death screen said: Player was slain by The Well Dweller...

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